Look what I do when I'm supposed to be doing my Science...

Ahh. Way too addictive. D: I should find a better way to spend my time...


Original:
Poker Face

(Currently listening to it, so I'm like, sure. :D)


French:
Face of poker

(Okay sure. :P)


Japanese:
Surface of poker

(This happened last time too. Why does face = surface...? o.o)


Spanish:
Surface of the poker

(It can't just be poker, it has to be THE poker.)


German:
Surface of the stirring up hook

(Where'd stirring up hook come from...? o.o)


Dutch:
Surface of omhoog moving hook

(Moving hook? Omhoog?)


Chinese Simp.:
omhoog migration hook surface

(The hook surface is... migrating...?)


Greek:
omhoog surface of hooks of immigration

(Correction: they are immigrating.)


Korean:
Omhoog surfaces of immigration hanger

(First hooks immigrate here, now hangers? Canada must be popular.)


Poker Face = hooks and hangers immigrating here and invading Canada. Is Lady Gaga plotting something...? o.o;;



Original:
If you get below 90%, you are an official Asian failure.

(Hehe.)


Korean:
Below this 90% of you gets and in case, you are the Asia failure which is official.

(WE ARE ALL ASIA FAILURES WHICH IS OFFICIAL. D: [cept maybe for Angie. But I digress.])


Spanish:
Underneath this 90% of you you obtain and in case, you are the lack of Asia that is official.

(Lack of Asia? Asia doesn't exist anymore? o__O)


Japanese:
If under your this 90%, the Asian scarcity which is official profit.

(Scarcity of Asians = profit. Discriminatory much?)


Chinese Simp. & Chinese Trad.:
If in you this under 90%, is official profit Asia lacks.

(If we are under 90%, Asia lacks official profit. Kinda makes sense if you think about it... o.o)


Russian:
If in you this under 90%, officially, then profit Asia requires.

(If we are officially under 90%, then Asia requires profit. Trufax.)


Therefore, if we are all Asian failures, Asia goes broke. SHAME. D:

-addicted-

Original:
Andrea: I refuse semicolons, they look fugly.
Van: I refuse YUR FACE. >:D
Andrea: I refuse HER face! :O (points to the person on the screen)
Van: I refuse it too. :D


Chinese Simp.:
Andrea: I reject the semicolon, they look at fugly.
Fan: I reject the YUR face. > : D
Andrea: I reject her face! : O (to person's spot screen)
Fan: I also reject it. : D

(Okay, now there's only one semicolon. And it no longer looks fugly, it looks AT fugly.
Also, Van will now be referred to as Fan. Congratulations.)


German:
Andrea: I point the semicolon, it regard fugly back.
Fan: I reject the YUR face. > : D
Andrea: I reject its face! : O (to person' S-Punktschirm)
fan: I also reject it. : D

(The person on the screen is now a person S-Punktschirm, whatever that is. Oh, and she has turned into an it, by the way.)


Japanese:
And rear: I the semicolon, the point fugly point that.
Fan: I refuse the surface of YUR. > : D
and rear: I refuse the surface! : O (person' ; S-Punktschirm)
Fan: In addition as for me it refuses that. : D

(AHAHAHA Andrea is a rear AND a semicolon xD
And they are no longer refusing each others' faces, they are now refusing the surface.)


Spanish:
And later part: I semicolon, of the point the point fugly that.
Ventilator: Rejection the YUR surface. > : D
and later part: Rejection the surface! : Or (person' ;
Ventilator of S-Punktschirm): In addition as far as me it rejects that. : D

(Andrea is a later part now. And Van turned into a ventilator. o.o)


Italian:
And successive part: Point and virgola I, of the point the point fugly that one.
Fan: Refusal the YUR surface. > : D
and successive part: Refusal the surface! : Or (person' ;
Fan of S-Punktschirm): In more for how much me it refusal that one. : D

(Okay, no longer a later part but a successive part, I see.
Van turned back into a fan, at least.)


Korean:
And the part which is continued: Point of point and virgola I and fugly piece one.
Fan: Refusal YUR surface. > : D
and the part which is continued: Refusal surface! : Or (person' ; S-Punktschirm
fans): respects how much from a more thing it refusal one of writings. : D

(Andrea is a part which is continued now. MAKE UP YOUR MIND, BABELFISH.
And they are back to refusing surfaces again. Oh, but Van wants to refuse someone's writing. That's not nice. D:)


French:
And the part which is continued: Not point and virgola I and fugly piece one.
Ventilator: Surface refusal YUR. > ; : D
and the part which is continued: Surface refusal! : Or (person' ; ;
Ventilators of S-Punktschirm): respect how much more thing it refusal one of the writings. : D

(Van turned back into a ventilator. More than one ventilator, actually.)




Original:
Why does Mr. Lew always give us clown music in band? D:


French:
Why Mr. Lew does it always give us the music of clown in the band? D:

(Nothing too bad here. But why is Mr. Lew an it...?)


Korean:
Does it why Lew always give the music of the clown who to the band is in us? D:

(Apparently Mr. Lew is just Lew now.
The band... is in us? o.o)


Russian:
Does make it why Lew it does always give the notes of clown which to the range in us? D:

(Okay, so now we have a range in us. And we no longer play clown music, we play notes of the clown. Wonderful.)


Dutch:
Makes gives for which Lew it always nota' s of clown which to the pallet in us? D:

(Now we have pallets. And we play notas of clown.)


Chinese Trad.:
Which Lew does gives always its nota' for; Comedian clown s to ours pallet? D:

(There's more than one Mr. Lew?? Does he have a twin like Ms. Wong? o.O)


Japanese:
Some Lew nota' It gives always; For the sake of; Buffoonery teacher s pallet of comedian to our ones? D:

(... I don't get this. Really. @__@)

One more. 8D

Original:
"Okay, my mission now... is to make this Pikachu PURPLE!" Sarah announced, looking proud. "YES! Let's GO!"

(From RCII Part... I forgot. :P)


Dutch:
" O.k., must make my task now… this PURPLE Pikachu! " Announced Sarah, looking at proud. " YES! Let' s GO! "

(Okay, so Pikachu is already purple. But Sarah must make her task anyway. :O)


French:
" ; Well, must now make with my task… this Pikachu CRIMSON! " ; Announced Sarah, looking at proud. " ; YES! Let' ; S DISAPPEAR! " ;

(So it's crimson now? No more purple? SARAH, I'M ASHAMED OF YOU. D:
Additionally, you're yelling at people to disappear. How rude.)


German:
" ; Well this Pikachu HIGH-RED must form now with my task…! " ; Announced Sarah, regarding proudly. " ; YES! Let' ; S DISAPPEARANCE! " ;

(Pikachu, who is now high-red (drugs much?) must form with Sarah's task. Poor Pikachu.)


Greek:
"? Well this high-[KOKKINO] Pikachu should shape now with my objective…! "? [Anaggelthe]'? n Sarah, that it considers proud. "? YES! Let'? DISAPPEARANCE OF S! "?

(Okay Sarah, forming Pikachu with your task is bad enough, but shaping him is going too far. >:O
... Where did disappearance of S come from? xD)


Japanese:
" ? This high [KOKKINO] Pikachu should my object and now the shape [zu] [ku], is…It gushes forth! " ? [Anaggelthe] ' ? That the n plate, you brag and consider. " ? It is! Let' ? The disappearance of S! " ?

(Pikachu gushes forth?? o__O Disturbing mental image there...
Pikachu is high kokkino, and is now Sarah's object. Owch.
And why did disappearance of S randomly uncaps itself...)


Russian:
" ? This high [KOKKINO] Of pikachu my object and now form [zu] [ku],… it gushes forward! " ? [Anaggelthe] of ' ? What the plate n, you brags and it examines. " ? It! Let' ? Disappearance s! " ?

(Sarah is now examining Pikachu. Also, she apparently lacks the ability to speak in coherent sentences.)


Spanish:
" ? This overflow [KOKKINO] of pikachu my object and now forms [zu] [ku],… he says with excessive effusion advanced! " ? [Anaggelthe] of ' ? What plate n, you is boasted and examined. " ? He! Let' ? Disappearance s! " ?

(Sarah is a he?? HOW COME I DIDN'T KNOW THIS?? I AM DEEPLY WOUNDED BY YOUR SECRECY! D:
Also, she/he/it is excessively advanced. Is Sarah hiding something? :O
Pikachu overflows and forms zu ku. Interesting.)


Chinese Simp. & Chinese Trad. & Korean:
" ? This inundates and pikachu [KOKKINO] aims the shape [zu] which [ku] exists,… Him says with the excessive outflow which progresses! where " ? [Anaggelthe] ' ? What kind of plate n you are proud, they are examined. " ? The! Let' ? Misses s! where " ?

(o__O.
Just o__O.)

Playing around with Babelfish.

Babelfish = translator.

Funnies. x]

(My comments in brackets.)


Original:
Hi Ms. Wong!

(The classic. :D)


French:
Hello Mrs. Wong!

(So now Ms. Wong is married. :O)


Portuguese:
Olá! Mrs. Wong!

(Haha, "Ola")


Spanish & French:
Vagueness! Mrs Wong!

(... Where did vagueness come from? o.O)


Korean:
Ambiguous wool lake! Wong Mrs.!

(How did they get a wool lake from vagueness... Oh, and now we shall address Ms. Wong as Wong Mrs.)


Italian:
Ambiguous lake of wools! Sig.ra di Wong!

(Now she is Sig.ra di Wong. However you pronounce that.)


Greek:
Ambiguous lake [mallion]! Sig.ra Di Wong!

(... Mallion? o.O)




Original:
Survival awards today, and Maddy/Jason/Tony/me got second place. :O Very happy.

(Taken from Angie's most recent blog post. :D)


Dutch:
The granting of the overleving today, and Maddy/Jason/Tony/me become Second place. : Very fortunately O.

(Congrats, Sutherlandians, for winning the overleving. :D)


Italian:
L' Maddy/Jason/Tony/me and allocation overleving today are transformed in second place. : Much fortunately Or.

(Okay, so the overlevings are being allocated. Also, Angie and them are now transformed into second place. Congratulations.)


Russian:
L' Maddy/Jason/Tony/me and allocation of overleving of today of are of transformed in of second of place. : Much of fortunately Or.

(Now the allocation of the overleving of today are being transformed.)


Korean:
L' Overleving Maddy of justice today or Jason or Tony/me and distributing changes is inside the second time of place. : Luckily vast quantity or.

(Maddy is justice today, and Jason or Tony/Angie are inside the second time of place, along with distributing changes. Uhm.)


Spanish:
L' Overleving Maddy of justice today or the changes of Jason or Tony/me and of the distribution is inner the second time of the place. : Luckyly extensive amount or.

(Okay, now it's the changes of Jason or Tony/Angie that are in the second time of place. Also, there is an extensive amount that is lucky. Or luckyly.)


Chinese Trad. & Chinese Simp.:
L' The Overleving justice either Jason or Tony/me today changes Maddy and the release second time is the intrinsic place. : Luckyly widespread amount or.

(Jason or Tony or Angie are changing Maddy. And the intrinsic place. Whatever that is. Oh, and the extensive amount is now widespread. Whoopie.)


In conclusion, Angie's Survival group won the overleving, which got allocated several times, in the second time of the intrinsic place. Yays for them. :)



Original:
This post is now about delicious food.

(Stolen from Van. :D)


Dutch:
This mail is now concerning delicious food.

(Van writes mail on her blog. Good job Van.)


French:
This mail relates to delicious food now.

(Not bad. Van apparently still writes mail though.)


German:
This post office refers on delicious food now.

(How does Van put a post office on her blog. SHOW ME. :O)


Italian:
This post office them now reports exquisite food.

(Sounds like a news show. "WE WILL NOW REPORT ON EXQUISITE FOOD.")


Korean:
This post office now that (thing) field reports the food which is exquisite.

(Okay, now THAT thing field reports the food.)


Portuguese:
This station of post offices now that the field (of the thing) tells the food that is requintado.

(Station of post offices? Now there's more than one post office on Van's blog? o.O Oh, and now the field of the thing is talking to the food, which, incidentally, is requintado.)


Russian:
This station of post offices now, when field (thing) speaks food which requintado.

(Omigosh, the field thing speaks food. I've always wanted to learn food as a second language.)


Therefore, Van's blog has a station of post offices, in which the field thing talks to the food, which happens to be requintado.

Good job Van.

Haha, finally. :P (RCII P8)

Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 8

Andrea blinked.

One moment, she was chasing Hibari into that dark, blobby hole, and the next, she literally fell out of the sky onto the hard sidewalk on her butt.

In Japan.

“Oh my god.”

She scrambled to her feet and looked around wildly. The hiragana and katakana around her told her that she was definitely somewhere Japanese. She... might actually be in Japan! She stood on her toes and peeked over the buildings. Faint blue mountains capped with snow that glittered in the winter sun suggested... Hokkaido?

Andrea blinked again.

She was in Japan.

She was actually in Japan.

Andrea snapped back to reality when someone ran past her, accidentally bumping her shoulder. She quickly stepped to the side and pressed herself against the wall of a building so that no one could crash into her or anything, and carefully observed her surroundings.

There were Asian-looking people everywhere, with an occasional non-Asian tourist wandering around the crowded streets. She decided to walk around and explore a bit, at least wanting to find out where the hell Hibari went.

Suddenly, a voice shouted out her name, and she turned around. There, running towards her and screaming like a maniac, was a very familiar person.

----------------

“CLEAVAGE!” Yuedi yelled before she hit the hard pavement with a loud thump.

Sandy proceeded to whack her on the head.

Nicky and Nalini gave her a weird look, Van made a facepalm motion, and Richard sweatdropped before noticing where they landed.

“Sandy...” he said slowly, as if not believing what he was seeing. “Is it just me, or does this place seem... really familiar?”

“It does, it does!” Van chirped in agreement in her five-year-old voice, also looking around in... weirded-out-ness.

Sandy stopped attacking the pervert Yuedi and opened her mouth to reply, but then quickly shut it when she saw the sign on the building next to them.

“‘National Arts Centre,’” she read in a hushed voice. She looked across the street at the white stone monument that stood there. “That statue... isn’t this... Ottawa?!”

The group was promptly distracted by voices coming from the building. They dove into some neatly trimmed bushes beside the doors of the Arts Centre, watching in astonishment as the old concert band of 2007-2008 swarmed out the doors, chattering excitedly.

Nalini stared. “Hey Van, isn’t that-”

She was quickly cut off by Van wrestling her to the ground in order to shut her up. Richard and Sandy held their breath as David looked curiously in their general direction, and simultaneously breathed sighs of relief when he shrugged it off and continued walking, thus not blowing their cover.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Richard said once the group had passed. “I mean, how can we be here and there at the same time? I swear I saw you and Rach and Jason and everyone else in that group too...”

Sandy looked back at him in confusion. “I have no idea... What the fudge is going on here?”

----------------

“Are we... in China?” Angie asked, still holding her death grip around Skye’s waist even as they fell from the floating portal and landed in a dark and bad-smelling alleyway. “I mean, it has the pollution and all that crap.”

“I don’t think so,” Rachel testified, staring at the characters on a small label that was taped to the garbage can. She leaned closer, squinting behind her glasses. “Uh, let’s see... o something tsu... something, something... ku, da, sa, i?” She stood up and grinned sheepishly at the rest of her group. “My hiragana reading is terrible, as you can clearly see.”

“It’s better than I can do,” Fandi said with a shrug, trying to pry Angie and Skye apart, by the latter’s request. “Mich help me,” she added after failing to release her classmate’s hold around the silver-haired bishounen’s midsection. Skye sweatdropped, wondering if he would ever be able to shake off this rabid fangirl. (The author silently empathized with him.)

With one swift pull, Mich managed to pull Angie’s arms off of her victim. Everyone else stared. Mich stared back with her usual (and kind of creepy) :] expression.

Angie pouted and stomped her foot. “No!” she squealed. “My Skye! Bad Mich!”

Mich and Fandi sweatdropped as she locked her arms around the Phantom Thief once again.

“So Pikachu,” Sarah said, ignoring Fandi's half-frustrated/half-amused protests and turning to the electric rodent with a serious expression. “Why are we in Japan? And are there any places around here that sell purple dye?”

Pikachu plopped down on his behind, dangling his legs over the lid of the garbage can that he was sitting on. “Well basically,” he explained, “something or someone made that portal and, to make a long story short, we traveled through it to here. However, as for the people after us, I think they went in too late and screwed up the rip in time and space, so now they’re probably stuck in the past or the future halfway across the world or something.” He cleared his throat. “The latter question, I cannot answer, and I request that you not find the answer either. I like my yellow fur, thank you very much.”

Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but a dark blur suddenly swooped down and tackled her to the ground. She screamed. A rough hand quickly covered her mouth. (She was mildly disappointed. She liked screaming like an idiot.)

The group quickly found themselves surrounded by a group of people in black ninja suits, their eyes gleaming and lingering far too long on... certain areas for their tastes.

“Screw the one in Crosby, this is going to be a real rapefest,” Rachel whispered to Fandi with panic in her voice. “And I get the feeling that it’s not gonna be pleasant.”


And yes, my chapters are getting shorter. D:

Ahh.

Life the cake.

Rαcн says (10:59 PM):
rcii... lykedied. D:

Rαcн says (10:59 PM):
temporarily

O.OY says (11:00 PM):
?

O.OY says (11:00 PM):
why?

Rαcн says (11:00 PM):
dunnoes.

Rαcн says (11:00 PM):
lost motivation? D:

Rαcн says (11:00 PM):
MOTIVATE ME.

O.OY says (11:00 PM):
RAWR

O.OY says (11:00 PM):
POST

O.OY says (11:00 PM):
NOW

O.OY says (11:00 PM):
YOU CAN DO IT

Rαcн says (11:00 PM):
... xD


And that is how Richard attempts to motivate me into writing again. For the first time in "weeks", according to Sarah. (Actually, it's only been six days. But I digress. :P)

... I gotta go pee, be right back. :)

Hi. I'm back.

... I can just imagine Fandi saying, "INTERESTING. WHY DID I NEED TO KNOW THAT. o.o"

:D


Rαcн says (11:04 PM):
life... is like a cake.

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
if there's only one layer of cake, without frosting anywhere on it, it gets boring, and you want to stop eating it after a while.

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
but when there's frosting all over the cake and multiple layers in the cake, it gets interesting.

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
but sometimes it gets too sweet.

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
but you have to keep eating, because you know that it will all be worth it once it's over.

O.OY says (11:06 PM):
pfft

O.OY says (11:06 PM):
if u eat too much of it at once

O.OY says (11:06 PM):
u get fat tho

Rαcн says (11:06 PM):
exactly. O:

Rαcн says (11:06 PM):
which is why it should be taken in little chunks at a time.

O.OY says (11:06 PM):
and tehn u run around

O.OY says (11:06 PM):
having so much burden

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
and then one day

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
ur fat body just plomps down on the ground

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
and then u yell

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
I DONT WANT TO TAKE THIS ANY LONGER

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
and then u die

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
with cake still in ur stomach

Rαcн says (11:07 PM):
... but there's also more cake left over

Rαcн says (11:07 PM):
which you can't eat now that you're dead.

Rαcн says (11:08 PM):
which is bad. D:

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
leading investigators to believe u died while choking on ur cake

O.OY says (11:07 PM):
and then

O.OY says (11:08 PM):
they ban all cake

Rαcн says (11:08 PM):
... wtf? o.O

O.OY says (11:08 PM):
xD

O.OY says (11:08 PM):
that last sentece

O.OY says (11:08 PM):
kinda killed the analogy

O.OY says (11:08 PM):
didnt it xD

Rαcн says (11:08 PM):
... i concur. =P

O.OY says (11:08 PM):
xD


So it's decided. Life is a cake that you choke on and die. :D

... It's too late to write a new chapter. :D -excuse-

-shot down repeatedly by rabid fans-

-dies-

Of course I do.

Angie: You do NOT look like a guy, shut up. :P
Me: Of course I do.

I am having a chat with Angie over MSN voice calling thingy right now (whatever it's called). :D

Angie: What are you searching up now?
Me: I'm not. :O
Angie: I hear typing. What are you doing, you'd better be writing Randomosity Chronicles, GO. >:O
Me: Hahaa.

Me: Angieee, I'm too lazy to write todayyy D:
Angie: Then don't write todayyy, I understandddd xP
Me: Okay. :D
Angie: (hears me typing this) Rachh, you sound so INTO it, why don't you bring your... INTONESS to writeee D:
Me: Because I don't feeeeel like it xP (whine)

New layout yeshh :D

4|\|D W|-|y 1z|\|7 D4|\|4 1|\| |-|3r3 y37?
= AND WHy IzNT DANA IN HErE yET?
= And why isn't Dana in here yet?

Ha, Andrea. Congratulate me. >:)

Anyway, in answer to your question, it's because I originally planned the length of P7 be be waaaay longer, but then I for some reason changed it. So now I dunno exactly when Dana will come in, but expect it to be soon. :)

Speaking of Dana... SO DEAD FOR MATH PROJECT ARGH NO REFUSE D:

... Well, granted, it's due in six days, but I'm stressing over it anyway. For some reason.

Omfg, it's 9pm. o.o For some reason it feels like five in the afternoon. This is a problem. Dx

No chapter today, sorry people. I'm being lazy today. :P

About the new layout, I need suggestions on what to put in the right column. Any ideas? o.o

A Tribute. (RCII P7)

First, before I delve into chapter/part/whatever 7, I must pay my respects to a very special inanimate object, which kinda died yesterday.

REST IN PEACE, RICHARD'S WALLET. (The one in real life, of course xP)

... Why did I all-caps that. o.o;;


LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:36 PM):
updatin yet????????????/

Rαcн says (7:36 PM):
blah

Rαcн says (7:36 PM):
fine >=P

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:36 PM):
yey!!!!!!!!! [etc, etc, because if I post the entire thing, it'll stretch the page. o.O]

Rαcн says (7:36 PM):
... o__O;;;

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:36 PM):
eleven

Rαcн says (7:36 PM):
-backs away slowly-

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:36 PM):
one hundred eleven

Rαcн says (7:37 PM):
... okay stop that.

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:37 PM):
one thousand one hundred eleven

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:37 PM):
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE [etc, etc, again.]

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:37 PM):
oekee. i shall leave u alone 2 ur writing

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:37 PM):
now

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:37 PM):
heehee

LeSars....is OMIGOSH CLEAVAGE ON BLONDE GIRL!!!!! =P says (7:37 PM):
bibibiibibibibibib

Rαcн says (7:37 PM):
bye? =P


Yeah. So, as you can clearly see, I'm being mobbed. (See also Angie's latest blog post.) (By the way, nice observation Tangie. o.O That is ironic... :O)



Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 7

Andrea caught up to Hibari Kyouya in the South Gym that still had those same whitewashed walls with kids' paintings taped lopsidedly to them. But it wasn't the eyehurtingly bright colours of the poster paint that caught her attention; it was the large, dark, blobby hole... thing that floated behind Hibari.

He stared at her.

She stared at him.

Suddenly, Andrea realized that her mouth was open stupidly, and she quickly shut it. "Uhh," she managed to get out. Okay, I'm in a room alone with Hibari... what do I do now? She made a o.o;; expression while the bishounen across the room made a T.T expression at her silence. (The author made a :D expression while she described the characters' feelings with emoticons.)

He glared at her.

She blinked.

He turned around, Hibird perching quietly on his shoulder, and disappeared through the hole. Horrified, Andrea ran after him.

"Hibari! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

----------------

Mich had taken no more than three steps out the Art Room when they heard it.

A frantic shout.

"That was... Andrea, wasn't it?" she asked confusedly, with a hint of worry in her voice. (The author silently rejoiced at the fact that Mich had spoken at least five lines of dialogue in the story already.)

"Yeah," Fandi agreed, but just as she was about to add something to that, Grumpy Bird sailed through the air, hitting her squarely on the back of her head.

"OW!" she yelled just like Van had when she was first beaned by the book. Van looked surprised (and slightly amused) as the picture-book-slash-weapon flew back into her hand like a boomerang.

"This thing is cool," she commented, ignoring the fact that Fandi was stomping over to her with a murderous look in her eye. "Homocide is bad," she added lightly, dodging her "test victim"'s attempt at punching her in the face.

"I heard Andrea yelling," Nalini told Sarah and Pikachu (who, unfortunately, was still a bright, sunshiny yellow and not purple like Sarah wanted). "That's why everyone rushed down here from that... uhh, rapefest." She sweatdropped when the words came out of her mouth.

"Yeah, it sounded something along the lines of 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!' to me," Rachel said, shrugging, ignoring the second part of Nalini's sentence. She turned to the crowd of people behind her, most of whom were still kinkily wrestling among themselves. "GUYS! LET'S GO!"

The group hurried down the hall towards the South Gym, which is where everybody generally heard it from.

"Oh my god," Skye (who was still clutching Richard's wallet) said quietly when they saw the dark hole floating at the other side of the room.

"It's a dimensional portal!" Pikachu whispered in a horrified voice, his eyes widening. The humans stared at him, and he proceeded to explain. "A dimensional portal is a small distortion in time and space, which can take people to any dimension they like - hence the name - as well as travel through time. It's sort of like the Necklace-" he patted the shimmering purple jewel- "but these distortions are extremely difficult to make, since you're basically ripping apart space itself, and messing with the flow of time. It takes a lot of magical power and control to make something like that..."

"Andrea probably went in there!" Rachel yelled after this long winded lecture. "Let's go people!" And with that, she dashed towards the portal, dragging Fandi and Mich behind her.

"Wait, it's dangerous!" Pikachu yelled from Mich's shoulder. "If you enter at the wrong time, you'll-"

But they disappeared into the portal before Pikachu could finish his sentence. Sarah jumped in after them, screaming something about purple dye, and Angie followed, dragging Skye by the wrist with her, while the latter tried to yell at his captor about the wallet that he was still holding over her excited shrieks.

The hole was suddenly enveloped in a bright blue light and started shrinking. Sandy began to panic when she realized that the portal was closing, and determinedly leapt into it, dragging Richard, who was sadly lamenting about his lost wallet, with her. Van was next, swiftly diving into the hole, followed by Yuedi, who pulled in a spazzy Nalini and a very reluctant Nicky after her as the hole became smaller and smaller.

Then, with a soft whooshing sound, the portal disappeared.


It's not epic.

You have no idea how awesome it would have been if it was epic.

Argh.

I'm tired.

I wanna sleep.

I'll edit later.

D:

O:

We're supposed to be having a free work period right now, but we sorta have no work to work on... o.O

Dana, we should probably start thinking about the math, should't we. ._.

(Dana says something.) Okay.

Van: What are you MAKING? A dating sim?
Andrea: No! o__O;;;
Yuedi: You have to make this a dating sim. :D BECAUSE YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL ON THE INSIDE. (or something. o__O)
Dana: Oh Yuedi, you did NOT just say that. She is NOT beautiful on the inside. .____."

Sarah: GO TELL HIM TO GO DIE. >:O

Andrea: I refuse semicolons, they look fugly.
Van: I refuse YUR FACE. >:D
Andrea: I refuse HER face! :O (points to the person on the screen)
Van: I refuse it too. :D

Yeah. As you can CLEARLY tell, we're extremely crazy.

Andrea and Dana are playing around with Flash. :O

Dana: It's domains that say IB.
Sarah: ... What does that mean. o.o;;

lasdjflsdflsdj
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asdfasdfasdfas fasdfasdsd
asdfasdfasdfasdfasdfasfsadfasefasdfWEFAWDFASD
asdfasdfsdfasdfasdfsd
dfdfdfsfasdfdfdfgdffsdfdsdfsd
aldjflsdlsdflasfasdjf sdflkajsdf;lja;lfalsdflsdladjsdf

Kinda procrastinating here. xP (RCII P6)

Me is at Sars's house. :) People are talking about grad dresses in the background. o.O Uhm.

Sarah came in here, saw my outline, and screamed. Now Angie's reading this as I type. NO SPOILERS GUYS. >:O

Yeah, I'm actually writing an outline for the chapters nao. O: Yayyy me.

Wow, apparently I'm torturing people by not updating and withholding the spoilers. xD

... Angie said I should write or she'll slap me. Onoes. D:

^^^

I wrote all that when I actually was at Sarah's house. That was yesterday. Twilight kinda sucked. The quality was bad. And it kept freezing near the end. (Which pissed Emi off soooo much. :P)

Yeah, I'm procrastinating on reading responses and pointillism, so this chapter's gonna be kinda bad, because I can't think straight right now. D:

Rachel has rabid fans. Rachel goes o__O;;; at the thought. Rachel does not want rabid fans. Rachel wonders what it's like to be J.K. Rowling. Rachel imagines she has even more rabid fans. Rachel goes ._."

Rachel should probably post chapter 6 before Rachel's rabid fans go insane. o.o;;


Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 6

"This is called the MYSTICAL NECKLACE OF TIME AND SPACE," Pikachu informed them after he slipped the necklace they found in the construction paper closet around his neck. Sarah stared at the bright purple heart-shaped jewel on the necklace. It was shiny. And purple. She liked that necklace.

"See," Pikachu continued, ignoring the fact that Sarah was drooling over the necklace like an idiot, "this necklace enables you humans to understand me. So no more random Pika Pikas for you people."

"That's good," Fandi commented.

"Now," Pikachu said after Thunderbolting Sarah a third time to snap her out of her trance, "it isn't ONLY good for communication - this necklace also has 1337 GODLY P0W3RZ. We can use it to warp to different dimensions and manipulate time."

"Ooh, then let's use it to get home!" Mich suggested excitedly. Pikachu shook his head.

"I can't control where we warp though, so we have to get lucky. Besides, shouldn't we find the others first?"

"I CONCUR!" Sarah yelled. Pikachu was mildly pissed off when he saw that she was still staring admirably at the necklace. He zapped her a fourth time.

"Oh by the way," Pikachu shouted over Sarah's spazzing, "I know that entire explanation is a total Tsubasa ripoff, but since the entire story is simply a pile of shit in prose, nobody really cares." He hopped onto Mich's shoulder and pointed forwards, arranging himself in an epic pose.

"And thus... OUR JOURNEY BEGINS!"

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Skye prided himself for being able to escape any dire situation he might land in, with his SUP3R AW3S0M3 N1NJA P0W3RZ, but this seemed hopeless. Rabid fangirls had come after him before, but none of them could compare to this particular rabid fangirl who had him tied to a random chair in the Music Room, rambling absentmindedly.

"Z0MFGITZSKYEEE!!" she squealed excitedly, approaching him with an IMMA-GONNA-RAEP-YU-NAO-KTHXBAI look in her eyes. He shuddered and wriggled around, trying to loosen the ropes (that Angie somehow found in the back room) that bound him to the chair. He failed.

Suddenly, Angie froze.

Skye was confused until he heard it too.

Voices.

"... Wait, so are you saying that they want to steal your wallet again??"

"That's Shandy!" Angie said, and peeked outside through the small window on the door.

"Wow, the Music Room again??" Rachel complained irritably, folding her arms. "This is like the eighth f**king time we've been here!"

She promptly hightailed it down the hallway with Sandy flying behind her, ready to give her the death poke of DOOM.

Angie watched this with amusement, but then something brown and rectangular caught her eye. It was Richard's wallet, sticking out from his pocket, and practically begging to be jacked.

She tilted her head, deep in thought, and then an evil smile crept across her face. "The wallet... the wallet! SKYE!"

Skye just stared as Angie tore off the ropes that held him captive. "You're a thief, right? Go steal Richard's wallet! And come back! I still need to raep yu, ya know."

"But what's so special about the wallet?" Skye asked, baffled, ignoring the second part. Angie shrugged.

"I dunno. But Sarah and Andrea were being all spazzy about it, so I wanna see for myself." She glared at him. "But no fancy escape attempts. Or you'll get the SUPER SCARY ANGIE RAEP PUNISHMENT! BWAHAHAHAHA!"

This particular rabid fangirl was not only obsessive, but also maniacal, Skye concluded.

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Nicky stared.

But for once, he wasn't staring at either Nalini or Yuedi in a way that questioned their sanity. He was staring at the hallway, or, more specifically, the screaming group of crazy people running down the hallway.

Behind him, Nalini and Yuedi were still trying to beat each other up. (They were kinda failing, by the way. But that's beside the point.)

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Van examined the book. It was shiny, and looked like it was in perfect condition. Definitely not from the school library, where the books get mauled and dog-eared three days after they're bought.

She bent down. She picked up the book.

When Van stood up, she heard a sound. Well, actually, a variety of sounds.

"Give it back!"

"Never!"

"Sorry Sandy!"

"Nicky, come back!"

"Oi, Rach!"

"Skye, I have to rape you now!"

"GIVE BACK MY WALLET!"

"Nalini still wants to hear you moan!"

"YUEDI!"

"SKYE!"

"NICKY!"

"Why isn't anybody calling out MY name?!"

Van barely had time to react as a group of people (who were all unfortunately taller than her) hurtled down the hallway straight at her. There was a massive collision as everyone collapsed onto a pile on top of Van, who yelled out many colourful words as she got crushed (like white and red and pink and purple... no, just kidding).

"VAN IS PISSED OFF AT BOOK NAO," Van screamed angrily as the Grumpy Bird book beaned her again in the chaos, this time on her skull.

Yuedi, Nicky, and Nalini were the last to arrive. Nicky and Nalini stopped and stared at the struggling mass of people in front of them. Yuedi did not.

"GANG RAPEEE!"

Hehe... who said family reunions had to be boring?


By the way, if you're wondering where Andrea went, you'll find out. Soon enough. Hehe... >:D

Wow. o__O (RCII P5)

People are so impatient (coughSarahcough)~ xD

Butsrsly. Badgering me for chapters won't exactly get them out faster... it'll just annoy the hell out of me. I'm still human, you know. :P

And today, I got mild writer's block, so it's probably not going to be the best chapter ever.

Anyway. Moving on. :)


Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 5

Van was mad.

She glared at the doorknob.

She thought about her dilemma. What would the others do in her situation?

Andrea would probably threaten the doorknob and try to punch it. Van did not want to punch a piece of metal, because that would hurt, nor did she want to threaten it with an empty threat that it probably wouldn't acknowledge anyway. Besides, Van wasn't exactly a threatening person. (Unless she's in MWAHAHA-EVIL-GENIUS mode. But that's not the point.)

Rachel would probably keep turning to knob, employing different speeds and force before she gives up and spazzes at the thing. And then maybe she would kick the door and hurt her foot and spaz even more.

Fandi would be even spazzier though, yelling at the doorknob to turn and open the door even though it is clearly an inanimate object.

Or is it...?

Van leaned closer and stared at the doorknob, half expecting it to sprout a face or something. (Hey, anything could happen in this dimension... Van knew from experience.)

She stared.

She blinked.

The doorknob didn't move.

She stared at it some more.

Suddenly, something flat collided with the back of her neck, which caused her head to move forward and bonk her forehead onto the doorknob.

"What the hell!" Van yelled irritably, holding her neck and spinning around to see who chucked the book at her.

There was nobody there. The hallway was deserted.

But on the floor lay... a hardcover copy of Grumpy Bird.

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Sandy looked from Rachel to Richard, not knowing what to say in this awkward situation.

Rachel blinked.

Richard stared.

Sandy stood there.

The awkward silence continued.

Rachel marveled at how similar this situation was to the (apparently very quotable) Awkward Moment in the Hallway.

"Hi," Sandy said.

"Hi," Richard responded.

"Hi," Rachel also responded. Then she blinked and mustered up her courage.

"Uhhhm, Richard?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you..."

Richard stared.

"Do you... still..."

Richard stared. Sandy also stared. Rachel twitched, but took a deep breath and finished her question.

"Do you still have that five dollar bill that Sarah stuffed down her bra?"

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Sarah was sad. The Pikachu wouldn't turn purple. Even when she pressured Fandi and Mich into showing her where the paint was in the Art Room, and dumped the entire bottle of purple paint over Pikachu's head (this Art Room actually did have paint in the secondary colours, instead of making people mix their own), she only succeeded in getting the Pokemon to unleash another Thunderbolt on her.

"Rawr," she said disappointedly, looking at her smoking hair. "That wasn't nice."

"Pika pikachu," the Pikachu replied defiantly.

The three looked at each other uncertainly.

"Do you know what it said?" Fandi whisper-shouted to the other two.

When Sarah and Mich both shook their heads, Pikachu furrowed its (non-existent) brow and tried to think of a way to make itself clear to the humans. Suddenly, it had a burst of inspiration.

"Pika pika," it said, hopping onto a table and holding a finger underneath its nose, like a mustache.

"Hey, isn't that like that French video that we were forced to watch in Grade 6?" Fandi asked. Sarah tilted her head; she wasn't in their class back then. Mich knew what Fandi was talking about though, and nodded.

"So, you're a guy?" she asked the Pikachu, who nodded as well.

"Pika, chu pikachu," he continued, which elicited confused looks from his companions. Looking frustrated, he decided to settle for a game of charades in order to convey what he was trying to tell them.

"Chu, pika pi pikachu pi pika." He pointed to the other side of the room, where the whiteboard was. "Pikachu," he continued, pointing to the cupboard where the construction paper was, "pika pi pikachu pika-" he raised his arms, imitating putting something around his neck- "chu pi pikachu pi-" he pointed to himself- "pi pikachupi-" he opened and closed his mouth, imitating talking- "pika." He pointed at the three humans in turn.

Sarah, Fandi and Mich blinked. They thought it couldn't get any worse if they were being forced to decipher the pika pikas of an electric rodent.

Little did they know that their adventure with Pikachu... was far from over.


That's it for today. My brain got dead.

Also, I dare people to figure out what Pikachu was trying to say. Nosrsly. Go ahead and try to interpret it. Have fun. :)

Ow. (RCII P4)

I have a stomachache right now. That's what I get for eating too much chocolate. :(

Yeah, I kinda owe the school $24 right now. o__O;;

I suppose my... er, fans are stomping their feet and impatiently waiting for the next part of the saga-thingymabobber, so I shall type that up right now. :)


Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 4

Angie stared at Andrea in disbelief. "You did not just do that, did you?"

Andrea made a face at her. "Of course I did."

"Once this is all over, I need to have a talk with Rachel-in-the-real-world and ask her why the hell I got slugged in the face."

Andrea shrugged. "Easy. I want Skye. You want Skye. Because Skye is awesome."

"I thought you wanted that Hibari Kyouya person," Angie whined, clinging onto Skye (who still had not said a word).

"I do," Andrea whined back. "But if there's no Hibari, then I'll have to go with Skye. Because bishies are HAWT like that."

"NO!" Angie shrieked again, practically dragging Skye away from her new rival. "Skye is MINE! MINEEE!! BWAHAHA!!"

"TOO BAD!" Andrea yelled back just as hysterically, running after them.

"Ladies, ladies," the silver-haired thief said, struggling to release Angie's death-grip around his waist. "Calm down please. I would hate to have two beautiful women get into a tussle with each other over me."

Andrea sweatdropped. Angie just held onto Skye even harder.

"Anyway, I am afraid that it is time for me to leave. Though it pains me to say goodbye to you... CHICK BEAM, FIRE!!"

Nothing happened. Skye looked worried. Andrea looked confused. You couldn't really tell what Angie looked like, because her face was smushed into Skye's back due to her still clinging onto him in a crushing hug.

I hated that little gimmick, came the Voice in a bored tone. How Skye would always fire that thing and freeze the girls and escape... eww, cliché and just plain cheap. It also has a horrible, cheesy name. Ugh. Besides, if he escaped then there would be no plot surrounding this particular love triang- hey, it's that Hibird thing!

Andrea immediately looked around. "WHERE?" she demanded. Then she saw the bright yellow bird, flying in little circles above them, then escaping down the hallway in the opposite direction Angie tried to drag Skye in. Andrea shot after him, yelling like a maniac.

And leaving Skye all alone with Angie.

But Angie was not satisfied. She will get her revenge against Andrea for being punched in the face... someday... BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Skye just stared.

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"Hey Nicky, Nalini wants to hear you moan," Yuedi said amiably, as if she was making friendly conversation about the weather.

Nalini gave her a sort-of-menacing-but-not-really look. "Yuedi, shut up! Besides, it was YOU who said that, not me."

Nicky stared.

"Also, she wants to eat you," Yuedi informed him, ducking to avoid Nalini as she tried to slap her in the face.

"YUEDI!"

Nicky stared.

"Geez, why is he even here if all he does is, like, stare??" Nalini demanded, still trying to hit Yuedi but kind of failing.

Because, the Voice said impatiently, if Nicky's here, it creates drama. And this place definitely needs some drama.

"I think they're already dramatic enough," Nicky finally said, rolling his eyes.

Nalini and Yuedi stopped wrestling on the floor and stared at him in disbelief.

"Oh. My. God." Nalini said, twitching.

"I know!" Yuedi agreed, not taking her eyes off Nicky. "His hair is still shiny! Isn't that amazing?"

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Van was alone. She was kind of lost too. This was a dilemma.

It was also kind of sad, getting lost in Crosby. But this Crosby was not the same Crosby she was used to. This Crosby... was weird.

After wandering around for a few minutes, she finally ended up back in Ms. Wong's room, and decided to go in and wait for the others, since she had nothing else to do.

She twisted the knob. It didn't budge.

"What the hell," Van muttered, jerking the knob sideways. It stubbornly refused to turn.

She tugged on it with all the force she could muster. It just sat there, as if mocking her. Van glared at it.

The Great Battle between Van and the Doorknob of Doom, the Voice mused quietly, watching this little struggle. How epic.

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It wasn't long before Sarah and Fandi and their new Pikachu companion ran into Mich, who disappointedly told them that she couldn't find Ms. Wong anywhere.

"You know what else is sad?" Sarah pouted. "This Pikachu isn't purple! Isn't that SAD? 'Cause purple is like, the awesomest colour ever!"

Fandi did a facepalm motion.

"No," Mich replied defiantly. "GREEN is better."

"A green Pikachu?" Sarah pondered that for a few seconds. "... Ew."

Mich made a :( face.

"Okay, my mission now... is to make this Pikachu PURPLE!" Sarah announced, looking proud. "YES! Let's GO!"

Mich tagged along behind her, since she had nothing better to do because she couldn't find Ms. Wong and stalk her. Fandi reluctantly followed them, half because she was amused and half because she wanted to make sure they didn't do anything stupid.

Meanwhile, the author stared at her computer screen, not believing what she just wrote.

Mich... actually talked.

RCII P3

Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 3

There was a long, awkward silence.

Andrea stared.

Nalini stared.

Yuedi stared.

Nicky stared.

Andrea opened her mouth, gaping, but quickly snapped it shut without saying anything. Yuedi looked somewhat evil, like that wrong mind of hers was planning something big. (The Voice was kind of pissed off by this; it was her job to make the characters suffer!)

Nicky stared.

Nalini coughed a little and shuffled her feet. "Um... er..." Her voice failed her as her vocal chords refused to get the words out. "Th-this is kinda awkward... but... um..."

Nicky stared.

"Will you... will... you..."

Nicky stared.

"Will..." Nalini took a deep breath.

"Will you show me where the nearest drinking fountain is?"

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"Is it just me, or is something different about Crosby in the alternate dimension?" Sandy commented lightly as they walked past the Music Room for the eighth time on their little walk around the school.

"Yeah, these hallways keep looping, for some reason. And some things don't seem to be where they should be. Hey, didn't we see this before?" Rachel asked, pointing to the now very Asian-looking portrait of Mozart on the wall.

Sandy nodded. "Who painted that again? Was it Andrew?"

"You mean you-have-no-life-Rachel-are-you-a-guy Andrew?"

"Yeah."

"Then yes, it was."

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Fandi did not like Sarah's company anymore. It certainly didn't help that she kept talking about a non-Canadian moose, whatever that was.

Something bright yellow flashed in front of them. Sarah responded to that in her usual way - by screaming so loudly that the windows in the Art Room, where they were standing at the moment, threatened to shatter.

Fandi considered throwing a shoe in her face.

The yellow thing sparked, electricity flying from the red circles on its cheeks. Fandi recognized the thing, having created the head of one in Art the year before (which kind of failed miserably, by the way).

"Pi... ka... CHUUUUUU!!"

How disappointing... the almighty Voice mused to herself. I was hoping they'd be like Team Rocket and blast off and go like, 'LOOKS LIKE TEAM ROCKET IS BLASTING OFF AGAINNNN!' when they got shocked by Pikachu's Thunderbolt... but instead, it seems like all they got was fried. Ooh, fried humans. Yum? I wonder what Sarah would taste like.

Meanwhile, Sarah was screaming about how her hair and her clothes were messed and spazzing at the Pikachu, who gave her a o__O look and backed away slowly. Sarah apparently wasn't aware of how scary she could be.

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Andrea, having skillfully escaped from the awkward moment in the hallway ("Errr, I gotta go pee, bye!") wandered determinedly down another hallway, scanning the area for any signs of Hibari Kyouya or Skye.

Then she saw him.

His silver hair seemed to shimmer, even under the awful fluorescent lights that the school for some reason still had, even in this alternate dimension. His eyes flashed at Andrea flirtingly, who didn't know whether to be happy or creeped out. (He unfortunately was still wearing that weird-looking leopard outfit.) But Andrea was not gaping at that. She was gaping at the person who suddenly ran up behind Skye and gave him a huge, crushing glomp-hug.

"SKYEEE!"

Andrea didn't know Angie could shriek like that.

Angie glared at Andrea. "Skye is MINE! MINEEE!!"

Andrea ran into a corner and sobbed depressingly at the loss of her dearest Skye. She produced a razor from her pocket and sliced her forearm with it, watching the blood drip slowly to the ground.

Well, no. That's not what she did. She went up to Angie and punched her in the face.

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Somewhere, in another part of the school, Richard walked cautiously. He had his hand over his pocket protectively. Nobody was going to steal his wallet this time... NOBODY.




Whew, that was a long one. 15 minutes left of class. Whee. :D

RCII P2

Randomosity Chronicles II - Part 2

Everyone screamed as they all fell through a dimensional hole onto the cold, tile floor of Ms. Wong's room, otherwise known as the Science Room, or room 204 of Crosby.

"Why is it that the author randomly decided to change the number 2 into two I's in the title?" Andrea wanted to know as the group materialized in front of her.

"Is that the first thing you say when people suddenly magically appear out of thin air??" Rachel practically yelled, flailing about and trying to keep her balance but kind of failing. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other, trying to untangle their various limbs from the mess.

"Yeah," Andrea responded casually.

"That was a rhetorical question... and anyway, it's because Van (in her real world form) smartly decided to refer to the new series as RCII instead of RC2. It made more sense that way, Rachel-from-the-real-world thought." Rachel shrugged in an I-don't-know-so-don't-ask-me kind of way before shoving someone's leg that was sticking out randomly from the pile. That leg happened to be Sarah's, who screamed very loudly and jerked it away, accidentally kicking her shoe into Angie's face. Angie removed the shoe from her face and glared at Sarah with her you-did-NOT-just-do-that expression. Rachel stifled a laugh.

"Again, the rest of our existences are being blissfully neglected," Van, having skillfully escaped the struggling mass of people on the floor, commented, crossing her arms impatiently.

Dude, chillax, I always remember that you guys exist. Eventually.

Van sweatdropped. "Why are you saying that in such an annoyingly cheerful tone of voice..."

Becauseeee, the almighty Voice whined, it's fun to piss you guys off like this. Now, I need a plot, so just stand by while I think of something evil to do to you people. Bee-are-bee.

The group immediately groaned when the ever-so-annoying Jeopardy theme began playing. (Well, everyone except for Mich, whose ever-present :] face was still there.)

"Wait, Rachel, didn't you promise me and Angie that we'd get to stalk Skye in this version of the story?" Andrea said suddenly. "I WANNA STALK SKYE! NOW! NOW NOW NOW!" she added in a spoiled only-child Nalini-ish kind of tone.

"Don't ask me about the details, ask my alter ego in the real world," Rachel supplied helpfully.

"WHERE ARE YOU, RACHEL'S ALTER EGO??" Andrea yelled to the heavens (well, actually, she sort of yelled at the ceiling, since they were indoors).

Ah, fine. You guys can find Skye and Pokemon and Harvest Moon and Hibari Kyouya and other random shit around the school. And people. AHA. THERE ARE PEOPLE HERE!! Yes. Because I magically made them appear. People like the 9'ers, or the teachers-"

Mich immediately bolted out the door.

"Who's willing to bet that she's off looking for Ms. Wong...?" Fandi said. Everyone sweatdropped.

Anyway, the Voice continued, once you meet everybody, I'll... think of something to do next. Hehe. Have fun.

At this point, Andrea also bolted out the door. "I must find Hibari!" she yelled determinedly. "And Skye! But Hibari first! Even though he'll probably bite me to death once he sees me! Who cares!"

Angie also ran out, shouting something about Harvest Moon over her shoulder. Sandy and Rachel went together through the other (newly-fixed and less screwed-up) door to look for a Pikachu and/or Lugia and an Eeveelution/Richard respectively (being the Pokemon-and-ex-boyfriend-in-the-case-of-the-latter freaks they are). Van, Fandi and Sarah just wandered off in different directions, not knowing or caring who or what they bump into.

And thus, their adventure in Crosby began.




Next chapter, how the group dealt with the not-so-little problems they ran into while exploring Crosby in the alternate dimension. STAY TUNED! -insert dramatic music here-

Whoops, mah bad. (RC2 P1)

100th post! Whee! :D

Er-hem. Anyway, I really don't have anything special to say anyway. o__O Also, I apologize for neglecting my blog for so long, but I was either a) stupidly busy with school and homework and projects and tests and shit, or b) too much of a lazyass to actually update.

So yeshh.


Randomosity Chronicles 2 - Part 1
"Well this sucks."

The small group of people critically surveyed their surroundings. They saw... black. And more black. And even more black. (And an occasional floating blob. But that's beside the point.)

"This kinda pisses me off, actually," Rachel commented lightly, cocking her head at an odd angle.

"YOU kinda piss me off," Sarah retaliated in a Michael-ish tone. Then she covered her mouth. "Err... MAH BAD."

Everyone laughed.

"But really, where the hell are we?" Angie asked, attempting to poke a ghostly blob that was floating nearby.

"Oi, don't touch," Sandy snapped. "It might be dangerous."

"Sandy, I swear you've been reading too much Harry Potter and other fantasy crap. You're turning kinda paranoid," Rachel sighed, shaking her head.

"Well, she's got a point though," Angie said, withdrawing her hand. "I mean, what if something randomly attacks us or something? You never know what that insane author will do to us..."

"Don't give her any ideas," Fandi warned. Beside her, Mich nodded. Rachel briefly wondered if Mich was going to have any speaking parts at all in this weird story thing, or if the author was just going to leave her as a silent protagonist-ish person thingy. Rachel then realized that the author is essentially herself, but... in a different dimension, if you will. The Rachel in the real world made a face as she typed out her alternate form's thought process (which incidentally was no smarter than her real world thought processes.)

Meanwhile, the alternate forms of the other people were standing there like idiots while the author blissfully neglected their existence.

"Why do I get the feeling that our existences are being blissfully neglected...?" Van asked with a ._. face.

Shut up Van. Stop being psychic, a magical voice came out of nowhere in particular. Everyone jumped, prepared for any insane danger or situation that they may land in.

Suddenly, the dark, shadowy blobs around them began to transform into... wheels. Hundreds of spinning, ghostly wheels floated around them (which kinda creeped them out).

Hehe, being God in this place is fun, the voice laughed. Anyway, I created wheels because I keep thinking I totally azn-phailed the science test today... but that's not the point right now. The point is that you guys... are about to go on an exciting but dangerous journey.

"Cliché," Sandy muttered.

Shut up. Anyway, I will now be sending you to the magical world of Crosby, which exists in another dimension.

"Tsubasa, much?" Van commented. "Are you like, Yuuko or something?"

Wrong. But thanks, Yuuko's awesome. Except for the fact that she's always drunk. Therefore, she is awesome but not really. Hehe.

"Cut to the point," Angie requested.

Err. Yes. Uhm. The point. The point is... have fun? Hehe. Bye.

There was a flash of light, and the group found themselves hurtling through a long tunnel, crossing the boundaries of space, and beginning a journey that spans time and darkness, as well as several chapters and much of the author's time that she could be using for something more productive such as studying for a math test that is sort of tomorrow and that she is sort of extremely screwed for.



Yeah. You can kinda tell that I still like Explorers of Time&Darkness. Hehe. :D

February's blogging goal - Post chapters of RC2 and don't ditch it. :]