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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:18 pm
Part 9After La Veli and Mocha were left out of the hospital, they and the two lovers were invitde to be guests on the show: "De Bois LIVE". The show could be interpreted as a mixture of high class and smut in the same sentence.
Arriving on the set, Mocha was immediately overcome with a sense of stagefright, walking closely behind La Veli, hiding behind her from the audience. The hostess, Pheobe De Bois, motioned them to the fours chairs that were on the stage before taking her seat.*theme music plays*To the camera: Hello, and welcome to today's episode, "Transvestites who date inbred rejects from Deliverance"!
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:24 pm
To Pheobe: Wtf? I'm not a transvestite who dates inbred rejects from deliverance! Who do you think I am? D:
*glares at the hostess*
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:28 pm
*looks at her shownotes*
To La Veli: Oops, I'm terribly sorry!
*clears her throat*
To the camera: Ahem. Today we have a very special edition of "De Bois LIVE". There's no doubt that you have heard of the happenings going on at the Renaissance Charity Guild the past two months. Well, four of those involved are here today! I'd like you all to put your hands together for La Veli, Mocha, Rosalind, and Orlando!
Cheers from the audience.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:30 pm
To Pheobe: I'm happy to be here, as I am sure everyone else is.
*smiles at the camera*
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:32 pm
To Rosalind: Speak for yourself ;_; I have terrible stagefright.
*scoots the chair slightly behind a potted plant on the set*
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:34 pm
To Mocha: You plant loving freak!
*slides down in her chair while eyeing the audience*
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:36 pm
*clears her throat*
Out loud: Ah yes, now where were we. Oh, here we are. The first question is for Mocha.
*looks at the teleprompter*
To Mocha: How did all of this start out?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:38 pm
To Pheobe: O.O Well... I... Uh... I think I'll... have to let Veli take... uh... care of that question. Veli?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:46 pm
To Pheobe: Well, I guess it all started when Rosalind and Orlando fell in love. Rochester found out and sorta threatened her with his letters. They had to hide for awhile so they stayed at the guild. Rochester thinks that the guild is his and not Mocha's. The End.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:49 pm
To La Veli: Oh, I see.
Out loud: Next question. Why did Rochester only seem to attack the four of you?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:50 pm
To Pheobe: We're the main characters, lady. Or hadn't you heard?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:52 pm
To the camera: Uhhh... anyway.
*straightens her skirt*
Now, next question. What caused the destruction of a good part of the guild?
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:54 pm
To Pheobe: Seeing as Mocha knows more than any of us, why don't we let him answer that for you.
*looks at Mocha behind the plant*
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 12:56 pm
*coughs as she moves her hand quickly to push Mocha out from behind the plant*
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2005 1:03 pm
*turns and faces Pheobe, keeping his gaze away from the audience*
To Pheobe: Well, you see. Early on Rochester had approached me, saying that there were multiple amounts of explosives hooked up throughout the guild. He then made me do some things to help him persuade Rosalind to leave Orlando. Well, after a few attacks on his part, he invited the four of us to a dinner in the parlor.
Well, after some chitchat, he sliced through the rope that held the chandelier and it came crashing down through the table. Well, the fire spread as he fought against us until the entire room was engulfed in flames. We all crammed into the fireplace to try to escape from the falmes, ironic isn't it? Well he held up some sort of device and detonated the bombs, causing cracks up the back of the fireplace, which we escaped through out into the main hall. We then ran outside, escaping the blast.
*gasps for air, as he didn't breathe the entire time he spoke*
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