JUSTUS SPECIAL ROUND ROBIN
Okay, so a couple of people said that they would like to see some more "Justus" era fic. AND they'd be interested in a round-robin one. And hopefully this one will go just as well as the "The Break In" one did.
So this is "Justus"-era, but tele-verse as well. So seeing the special they did would help but hopefully I'll give enough setting up info so that it's not too necessary.
Also, in replying to the story to add your own part, however long or short, please subject label with "Part xx" whatever the number is. So we can see how many people contribute and make double sure we're not stepping on people's responses. Also, please reply to the first post, not to the replies. (Unless you wanna just give a comment on them, like "OMG Davy has a beard, wut?!" or something more constructive.) Okay, so "The Break in" didn't have any rules to it, but I just wanna make sure. =)
((ALSO I've put the special up on youtube in its entirety: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five.))
Title: New Dimensions
Author: solidfoamsoul, and... you?
Rating: G - PG13
Warnings: Begins in Justus-era. May contain other eras!
Genre: Adventure, Humor and whatever you decide
Summary: In 1997 after the gig at the most prestigious country club in town and coming home to find the house toilet papered, Mike, Micky and Davy wake the next day to find Peter, the Monkeemobile, and Mike's list of dimensions in the radio dimension machine mysteriously gone!
"It doesn't look half bad," Peter had said, giving a tight smile at the beach house covered in toilet paper. He didn't really think so, Micky could tell, which prompted Micky to use the last of their budget right then on his confetti throw up. Or Magic Monkee Dust as Peter had called it. At least he thought it was an okay idea.
They all went inside after finding the door under all the toilet paper. Michael when to the computer to double check the forecast. There wouldn't be any rain for a week so the band was safe to leave clean up until the morning. Davy, Micky and Peter went into their rooms to change out of their tuxes into their nightclothes.
Playing around with the dimension machine in the car got Mike thinking more about it. How many more dimensions were there? How many more from those dimensions could lead to others? Maybe with Micky's help (he had a real head for science, although it wasn't always for the best use, hence his throw up cocktail idea) they could win a Nobel Prize! Finally they'd be really rich and famous and people would really listen to their music... Maybe even take them seriously...
"Hey, Mike, you comin' to bed or what?" Micky called from their room upstairs.
"Yeah, yeah, just a minute!" Mike called back.
"You're not selling our stuff on Ebay again, are you?" Micky groaned.
Mike didn't answer, quickly typing out a list, which he had previously scribbled down in the garage somewhere. Maybe they should have parked the car inside. Moved some of the junk around...
1. Black abyss -not much there
2. Topsy turvy upside down -same world
3. Normal
4. Acid trip -fun, but really disorienting
5. 60s -see 4 (Note: Appear as younger body but feel like current body)
6. Changes one object to another -kinda useless, a bit dangerous around the car
7 - 10. Unknown, non-working
*Note: Dimensions exists about 100 yards around the car/dimension machine. Use with extreme caution.
"Mike! Don't sell my maracas again, they're my last pair from when we got together!" Davy argued coming out of the bedroom he still shared with Peter.
"I'm not! Geez, calm down. I was just making a list." Mike hit the print button and turned the computer off.
"We need more fruit!" Peter called from the bedroom.
"What?"
"You said there wasn't any fruit."
"That was a joke, Peter. And it's not a grocery list. Davy, just what were you doing with that pineapple before the beach?" Mike asked, heading upstairs.
Davy looked to him, another left over star popping from his ear, "What pineapple?"
Michael sighed and shook his head, "Nevermind. Night, Davy. Goodnight, Peter!"
"Goodnight, Mike! Night, Micky!" The two men called back from downstairs.
The next morning Davy woke up and judging from Peter's empty bed, had a strange breakfast to look forward too. Who ever woke up first had to make breakfast. Micky hadn't cooked breakfast in almost 20 years. But reaching the kitchen, finding it empty and virtually untouched, Davy frowned a bit, and wandered out to the balcony. No sign of Peter on the beach. Well, maybe he went grocery shopping. A few minutes later Mike was up, and Micky followed him downstairs, still yawning and pulling his hair back into its usual ponytail.
"I think Peter went to the store, fellas," Davy said coming inside.
Mike frowned, going to the computer desk and looking around the small area, "Where's my list?"
"What list?" Micky rooted around in their frig, grabbing the orange juice.
"I had a list. You know, of the dimensions in the car radio." Mike sighed, not receiving a more alarmed response from the guys than a yawn and a shrug.
"So what? You don't think Peter would be foolish enough to get himself stuck in one of those dimensions, after all these years?" Davy looked to Mike incredulously.
Then after a moment of thought, they all reached their conclusion simultaneously, "He would."
"I think he was more upset about the house last night than he let on." Micky frowned worriedly.
"Yeah, he didn't even read before bed, just when right to sleep." Davy added. Usually Peter would read or play his banjo or something before bed.
"C'mon, let's get dressed and look for him. I've got another, better version of the machine in the garage. It's in a toaster, but the same basic settings. Light, Medium and Dark and the stages in between..." Mike explained quickly as they all dashed back to their bedrooms.
So this is "Justus"-era, but tele-verse as well. So seeing the special they did would help but hopefully I'll give enough setting up info so that it's not too necessary.
Also, in replying to the story to add your own part, however long or short, please subject label with "Part xx" whatever the number is. So we can see how many people contribute and make double sure we're not stepping on people's responses. Also, please reply to the first post, not to the replies. (Unless you wanna just give a comment on them, like "OMG Davy has a beard, wut?!" or something more constructive.) Okay, so "The Break in" didn't have any rules to it, but I just wanna make sure. =)
((ALSO I've put the special up on youtube in its entirety: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five.))
Title: New Dimensions
Author: solidfoamsoul, and... you?
Rating: G - PG13
Warnings: Begins in Justus-era. May contain other eras!
Genre: Adventure, Humor and whatever you decide
Summary: In 1997 after the gig at the most prestigious country club in town and coming home to find the house toilet papered, Mike, Micky and Davy wake the next day to find Peter, the Monkeemobile, and Mike's list of dimensions in the radio dimension machine mysteriously gone!
"It doesn't look half bad," Peter had said, giving a tight smile at the beach house covered in toilet paper. He didn't really think so, Micky could tell, which prompted Micky to use the last of their budget right then on his confetti throw up. Or Magic Monkee Dust as Peter had called it. At least he thought it was an okay idea.
They all went inside after finding the door under all the toilet paper. Michael when to the computer to double check the forecast. There wouldn't be any rain for a week so the band was safe to leave clean up until the morning. Davy, Micky and Peter went into their rooms to change out of their tuxes into their nightclothes.
Playing around with the dimension machine in the car got Mike thinking more about it. How many more dimensions were there? How many more from those dimensions could lead to others? Maybe with Micky's help (he had a real head for science, although it wasn't always for the best use, hence his throw up cocktail idea) they could win a Nobel Prize! Finally they'd be really rich and famous and people would really listen to their music... Maybe even take them seriously...
"Hey, Mike, you comin' to bed or what?" Micky called from their room upstairs.
"Yeah, yeah, just a minute!" Mike called back.
"You're not selling our stuff on Ebay again, are you?" Micky groaned.
Mike didn't answer, quickly typing out a list, which he had previously scribbled down in the garage somewhere. Maybe they should have parked the car inside. Moved some of the junk around...
1. Black abyss -not much there
2. Topsy turvy upside down -same world
3. Normal
4. Acid trip -fun, but really disorienting
5. 60s -see 4 (Note: Appear as younger body but feel like current body)
6. Changes one object to another -kinda useless, a bit dangerous around the car
7 - 10. Unknown, non-working
*Note: Dimensions exists about 100 yards around the car/dimension machine. Use with extreme caution.
"Mike! Don't sell my maracas again, they're my last pair from when we got together!" Davy argued coming out of the bedroom he still shared with Peter.
"I'm not! Geez, calm down. I was just making a list." Mike hit the print button and turned the computer off.
"We need more fruit!" Peter called from the bedroom.
"What?"
"You said there wasn't any fruit."
"That was a joke, Peter. And it's not a grocery list. Davy, just what were you doing with that pineapple before the beach?" Mike asked, heading upstairs.
Davy looked to him, another left over star popping from his ear, "What pineapple?"
Michael sighed and shook his head, "Nevermind. Night, Davy. Goodnight, Peter!"
"Goodnight, Mike! Night, Micky!" The two men called back from downstairs.
The next morning Davy woke up and judging from Peter's empty bed, had a strange breakfast to look forward too. Who ever woke up first had to make breakfast. Micky hadn't cooked breakfast in almost 20 years. But reaching the kitchen, finding it empty and virtually untouched, Davy frowned a bit, and wandered out to the balcony. No sign of Peter on the beach. Well, maybe he went grocery shopping. A few minutes later Mike was up, and Micky followed him downstairs, still yawning and pulling his hair back into its usual ponytail.
"I think Peter went to the store, fellas," Davy said coming inside.
Mike frowned, going to the computer desk and looking around the small area, "Where's my list?"
"What list?" Micky rooted around in their frig, grabbing the orange juice.
"I had a list. You know, of the dimensions in the car radio." Mike sighed, not receiving a more alarmed response from the guys than a yawn and a shrug.
"So what? You don't think Peter would be foolish enough to get himself stuck in one of those dimensions, after all these years?" Davy looked to Mike incredulously.
Then after a moment of thought, they all reached their conclusion simultaneously, "He would."
"I think he was more upset about the house last night than he let on." Micky frowned worriedly.
"Yeah, he didn't even read before bed, just when right to sleep." Davy added. Usually Peter would read or play his banjo or something before bed.
"C'mon, let's get dressed and look for him. I've got another, better version of the machine in the garage. It's in a toaster, but the same basic settings. Light, Medium and Dark and the stages in between..." Mike explained quickly as they all dashed back to their bedrooms.