Previous Post > "I support this prelude to hippo/robot sex" Dream declared as he filled up his plate from the dessert end of the buffet. > > "They're just talking" Hatman noted reasonably. "That's what people do at parties like this... they mingle." > > Amber St. Claire, the Legion's Government Liaison Officer, looked over towards the two large figures by the bar. "Maybe they're just comparing internal P.S.I. necessary for explosion." > > "Oh, I just bet they are" CrazySugarFreakBoy responded with a grin. "C'mon... it's obvious. Look at the way the Sergeant is lookin' at her! Miiri, back me up on this!" > > The Caphan woman, trained to read intimate details from body language since she was a young girl, merely smiled and sipped her drink. > > Princess Uhunalura of the Abhumans watched the two with fascination. "How would a Detonator Hippo and an iron robot even..." > > "That's classified 'Need to Know'..." Herbert Garrick interjected quickly before the eager fluorescent Legionnaire could answer. The Presidential Advisor sipped his drink with a shudder. "...And I really don't." > > > > Marie Murcheson, resident banshee and mystical protector of the Lair Mansion stiffened. "Something strange has happened..." she noted with alarm, looking around the kitchen. > > Flapjack was about to make a joke when he saw the look on her face. "What? What is it?" > > "I'm... not sure" the spirit answered. "It does not have the feel of a threat, and yet... it is very odd." > > "That..." Space Ghost slurred from under the kitchen table. "...Is exactly how I feel about Gary Coleman." > > Hallie ignored him. "All right... we'll go spread the word that people should be on the lookout for anything unusual." > > "Why am I still wearing pants?" the plastered Legionnaire wondered aloud. > > "Overly unusual" Hallie amended. > > "Gotcha... no problem" answered Mindy Pyrite as she helped Lair Interns Art and Randy with some fresh trays of hor d'oeuvres. > > > > > > > You only have a Tenth Anniversary once... I say we open it up to allow any character from the Parodyverse, ever, to mingle plot free. Continuity be damned for a day.

Amber St Clair looked over at Art, Mindy and Randy "Wait a moment...I saw...I saw them di-"

"Saw what?" CSFB! enquired looking around the room expectantly.

Amber stares at the three formerly dead interns for a moment before glancing back to Dream. "Hmm? What were you saying?" she asks, somewhat vaguely. And then the conversation turns to which hors d'oeuvres are the best ones.

Meanwhile, over in the corner, the small, pale, waifish wisp of a girl all in frilly black lace with emo eyes and goth hair smiles smugly to herself...all but unnoticed by the assembled Legionnaires and guests.


To be continued?

Al B. plot or just randomness - you decide!