Wyvern Posted June 28, 2005 Report Posted June 28, 2005 The Portrait of Zool hangs still on his wall in the Cabaret Room, focussing his attention on the opposite wall in all of its blank glory. Grimmael pokes at Zool's frame with a semi-clean tissue, wiping off what appear to be ink hoof-prints and occasionally scratching for lice. "Hey, hey!" cries Zool as Grimmael touches his portrait with the tissue. "Careful with that thing, you mix the shades and I might have to draw a whole new wardrobe." Grimmael nods with a tilt, then turns as the door to the Cabaret Room slowly creaks opens. Wyvern creeps into the room and strikes a toothy grin upon spotting Zool's portrait. The lizard keeps something hidden behind his back as he approaches Zool with long, almost dragonic strides. "What do you want?" Zool gazes at Wyvern skeptically. "Grimmael, is that a gourmet dumpster?" Wyvern points, causing Grimmael to turn. The lizard quickly tosses a white sheet over Zool's Portrait. "Hey! What th-" Zool remains in darkness as loud disco music begins filling the Cabaret Room. From the bottom of the sheet, he notices hues of rainbow coloured lights. After a long moment of waiting, the sheet is pulled off of his frame in a flash of light. Zool's eyes widen at the sight before him. Disco lights, tacky museum custodians dancing with platform shoes, and three portraits on the opposite wall covered with white sheets. "Greetings Zool!" shouts a museum clerk into a defective Almost Dragonic Brand Microphone. "And welcome to 'Paint Ain't Quaint,' a reality dating show to celebrate a certain painting's birthday." "Say what?!" Zool raises a brow, lost somewhere between confusion and inaudibility. "Which will it be, Zool?" The museum clerk turns to the first covered painting. "Is it our first painting, that elegent beauty amongst beauties, Leonardo DaVinci's very own... Mona Lisa?" The first white sheet is unveiled to reveal the famous portrait of Mona Lisa. Her ever-watchful stare falters for a moment as she winks at Zool. "Or will it be our second painting? That ravishing temptress, that sing-sung sex icon, Andy Warhol's very own... Marilyn Monroe?" The second portrait is unveiled, revealing a colorful portrait of Marilyn Monroe. Her version of "Happy Birthday" begins cuing up in the background. "Or is it our third contestent? That, errr, simple and charming gal, so easy on the eyes, Wyvern Q AlmostDragon's very own... Stick Figure Queen?" The white sheet is removed, revealing an extremely simple stick figure drawing. The phrase "sory, this won came cheep" is scrawled underneath it. Zool grunts to himself. "Now that's what I call flat." ;-p OOC: Happy Birthday, Zool! Try n hide it all you want... ;-)
Sweetcherrie Posted June 28, 2005 Report Posted June 28, 2005 (edited) The lights and music had pulled Sweet to the Conservatory Room, and she had slipped inside. The girl had watched the painting show, and if it had been up to her she would definitely have chosen the girl with all the funny colours. She now cautiously inched forward, until she was standing in front of the painting. “Hiya,” she smiled, “you remember me? I was the one that made the frog potion that turned you into a frog.” The girl didn’t wait for an answer, but continued tirelessly. “I know now what went wrong, I had obviously used the wrong herbs,” the word ‘obviously’ was said on a tone as if she herself couldn’t even believe that she’d done it wrong. “But I now know how to make proper potions, and---oooooh, you know what, wait here. I’ll go and get my magical pens.” Sweet ran out the room as fast as her legs could carry her. “Wait here?” Zool started mumbling now the girl was gone, and he finally had the possibility to talk in between her talking, “Where would I be going elsewhere? What does she think I-“ “Taddaaaa!!” Sweet had come back without him even noticing, and now stood, waving and shouting, in front of him. Zool cringed, slightly surprised that such a tiny human could make this much noise, but then looked at what she was waving in front of him. “See? These are my magical pens, and if you shuffle over a bit I’ll draw you a birthday cake and some candles to go with it.” She looked around for a chair to stand on so she could reach, and meanwhile Zool started protesting. “You know I don’t think that candles might be such a good idea..” Sweet, who was now dragging a chair in the direction of the portrait looked up. “No candles? but on a birthday cake there are supposed to be candles…but, ok, if you’re sure I’ll draw one without candles.” Zool gave a sigh of relief, and shovelled to the side to let the girl draw her birthday cake. After a while even he had to admit that it did look delicious, and that the cherries on the top of the cream looked very real. Sweet was working with the tip of her tongue sticking out, and was almost finished when she hesitated for a moment. “You know, it’s missing something. I promise this won’t hurt a bit,” She started giggling, and stuck her hand in her pocket. Hearing the words “hurt a bit” in combination with “promise” coming from Sweet’s mouth, Zool was starting to feel worried, and nervously watched her moves. Finally Sweet had found what she was looking for. With one fluent movement she pulled the stamp from her pocket, and stamped a big ACCEPTED next to the birthday cake. Sweet jumped of the chair and nodded, satisfied with her latest artwork. OOC: Happy Birthday Oh, and don't worry..Sweetcherrie has figure out by now that Sweet is playing with Wyvern's stamp, and out of precausion she has switched the original ink for self-disappearing ink....just to prevent herself from REALLY doing harm... Edited June 28, 2005 by Sweetcherrie
The Portrait of Zool Posted June 28, 2005 Report Posted June 28, 2005 (edited) Zool blinked in surprise. His face clouded for a moment, and with a grumble of resignation he tore out the good-for-nothing anti-birthday-thread ward and threw it away. "Durned thing didn't work any better last year!" Breaking into a delightful grin Zool decided to go with the flow. "All right, if you want a show, what is with that disco music?" With a wave of his silver walking stick the thudding disco music was replaced with the live sounds of Cibo Matto and the Beastie Boys, and the Museum custodian MC was recostumed in sequined vest, New wave glasses and hairdo, and a sparkling smile. The hall was filled with an aggressive synth squeal that rose quickly to dissolve into a punchy rolling beat backed with a brassy space melody. The MC smiled at the spotlight and began to strut the stage, singing; (Sung (loosely) to the first verse of "Sci-fi Wasabi" by Cibo Matto) "Whass up Z? Wha-2-be? We're searchin' the Keep, which date to keep Sticks, or colors, or Master's winks We all know that love is a panacea is picture-perfect love a-waitin' for ya? or in the Cabaret room could it be doom? Is it a Wyvern scheme or just a bad dream? Your heart, is hung, your hands, are wrung You never had a chance, now you take a chance Go on and choose, (you lose!) to draw your fate Are your friends your enemies? Try to break out of inanity Ain't no analogy for individuality, break into insanity That's how you do it, you are your harmony Now choose her identity!" At that moment the music ended as the MC swung the Mic in Zool's direction and the spotlights all centered on the Portrait. All Zool could see beyond the glare of the lights, and the three paintings he was to choose from, was darkness. Then he heard someone in the audience drop a pin. A painted drop of sweat slowly swung down the curve of his nose and off the tip... ...and then Sweet showed up. The entire Cabaret was held in suspense as she introduced herself. Unable to get a word in edgewise, Zool acquiesced when food was mentioned. Delighted with the birthday cake, he cut a slice and found it delicious! Ahh, saved by the cake... at least for the moment! *edited for fun :woot: * Edited June 28, 2005 by The Portrait of Zool
Salinye Posted June 28, 2005 Report Posted June 28, 2005 Salinye waited until a lot of the going ons had died down a bit before finally approaching Zool. She was a bit unsure how she would be met after the little known incident of setting him on fire once upon a time....(long story) Smiling at the portrait she addressed him. "Happy Birthday, Zoolio. I'd give you a hug, but I'm pretty sure my arms won't fit around your frame. Well, unless you know some devious way of getting me into your painting." She paused as the joke settled upon her. "Hmmm, I wonder what sort of magical enchantments that would take..." She took a small notebook out and sat near his painting completely forgetting her reason for being there or the gift she had for him. She simply got lost in contemplation of how she could possibly accomplish this magical act. She glanced up at him from time to time between her pondering and furious note taking. A look of deep fascination had settled upon her face. OOC Happy Birthday, Zool! Let's hope Salinye doesn't cause too much harm this time around, eh? *grins mischieviously* ~Salinye
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