Ohh...Now there's a ride for those of you who have exhausted all the thrills available on conventional rollercoasters!

*Kittens fly in, lugging a giant, scuttler shaped pinata... until they see flying lizards. They then drop the Pinata as one, and start chasing terrified lizards... Wyvern dives, and catches the pinata. Barely.*

Wyvern: Ooof!

*Applause sounds from room*

*barges in carrying flyers*

Ladies and gentlemen... and everything else....

*starts handing out flyers*

get your brand new matazone straight jackets now!

they come in amazing colors!

and FYI ladies, Prismatic is the new Black.

Come one! Come all! place your order tomorrow!

Peace!

*runs out*

*Faerieryn arrives carrying large cat shaped Auntie Grumble's (patented) flying kitten swats*

"Fun for all the family!!! Anyone wanna have a go!"


*Hands round Auntie Grumble's famous Cat swats to everyone who wants one and then splats a flying kitten who happens to be gliding too close to the ground*

"Ha!! Got one!"

Got one thanks they make such a good fashion accessorie!

*net apears out of wardrobe to catch any falling kittens*

Prismatic??? hmm...does that come in shades of black or beetle back?

If it does I'll take two, one for now and one for best.

absolutely ladies!

and if you order today you'll not only receive your straight jacket but also your very own racecar driving monkey!

so order away!

*Kittens raid box of Kitten swatters, and begin defending themselves. But, because they're airborne, they manage to get in three swats for every one they receive, and begin chasing Faerieryn and other Kitten swatters around the room, laughing and giggling the whole time. Finally, Lilith sees the flying lizards heading out the door, flying toward the Matabar. Whistling, she gets the attention of the other kittens, who drop their swatters to chase after the fleeing lizards. In the confusion, a small group of hamsters, carrying a sonic screwdriver, begin creeping toward Cath's wardrobe...*

*wardrobe mutters and disapears*

Right I think a little order needs restoring, we can't have chao in here you know. The Tribe is the centre for organised chaos, NOT everday, common garden chaos.

So....

*confiscates all kitten swats and establishes a no fly zone around the beanbags and the cocktail*

I'm sorry but mixing unpredictable flying objects with hazardous, unpredictable substances in the seating area is now, due to a sudden burst of common sense, forbidden.

Ahh Speaker I believe I will take both colour ways of your marvellous strait jackets, however I shall take a rain check on the monkey if thats ok I doubt the scuttlers would be impressed. Thankyou anyway I await the delivery eagerly.

*settles down with copy of the burningman festival survival guide and starts taking notes...*

Ohh my!

*...after reading the first section decides to pour self a stiff and substantial measure of luminous cocktail before resuming reading*

*picks up phone*

hey, ill need two Prism Joes...

*sqwaking on phone*

absoutely, she didnt want it anyway...

*more sqwaking*

alright. ill see about it.

*muffles mic on phone*

uh Wyvern? the guy want to know what size you need.

*Wyvern mumbles something*

OK.

*unmuffles phone*

She said the norm.

*phone sqwaking*

Alright, bye.

Superb! Im sure the norm will do fine, I can always cinch it in a little more if needs be

*sits quietly on an oversized pillow, munching a cookie and petting a scuttler*

Eeeee........

Well thought I might as well scare the lot of you and announce that the next generation open to my warped sensibilities has arrived.

My niece arrived at 2pm this afternoon, weghing in at 7lb 3 oz and determined to wrap everyone around her little fingers. Good start that, I can tell this one is going to be impressive in a few years.

*Maverick comes running in, chasing a mouse, which makes straightaway for the beanbags. Maverick starts rooting among the cushions, grumbling to himself, the whole time. Meanwhile, the mouse has already run the Beanbag guantlet, and has run up the side of a cauldren containing bubbling purple stuff. Maverick, Ashbless, and Wyvern see the mouse, all at the same time, and all three make a beeline to the cauldrin, but stop short, as the mouse falls in*

Wyvern: This can't be good...
Maverick: Duck!

*All three find hiding places. Cauldren begins bubbling furiously, before exploding, with a loud bang...*

Ashbless: Well that wasn't TOO bad...

*Suddenly, hundreds of mice begin raining down from the ceiling...*

Ashbless: Well, it's still not so bad... we'll just have to set a few traps...

*Mice begin unfurling batlike wings, some taking off when they hit the floor, others spreading their wings in mid-fall, and gliding away. Finally, the last of the mice have stopped falling, but the air is still full of little grey bodies*

Ashbless: Okay, NOW it's bad...

Congratulations!

*Ashbless heads quickly to the Matabar as the mutant rodents are heading that way*

*Wyvern passes her a few kitten swats to use as rodent swats*



Congratulations Aunty Wyvern!
It's way fun. You do know Aunties are in charge of corrupting the little darlings by showing them all the cool things we can think of, don't you? I've two nephews myself so I know. *nods*

*Wyvern swats a flying mouse against a table top. The mouse disapears with an audible "pop", like a soap bubble, leaving a sticky spot on the table..."

Wyvern: Hmmmmm.

*pops head round door*

Ooh...

*presents Wyvern with very, very small, twitching, scuttler-shaped parcel*

For the baby! I know she'll LOVE it

*dashes off*

After careful debate with madam Cath I have decided to use my corrupting potential to its fullest extent as an Anti rather than and aunty.

Aww thankee kindly exceptional its good to see my partner in crime is still keeping her hand in the scuttler programme.
*carefully stores tiny scuttler parcel and pets black scuttler* we have some scheming to do old friend.

So Cute!
*scoops several mice into pocket and settles down to enjoy a baileys infused cookie*

Hey. don't forget to give the kids lots of noisy 'educational' toys... your sibling will adore you for it!

*Wyvern's half dozen flying mice arrive from the Bar*

*Flying kittens fly in looking for catnip.*

*Ashbless arrives, somewhat out of breath from chasing them, and palms catnip to Wyvern for the kitties.*

*Distracts scuttlers with cookies*

Hello. This is dropping by is getting to be a habit.

*Spangle bomb drops from high up, covering the lot in sparkly shineys.*

Flying Mouse #1 (Munching on an oatmeal cookie): I think we oughta have names. Everyone else here has names...

Flying Mouse #2 (Standing on tip toe to Dip chocolate chip cookie in short glass of milk): Sounds good to me. What name do you like?

Flying Mouse #1: I was thinking of calling myself Michael...

Flying Mouse #2: uhm... Michael Mouse? ...I don't think that's a good idea...

Flying Mouse #1: Why not?

Flying Mouse #2: people will want to call you "Mickey" for short, and THE MOUSE has ears, everywhere...

*Maverick creeps up on winged mice, who are busy chatting, and don't see him... Maverick slaps the flying mouse on the back with his right forepaw...*

Maverick: Tag! You're it!

*Maverick takes off, into the air!*

Mouse #1: Oooookay...

Mouse #2: well that was interesting... what kind of a nuthouse have we stumbled into, anyway?

Mouse #1: I don't know, but it's fun!

*Mouse #1 launches into the air*

Mouse #2: Well, if you can't beat 'em...

*Mouse 2 follows mouse 1...*

*walks in to nothingness*

wow... *echo*

there is nothing here....

HELLO!!

No one here but us flying mice... Uhm, I mean... Nope, no one here... We're certainly not eating the secret stash of cookies... Uhm, I mean... Meow?

*scoops mice out of the way and begins a much needed spring clean*

Well as Cath and I have a new Vic...ahem member to educate I thought it best that things are all shipshape for his arrival.
Mice make youselves useful and dust the lanterns...carefully! Scuttlers you lot are in charge of crumb duty. Now set too!

*wanders in*

Heyloo nothingness and mices...

*deposits heap of blanketness in the corner away from

*sort of moves the mice out the way*

*deposits heap of blanketness in the corner away from everything else*

Ah! So there's the cocktail.

*drinks some*

Blehwurbleboop.... Weeee....

*sets colourless scuttler on crumb duty*

*collapses*

Hmm...*tidies around blanket heap.*

Ok it may be awhile before he's mobile again I think.
*resumes tidying*

Blame the faeries...

er...

could i get some of that bubbly liquid bottled for a drink...

i swear that no one will be hurt...

<_<

>_>

or could you just look more closely at that heap of blankets for about 1 minute?

*Flying mice pick up tiny dusting rags, and set to work*

Flying Mouse: Hey, just keep those cookies coming, boss, and we'll do whatever you want!

*flying mice begin singing, "Whistle while you work"...*

well then...

that heap of blankets over there is full of cookies... but be stealthy about it, you mustn't disturb the evil monsterette...

ok...

*the mice slowly make their way over to the pile of blankets and disappear into them*

right then... where did I put that bottle... *feels around for the bottle*

oh right! *pulls bottle out from jacket pocket*

*uses dipper to carefully pour the bubbly liquid into the bottle*

ok... now to leave...

er... where is that door again?

*looks at a non-descript white room in which the walls ceiling and floor all look the same*

Flying mouse: Hey, there're no cookies in there! I'm going back to dusting...
Flying mouse 2: Yeah, Wyvern's good to us!
Flying mouse 3: SHE doesn't try to trick us!
All twenty flying Mice, together: Blegh! (Big wet bronx cheer)

I am, infact, a guy.

well you see, mice think the exact opposite way we do, a monsterette to them is actually a monster to us and a monster to them is a monsterette to us...

sorry, thought you knew that...

Flying Mouse #1: Well we finished up, Boss!

*Wyvern looks around, sees shiny, dustfree Tribe Wyvern, shrugs.*

Wyvern: a deal's a deal! Five cookies each, for a wonderful job!

All Flying Mice: Thanks, M'am!

Wyvern: And a bowl of mouse chow, because mice can't live by cookies alone...

Flying Mice: We can!

*materialises in mid air and falls to the ground*

"ooh I dropped in a little more literaly than I had intended"

*looks around, smooths the hair on a particularly disgruntled fairy light, pulls hand back from the inevitable bite*

"Hi all, Nice place, I bought you some amber triple toffee fudge mallow if anyones interested?"

*hand apears out of the wardrobe steals most amber triple toffee fudge mallow and disapears again*

*takes a cautious step towards the closet*

"Hello?"

I've been trying to find this place all night!!!

I need a cookie now, and a skinny latte, please!!!!

Surpose I should say welcome seeing as no one else is here. I'm the Anti Cath due to coerion thanks to them point generally towards rest of room. I tend to stay in here make it easier for a quick exit.



Help your self. Watch the puch it has interesting side effects.

I haven't been in here for ages, looks pretty much the same though.

I see the noobs have found the place alright.

Oooh hi Cheesemoose!!!

Hi AntiCath *waves*
Hi Cheesemouse *waves*
Hi Funky Fairy *waves*

Hi all *waves back*

It was the smell that brought us noobs here !!


*waves to everybody *

Still got all this duct tape stuck to me! How do you get it off?

That's for us to know and you to find out your lucky you didn't get blown up.... not that any one would do such a thing *noodles and wonders if the noob might be starting to figure out why she's the Anti Cath*

When does a n00b become an ex n00b.....anybody know??