| Tea and Crumpets |
[28 Nov 2007|12:58pm] |
Corbett’s phone sat on the coffee table, flipped open. And all the Watcher could do was stare.
A text message from Rhiannon, something that made Corbett’s blood run cold and sent a horrible shiver down his spine.
Elfleda de-throned. New Bride in town. ATIA. Research. Don’t engage,
One Bride of Leviathan was bad enough; Corbett remembered that much from the one time Elfleda decided to pay him a visit. He’d thrown up and slashed his wrists so much in an effort to rid himself of her corrupting influence, Corbett would’ve undoubtedly died were it not for the incredibly well-timed intervening from his Slayer.
But now there was another? One who apparently took the crown from Elfleda? That worried the Watcher most; that a being existed so powerful as to take control and power from one such as the Corruptress.
To Corbett, Elfleda was the worst being he’d ever been in the presence of. Desdemona was bad, but ultimately, she was just a vampire; fangs, sunlight allergy, an aversion to all things wood and Christian. But Elfleda? He still knew of no way to ultimately deal with her aside from never incurring her wrath in the first place.
And someone overtook her?
Corbett thumbed idly through one of his massive tomes, unsure what he was looking for. He had a name – Atia – and the assumption that she too was a Bride of Leviathan, but aside from that, he was momentarily in the dark. And considering how little he found on Elfleda – before she destroyed his research – Corbett wasn’t sure he’d have much more success this time around.
And what if Atia came by too? Decided to finish the things Elfleda couldn’t? The Watcher imagined the whole deal with the Defiler probably pissed off this Leviathan or whoever was pulling the strings in the background, and it would stand to reason the Big Bad would want retribution.
Was Atia that retribution? Corbett wasn’t so sure he wanted to find out.
Picking the phone up, Corbett pushed the Reply button before sending back:
“Hitting the books. Certainly not having Atia over for tea and crumpets.”
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| Voicemail for Rhiannon |
[28 Nov 2007|01:19pm] |
"Why do phones beep? Why don't they play... I dunno, the eighteen-twelve overture or something? Anyway, I'm letting you know I haven't disappeared. The Powers decided to dick me around again. Got me boning up on being a lawyer to help a Slayer stuck in jail who, when I showed up to argue for bail, had already made her escape. And if you think I'm gonna get into the middle of that. Fuck. Obviously they wanted me out of the way. No clue why.
"I'm running a search on Atia and whatever I find I'll let ya know. It's uh, it's almost December and I don't have plans for the actual day. Can you stomach my cooking?"
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| Pranks the Dead Play |
[28 Nov 2007|03:18pm] |
Captain’s Log,
You know what gets my goat? I’ll tell you.
It’s Rhonda the Waitress. You remember the one. She’s got the frizzy red hair and the pencil-chewing fetish and the penchant (I learned a new word!) for seducing truck drivers on their way through town. This one time, I heard a rumor that she takes ‘em to a room at the K motel to do the deed. Ha! Like that’s any more private than her trailer! You can see the parking lot from everywhere. Probably even space.
So. The same week I escaped the mortal coil, Verlie held a big Pie Night in my honor. Everything was on the house. A bunch of old ladies from the Casserole Brigade and Bingo Night helped her bake the pies (which was really touching after the way I completely schooled them every Tuesday night at the Community Center).
Well, during the event, I lurked… I couldn’t help it! I didn’t have a real funeral, so this was the best opportunity I was gonna get to see who showed up, so I’d know whose trailer I could cross off my list of hauntings.
Anyway, there I was, taking inventory of the pies and wishing like crazy I could eat one, when Rhonda crept into the kitchen like some kind of Bond girl reject and stuck her fat finger one of my memoriam pies. Then, when Verlie couldn’t serve it, the cow saved the day by volunteering to take it home and eat the whole thing herself.
It was even a pecan one.
Lately I’ve been pondering whether or not it’s breaking any big-time rules to pull a poltergeist on her. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t be doing the ‘geisting myself… More like commissioning one to take a mini-vacation in Rhonda’s trailer.
I’ve already spent all my pranking ideas. I short-sheeted her bed. I put some plastic wrap under her toilet seat. I used her toothbrush to address a certain itch that I pretended to have.
All of this (mainly the first two parts) lends to her suspicion that she’s going insane. I’d like to take it up a notch. Do you think poltergeist is going too far?
I await any insights.
This is Hannah, signing off.
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| Bikers, Bikers Everywhere |
[28 Nov 2007|05:49pm] |
Las Vegas BikeFest
THIS WEEKEND!
Get it all at the annual Motorcycle rally, sponsored by Harley-Davidson Motorcycles, Hooters, and Miller Light!
Events:
**THURSDAY**
WET T-SHIRT & BIKINI BIKE NIGHT
Seamless Gentleman's Club 7:00PM
HARLEY-DAVIDSON DEMO RIDES
Las Vegas Harley-Davidson Store 6:00PM - 8:00PM
**FRIDAY**
POKER RUN
Golden Nugget Hotel 8:00AM - 9:00PM
BIKINI CONTEST
Golden Nugget Hotel 9:00PM - 11:00PM
MR. LAS VEGAS BIKEFEST
Cashman Center Theater 7:00PM - 9:00PM
ARTISTRY IN IRON, MASTER BUILDERS' CHAMPIONSHIP
Golden Nugget Hotel 7:00PM - 9:00PM
**SATURDAY**
$100,000 POKER RUN
Golden Nugget Hotel 8:00AM - 9:00PM
WORLD'S STRONGEST BIKER
Ego Tripp Wheels & Accessories 11:00AM - 12:00PM
HOT BIKE BIKINI BIKE WASH
Ice House 12:00PM - Sunset
MISS LAS VEGAS BIKEFEST
8:00PM - 9:00PM
**SUNDAY**
LAS VEGAS BIKEFEST TEXAS HOLD 'EM TOURNAMENT PLAYED AT BINIONS
World Famous Binions Poker Room 4:00PM
ARM WRESTLING COMPETITION
Cashman Theater 3:30PM - 5:00PM
Accomodations:
Golden Nugget
Arizona Charlies
Binions
Circus Circus
Four Queens
Super 8
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| Delivered to Her Hotel |
[28 Nov 2007|06:21pm] |
Dear Victoria,
Please insert an image of me crawling around on hands and knees, begging for your forgiveness. If it helps, I could wear a gold bikini.
What sparked this most recent bout of melodramatic show-boating?
Your club got thrashed and I didn’t call!
You know that I can relate on this topic!
Here’s hoping the undead have more creative ways of making money than working in a spa called Rouge., post riches. If you ever need your legs waxed, you know where to find me.
Wait. Do vampires have to shave?
If not, sign me up!
Love,
STAR
PS- What's new?
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