Post by J. T./Jessica on Oct 18, 2006 16:24:55 GMT -5
“When darkness falls and things slow down, the barrier between the worlds starts to fade in a place where it’s already weak. Fantasy becomes reality, reality becomes fantasy, and there are those caught in the middle…
It was the end of the Second Age of MSTing, and among those who took part in MSTing were two crews, one captained by Amanda Vegita Hashiba-Curtindolph, the other by Jay Magnus.”
Out of nowhere, a human with dragon’s wings pops up, “That’s me!”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“You stopped writing my MSTs, where do you think I was? Interdimensional bar-hopping with the Apeface!”
Vegita, Prince of the Saya-Jins, groaned in the background, “You just had to mention me, didn’t you, you dumb dragon?”
“Vegi!” A petite girl with long blonde hair shouted, running up, “Where the hell have you been? In the last year you’ve been around FIVE minutes! We’re going to have a LONG talk!”
“Run?”
“Yep,” Jay answered Vegita as they both started flying towards the nearest way out.
The person who had been speaking originally shook his dark-haired head and pushed his glasses back up on his nose, “Do you all mind? I’m trying to do an introduction here.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, just be quiet.”
“Sorry.”
“Ahem, as I was saying… It was the end of the Second Age of MSTing, and with it came the beginning of the Third Age, in which the origin of MSTing was lost, creative commentary gave way to stolen jokes, smart remarks were replaced by insults, and many MST authors from the First and Second Ages left the hobby they loved in disgust.
Two of those authors, J.T. Magnus and Angewoman, also known as Amanda, happened to be from the same city, and came to work at the same movie store. What they didn’t know at first was that the store was located at a Reality Nexus, a place where all the universes come together.
It was not long before these two had bribed, blackmailed, invited and threatened some of their favorite characters from different universes into joining them in an attempt at reviving the lost art of MSTing…
These are the stories of those MSTs…
How’d I do?”
Amanda nodded, “Pompous, arrogant and egotistical, just like Charles or Zordon.”
“Great,” J.T. responded, “That’s what I was trying for. We ready?”
“Let’s see… You, me, the other three, drinks, snacks… remote?”
“Here ya go,” J.T. said, handing it over.
“And most importantly - fic?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely got that!”
“Then let’s roll call!”
J.T. shook his head, “You’re acting like Yolanda on cookies, how much sugar have you had lately?”
“Roll call!”
“Here roll. Come here roll. Nice roll, come to daddy,” J.T. smirked.
“’Sit, boy!’” Amanda scowled.
“You’re not Kagome and I’m not Inu-Yasha, that doesn’t work.”
**==
Disclaimer: Do we own anything? Uh, ourselves, that’s about all. We don’t own the characters we’re using for this MST or the fic being MSTed.
MG MSTs #1
“Power Rangers - Ruining Trini’s Week”
By Angewoman and J.T. Magnus, “Turbo”
**==
Roll Call:
(Joining J.T. and Amanda are, Lance Alvers from J.T.’s X-Men: Evolution stories, Kurama from Amanda’s ‘A Father’s’ series of crossovers, and Dr. Tommy Oliver from Power Rangers: DinoThunder.)
J.T.: “Cleveland Rocks! Cleveland Rocks! Cleveland Rocks!”
Amanda: I’m going to KILL you, J.T.
Lance: I can’t believe I let Tommy and Kurt talk me into this.
Kurama: Actually, I think this will be fun.
Dr. O: Fun? You call being locked in a building with a pair of rabid fans obsessed with me getting back together with the girl who dumped me ‘Fun’?
J.T.: I could do worse, trust me.
Amanda: Quiet, I wanna get through this before closing.
(Hits the play button and starts the fic.)
Dr. O: How are we reading a story on the DVD player, anyway?
J.T.(Hits Tommy with a 12in Green Power Ranger figure): This is a Reality Nexus, it doesn’t have to make sense.
Ruining Trini's Week
Dr. O(Glares): I thought you said we weren’t going to DO any Power Rangers stories at first?
Amanda and J.T.(Shrug): We lied.
Kurama: Are we sure you two aren’t related?
By: ScarletDeva
Author's Note: Well this just came to me while I was planning the rest of Pink Shade of Fear. Rach says that I wrote Trini very much like myself, but since this is a Humor fic, I simply don't care. Hope you enjoy it. Oh and it's probably a little off as far as the PR timeline goes.
Disclaimer: Well if I owned them, don't you think they'd be a whole lot happier? Hmm?
J.T.: Hayley wouldn’t be there, it’d be a different brunette.
Lance: Are you on that “Hayley was supposed to be Kimberly” kick again?
Amanda: Again? Try still!
Rating: R
Dedicated to: Jen, who encouraged, supported and beta-ed. Iz, who listened and melted. LOL.
Websites where my work can be found: groups.yahoo.com/group/PowerRangersImaginationUnleashed www.geocities.com/starlight379
Translations: mio carino (Italian) - my (little) darling mon cher (French) - my dear lubimiy (Russian) - lover
J.T.(Scribbling on a piece of paper): Slow down, I’m taking notes here!
Amanda: I hate you.
J.T.: I’m so glad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day 1: Saturday
So there I was, with Jason's lips traveling down my bare back, a simple massage that had turned into so much more. Not for the first time admittedly. I moaned contentedly and reached with one hand to grasp his thigh, his hair roughened skin so familiar under my fingers. And that's when it happened. Yep, the phone rang. We haven't had a moment to ourselves in a week and now someone was intruding. Damn it.
J.T.: I feel your pain, I really feel your pain, (Glares at the other lead MSTer) and if Amanda ever does that again, SHE’ll feel the pain.
Amanda: I said I was sorry!
Jason reached the phone and guess who it was.
Dr. O: Someone else, come on, someone else…
Tommy.
Dr. O: Dammit!
Don't get me wrong. I love the guy like a brother but at that moment I wanted to wring his neck like a piece of Play Doh.
Amanda: And Zack will eat it!
Kurama: He’s a cannibal?
Amanda: NO! He… Well… (Pulls out a printed copy of “Of Love And Bunnies) Here, read this, then you’ll understand.
I rolled over and caught my lover's eyes with mine, noting his dismay. He hung up the phone and frowned. Well that was that for getting any relief for my sexual frustrations.
"What happened, mio carino?" I asked, partly in Italian, a new, Peace Conference induced habit.
"Kimberly dumped Tommy in a letter," he replied looking bewildered.
(At this point, Tommy begins gnashing his teeth and growling.)
Great. Just what I needed. Two of my dearest friends in a crisis. There went my sex life. Oh I swear, I'll teach them to ruin my quality time with Jason.
"Gimme that phone," I ordered, "I'm gonna rip Kim a new asshole." He obeyed, knowing that an unsatisfied me is a bad, bad me to cross.
J.T.: Hear, Hear!
Amanda: Shut up.
So I called my bestest girl friend in the universe. And boy did that call make me want to bang my head against the wall.
J.T.: I actually have a sign on my wall that has a bull’s-eye and says “Bang head here.”
"So Kim, what happened?" I asked the girl who I swear is an undercover blonde sometimes.
"I love him so much," she whimpered, "that I can't live like this. I can't wait for him to call. I can't. I really can't." And then the little fool started to cry. I groaned.
"Then maybe you should go back to Angel Grove," I suggested.
"I can't," she cried out, "I have no place there. They were so supportive when I left and I'd be letting them all down." God I wanted to smack her. Maybe breaking her leg would have done, so that she'd have to quit and go home with a good excuse.
"No, you'd just be re-prioritizing," I replied. "And tell me this, don't you regret sending the boy that letter?" And if she had told me no, I'd have ripped her head off. Luckily she retained some sanity.
"Ye-es," she agreed. And there I was, contemplating the best way to beat some reality into her head. Breathe, Trini, breathe.
"Ok missy," I growled, "you are going to think about what you've done and think well. And tomorrow morning you will call me again and tell me what you've come up with."
"Ok." And that was it. Mind you, I figured she'd call at a decent time to inform me that she's been an idiot and now all is better. I have never been more wrong in my life.
Either way, now I figured I could just entice Jason into some fun. Right? Wrong. He got up and was getting dressed.
"We have to go tell Zack." I sighed. What else was there to say?
Kurama: How about ‘Take me, you wicked savage’?
~*~
(MST is IN PROGRESS, even "Day one: Saturday" isn't really finished yet...)
It was the end of the Second Age of MSTing, and among those who took part in MSTing were two crews, one captained by Amanda Vegita Hashiba-Curtindolph, the other by Jay Magnus.”
Out of nowhere, a human with dragon’s wings pops up, “That’s me!”
“Where the hell have you been?”
“You stopped writing my MSTs, where do you think I was? Interdimensional bar-hopping with the Apeface!”
Vegita, Prince of the Saya-Jins, groaned in the background, “You just had to mention me, didn’t you, you dumb dragon?”
“Vegi!” A petite girl with long blonde hair shouted, running up, “Where the hell have you been? In the last year you’ve been around FIVE minutes! We’re going to have a LONG talk!”
“Run?”
“Yep,” Jay answered Vegita as they both started flying towards the nearest way out.
The person who had been speaking originally shook his dark-haired head and pushed his glasses back up on his nose, “Do you all mind? I’m trying to do an introduction here.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, just be quiet.”
“Sorry.”
“Ahem, as I was saying… It was the end of the Second Age of MSTing, and with it came the beginning of the Third Age, in which the origin of MSTing was lost, creative commentary gave way to stolen jokes, smart remarks were replaced by insults, and many MST authors from the First and Second Ages left the hobby they loved in disgust.
Two of those authors, J.T. Magnus and Angewoman, also known as Amanda, happened to be from the same city, and came to work at the same movie store. What they didn’t know at first was that the store was located at a Reality Nexus, a place where all the universes come together.
It was not long before these two had bribed, blackmailed, invited and threatened some of their favorite characters from different universes into joining them in an attempt at reviving the lost art of MSTing…
These are the stories of those MSTs…
How’d I do?”
Amanda nodded, “Pompous, arrogant and egotistical, just like Charles or Zordon.”
“Great,” J.T. responded, “That’s what I was trying for. We ready?”
“Let’s see… You, me, the other three, drinks, snacks… remote?”
“Here ya go,” J.T. said, handing it over.
“And most importantly - fic?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely got that!”
“Then let’s roll call!”
J.T. shook his head, “You’re acting like Yolanda on cookies, how much sugar have you had lately?”
“Roll call!”
“Here roll. Come here roll. Nice roll, come to daddy,” J.T. smirked.
“’Sit, boy!’” Amanda scowled.
“You’re not Kagome and I’m not Inu-Yasha, that doesn’t work.”
**==
Disclaimer: Do we own anything? Uh, ourselves, that’s about all. We don’t own the characters we’re using for this MST or the fic being MSTed.
MG MSTs #1
“Power Rangers - Ruining Trini’s Week”
By Angewoman and J.T. Magnus, “Turbo”
**==
Roll Call:
(Joining J.T. and Amanda are, Lance Alvers from J.T.’s X-Men: Evolution stories, Kurama from Amanda’s ‘A Father’s’ series of crossovers, and Dr. Tommy Oliver from Power Rangers: DinoThunder.)
J.T.: “Cleveland Rocks! Cleveland Rocks! Cleveland Rocks!”
Amanda: I’m going to KILL you, J.T.
Lance: I can’t believe I let Tommy and Kurt talk me into this.
Kurama: Actually, I think this will be fun.
Dr. O: Fun? You call being locked in a building with a pair of rabid fans obsessed with me getting back together with the girl who dumped me ‘Fun’?
J.T.: I could do worse, trust me.
Amanda: Quiet, I wanna get through this before closing.
(Hits the play button and starts the fic.)
Dr. O: How are we reading a story on the DVD player, anyway?
J.T.(Hits Tommy with a 12in Green Power Ranger figure): This is a Reality Nexus, it doesn’t have to make sense.
Ruining Trini's Week
Dr. O(Glares): I thought you said we weren’t going to DO any Power Rangers stories at first?
Amanda and J.T.(Shrug): We lied.
Kurama: Are we sure you two aren’t related?
By: ScarletDeva
Author's Note: Well this just came to me while I was planning the rest of Pink Shade of Fear. Rach says that I wrote Trini very much like myself, but since this is a Humor fic, I simply don't care. Hope you enjoy it. Oh and it's probably a little off as far as the PR timeline goes.
Disclaimer: Well if I owned them, don't you think they'd be a whole lot happier? Hmm?
J.T.: Hayley wouldn’t be there, it’d be a different brunette.
Lance: Are you on that “Hayley was supposed to be Kimberly” kick again?
Amanda: Again? Try still!
Rating: R
Dedicated to: Jen, who encouraged, supported and beta-ed. Iz, who listened and melted. LOL.
Websites where my work can be found: groups.yahoo.com/group/PowerRangersImaginationUnleashed www.geocities.com/starlight379
Translations: mio carino (Italian) - my (little) darling mon cher (French) - my dear lubimiy (Russian) - lover
J.T.(Scribbling on a piece of paper): Slow down, I’m taking notes here!
Amanda: I hate you.
J.T.: I’m so glad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Day 1: Saturday
So there I was, with Jason's lips traveling down my bare back, a simple massage that had turned into so much more. Not for the first time admittedly. I moaned contentedly and reached with one hand to grasp his thigh, his hair roughened skin so familiar under my fingers. And that's when it happened. Yep, the phone rang. We haven't had a moment to ourselves in a week and now someone was intruding. Damn it.
J.T.: I feel your pain, I really feel your pain, (Glares at the other lead MSTer) and if Amanda ever does that again, SHE’ll feel the pain.
Amanda: I said I was sorry!
Jason reached the phone and guess who it was.
Dr. O: Someone else, come on, someone else…
Tommy.
Dr. O: Dammit!
Don't get me wrong. I love the guy like a brother but at that moment I wanted to wring his neck like a piece of Play Doh.
Amanda: And Zack will eat it!
Kurama: He’s a cannibal?
Amanda: NO! He… Well… (Pulls out a printed copy of “Of Love And Bunnies) Here, read this, then you’ll understand.
I rolled over and caught my lover's eyes with mine, noting his dismay. He hung up the phone and frowned. Well that was that for getting any relief for my sexual frustrations.
"What happened, mio carino?" I asked, partly in Italian, a new, Peace Conference induced habit.
"Kimberly dumped Tommy in a letter," he replied looking bewildered.
(At this point, Tommy begins gnashing his teeth and growling.)
Great. Just what I needed. Two of my dearest friends in a crisis. There went my sex life. Oh I swear, I'll teach them to ruin my quality time with Jason.
"Gimme that phone," I ordered, "I'm gonna rip Kim a new asshole." He obeyed, knowing that an unsatisfied me is a bad, bad me to cross.
J.T.: Hear, Hear!
Amanda: Shut up.
So I called my bestest girl friend in the universe. And boy did that call make me want to bang my head against the wall.
J.T.: I actually have a sign on my wall that has a bull’s-eye and says “Bang head here.”
"So Kim, what happened?" I asked the girl who I swear is an undercover blonde sometimes.
"I love him so much," she whimpered, "that I can't live like this. I can't wait for him to call. I can't. I really can't." And then the little fool started to cry. I groaned.
"Then maybe you should go back to Angel Grove," I suggested.
"I can't," she cried out, "I have no place there. They were so supportive when I left and I'd be letting them all down." God I wanted to smack her. Maybe breaking her leg would have done, so that she'd have to quit and go home with a good excuse.
"No, you'd just be re-prioritizing," I replied. "And tell me this, don't you regret sending the boy that letter?" And if she had told me no, I'd have ripped her head off. Luckily she retained some sanity.
"Ye-es," she agreed. And there I was, contemplating the best way to beat some reality into her head. Breathe, Trini, breathe.
"Ok missy," I growled, "you are going to think about what you've done and think well. And tomorrow morning you will call me again and tell me what you've come up with."
"Ok." And that was it. Mind you, I figured she'd call at a decent time to inform me that she's been an idiot and now all is better. I have never been more wrong in my life.
Either way, now I figured I could just entice Jason into some fun. Right? Wrong. He got up and was getting dressed.
"We have to go tell Zack." I sighed. What else was there to say?
Kurama: How about ‘Take me, you wicked savage’?
~*~
(MST is IN PROGRESS, even "Day one: Saturday" isn't really finished yet...)
I just caught that! (Riotus laughter) Hey, Hiei! Does Kurama usually talk like that?
Really?