((CHLOE-MUN: *stares at amount of posting accumulated from last night* Shiiiiiiit.))
Frank's eyes well up with tears. "Really, love? You mean that? Could I live with you for... ever? Because you know, my old house disappeared and blew up a part of the planet, so..."
Green sniggers at Mark being cute. "You better watch out, Mark. Or I might have to... arrest you again. For speeding."
KT observes all the sex and making out that has occurred during the last 20,000 posts that Chloe-mun totally missed. "I really think this place has expanded. There's no way we could have so many bedrooms. We had too hard of a time trying to get one before." Then she hugs Wilson back. "Don't worry, Wil. You're height is fine. And although you kind of resemble Prince, at least you don't resemble him in the height department."
Cha-Cha, now wearing her FOP button looks at Lil Angel and The Corpe of Adam Pascal. "But wouldn't that hurt, you, honey? Besides, what if we totally missed and your head fell down?"
Roger has been seized by a moment of inspiration. "GUESS WHAT EVERYONE? I JUST FOUND A PURPOSE IN MY LIFE! I GOT A NEW SONG!" He stands up from his dark brooding corner and goes in the middle of the room with his guitar. "This one is dedicated to Jesse L. Martin, for inspiring my worthless life now that my dead-alive girlfriend and girlfriend seem to have an on and off relationship with me, and my ex-sort-of-boyfriend left me for a stupid ass manwhore.
How do you not feel like a dummy when your life is crummy
And everything in your life just sucks?
When there's no more glory, what is your story?
What's to do? What can you do? Fuck!
Everyone has sex.
Sex sex sex sex sex!
Everyone here has sex!
'Cause everything is... SEEEEEEEEEX!!"
JESSE: I'm...speechless...*is flattered*
LITTLE ANGEL: *to Cha Cha* Would you like to play with us?
LITTLE MAUREEN: What does 'fuck' mean?
ANGEL and COLLINS: *come out of the pantry*
ANGEL: Ok...so that won't work...
COLLINS: I know...the roof!!
ANGEL: The roof??
COLLINS: The roof!!
BOTH: TO THE ROOF!! *take off*
WILSON: *eyes well up with tears of happiness* Thanks, babe. *hugs KT more tightly*
ANTHONY: *jumps up on the table behind Roger and adds harmony* You rock, man.
Roger bows and then stands in his "cool rock" pose. "Success! I feel better now. And thanks for that harmony," he adds to Anthony. "I think it made my song just that much better... even though I am a highly talented rock star all by myself..."
"Yeah!" Cha-Cha replies to Little Angel. Hearing Little Maureen, she bends down and bites her lip. "Well... hmm. How do I put this? 'Fuck' is kind of like... something people do when they're bored, in love, or have too many hormones. It's an adult thing. You'll experience it when you're older."
"Awww..." KT grins. "Okay now, I love you, but you're kinda cutting off my breathing..."
LITTLE ANGEL: Yay!!
LITTLE MAUREEN: Oh. OK! *runs off to play*
The corpse of Adam Pascal shrugs. "Nah', it's okay, I haven't got any nerve endings anymore, remember?" And with that he takes his head and tosses it over at little Angel. "Catch!"
"Awwww...." Hedwig sniffs, tears welling up in her eyes as well. "Of course you can stay with me forever!"
Mark laughs loudly, falling into Detective Green's arms. "I'm DIZZY!"
And Little Collins steals Roger's guitar...because he's badass like that
Roger leaps off the table, his long rocker hair flapping dramatically as he falls and then runs after Little Collins. "HEY, BRAT! YOU COME BACK HERE WITH THAT RIGHT NOW! DON'T MAKE ME FLUSH YOUR UNDERWEAR DOWN THE TOILET!!!"
Frank smiles and pulls Hedwig to him closer. "This is such an unusually kind thing... I don't know what to say..."
Green supports Mark and pushes him back on his feet, though still holds onto him. "I told you that spinnin was a bad idea. Now if you're too dizzy, I'm gonna make you rest on the couch."
LITTLE ANGEL: *giggles and catches it* Here,Cha Cha....catch! *throws it to Cha Cha. Then notices Roger chasing Little Collins* What's going on? Are you playing tag?
"You don't need to say anything honey." Hedwig smiles, kissing Frank's cheek.
"I dun wanna rest on the couch." Mark whines, falling back onto Detective Green. "Hey!" he giggles. "You're really cute when i'm dizzy!"
Little Collins sticks his tongue out at Roger. "Well too bad for you, cuz I'm not even wearing any underwear!"
WILSON: *glances at KT*
KT CLONE: *glances at Wilson*
KT CLONE AND WILSON (And possibly KT, but Nina-mun wouldn't know): *break into song*
I'm not wearing underwear today,
No I'm not wearing underwear today
Not that you probably care
Much about my underwear
Still none the less I gotta say
That I'm not wearing underwear today!
KT CLONE AND WILSON: *break into a snicker-fit*
CHLOE-MUN: *decides that KT joined in singing too, because that song was exactly what Chloe-mun was thinking of too. :)*
KT also happens to know what part comes next. Eyeing Wilson, she starts humming, "Do you wanna feel... special...?"
"Oh, fine then! Be that way, you smelly kid!" Roger shouts, still running after Little Collins. "Huh? What? No, this isn't tag! This a matter of injustice-- this is a matter of a stolen guitar! You know... I'll just flush you in the toilet if I have to... get over here!" Roger lunges at Little Collins.
Cha-Cha catches Adam's head, but takes a good look at it and is thoroughly grossed out. She tosses back to Little Angel. "You know... maybe I'll watch. I don't think I wanna play this game anymore." Then she gasps. "Oh, I know! The fact that your head can detatch from your body would be so handy for me to practice my makeup..."
Green pouts. "I thought I was always cute. In the bathtub, in the bedroom, in the police car. But I'm just glad to know you being dizzy doesn't alter your mind too much."
"Then I won't. Besides the obvious fact that I'm talking right now," Frank says, kissing Hedwig back. "Well... I still have to take you to that dinner I promised you ages ago."
((CHLOE-MUN: *leaves for long three day showchoir competition))
LITTLE ANGEL: *catches it,tosses it to The Corpse of Adam Pascal, then tilts his head at Roger and Little Collins in a curious manner*
WILSON: *totally did not pay attention to that part of Avenue Q, because his mun has never seen it and this gives her an excuse for Wilson to not know what the hell Chloe-mun is talking about* Babe? What's that song?
LI'L MARK: *is in Li'l Collins' way, and is collided with. Starts to cry.*
NINA-MUN AND HER CHARACTERS: Break a leg, Chloe-mun!
LITTLE ANGEL: Oh my goodness! *drops the ball and runs over to Little Collins and Little Mark* Are you guys okay??
MOLLY: *whispers because Evan has fallen asleep and can't hear her* I think I love you.
The corpse of Adam Pascal winces. "Hey! That was my head you just dropped!!!"
"You ARE always cute, just especially do when I'm dizzy." Mark assures detective Green, licking him on the cheek. "YUM!"
Little Collins takes the guitar and hits little Mark over the head with it, breaking the guitar and quite possibly little Mark's head.
Hedwig tilts her head. "Ya know what...I don't think I'm hungry anymore...let's just go home...and...um...yeah."
LITTLE ANGEL: *winces and turns to look at the Corpse of Adam Pascal* Sorry...*hears the sound of the guitar making contact with Little Mark's head and whips back around* COLLINS! HOW COULD YOU?! It's not nice to break other people's things... and Marky could really be hurt!!
((I love Little Angel. Seriously I do. Cutest thing ever.))
((Awww! Thanks! He loves you too!))
LITTLE ANGEL: *to Little Mark* Are you okay?
Roger could honestly careless about Little Mark, and falls to his knees in tears, bemoaning the death of his guitar."NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He sobs. Very overdramatically, angrily, and emo, all the same time. "MY LOVE!!! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME!!!!!" He grabs onto the broken guitar and clutches it to his heart.
"Aww, but look, if we're not careful, Little Mark is going to end up just like you!" Cha-Cha says, looking nervously at Little Mark. Then she grabs a pillow and puts Adam's head on it. "Is that better?"
"Oh, that's the song in the club scene, where Lucy The Slut dances around badly and makes all the guys in the club feel... special." KT explains.
Frank nods. "That's fine. Home is nice. And if I'm going to live with you, I need to put my stuff in."
Green giggles. "I probably taste like bath bubbles... but you do smell amazing..." he muses, taking Mark around the waist and moving his lips to his neck.
LITTLE ANGEL: *cringes* Don't worry, Uncle Roger. You can always get another one....
"A little bit." Adam's head mumbles. "I'd really appreciate it though if you can hand my head back to my body..."
Mark licks Detective Green's cheek again. "No, you just taste like you...and it's my favorite!"
Hedwig smiles, linking her arm with Frank's. "M'kay, let's go get your stuff!"
WILSON: *smiles* Awww, really? Well, I think you're . . . special . . . too. *lays a very . . . special . . . emphasis on the word ^_~)
LI'L MARK: *is unconscious*
NINA: Oh, no! *runs over to Li'l Mark, checks pulse, breathing, etc.* We need to get him to a doctor. *looks at Evan and Richard and makes puppy eyes* Help me?