Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 2: Shuck Hollow]
08-01-2011, 08:22 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
A statuesque, homely woman bustled around a large kitchen. Her name was Mary, but everyone just called her Mom. She didn't mind - in fact, she insisted on it. She'd always wanted kids of her own, but after two stillborns and a miscarriage, she had tearfully given up on the idea, and instead decided to adopt the entire town as her own children. There had only been a few families to start with, but when no other settlers had come to back them up they had built their own. Dalton, her husband, did most of the more violent folk, like the sheriff.
She took a close look at the meat on the grill, then scooped it up with a spatula and brought it over to the cutting board, where she cut it apart and separated the pieces onto four plates. Somehow managing to pick them all up at once, she walked out of the kitchen and into the main part of the saloon. "Food's here, boys!" she called out, placing the plates on the counter. "Four steaks, grilled and ready for eatin'!"
Four of the people in the saloon dashed over and picked up the plates, bringing them back to their tables with a cheerful, "Thanks, Mom!" She grinned and turned back to the kitchen, eager to fill more orders.
Janet had no idea where she was, but the prankster's intuition inside her ignored that in favor of messing with the fat lady who had just left the room. Janet obliged and slipped into the burner, which was currently occupied boiling some stew. When the lady came back, she turned up the heat as high as she could. The flame jumped up, licking the tips of the lid. The lady gasped and ran over to the sink. Janet darted out of the burner, invisible to the human eye, and possessed the sink's tap, spinning both ends rapidly before the lady could reach it. When she backed off, Janet moved to the cabinets above the sink and began slamming them open and closed as loudly as she could manage.
"What in tardnation--" Mom decided that this wasn't something she could handle on her own, and ran off to the main saloon to gather some hands. "Boys," she said nervously, "Something's wrong with my kitchen. Can some of you fine fellows come help me?" A few of them obliged, joining her behind the counter and calmly walking into the back room.
Janet nearly squealed in delight as the lady brought in a group of people for her to scare. How nice of you! she thought mockingly. I'll just have to entertain your guests, won't I? A wicked thought popped into her head. But it can wait, can't it? It'll be much funnier if everyone thinks you're crazy~ With much difficulty, she held off on any poltergeist activity as the group inspected the room, but when they shrugged and moved towards the doors, she hopped into the cupboards and began slamming them again. The group looked up curiously, but Janet was surprised to find that the only source of emotion in the room was from the distressed woman; none of the others had any strong emotions she could draw energy from. She repeated her trick with the burner, but the result was the same. What's with these people? The presence of these men was even helping to calm the woman, and Janet felt herself getting weaker as the emotional atmosphere began dissolving.
She flew out of the burner and turned visible, glaring at the group. "What's wrong with you? Can't a poltergeist have a little fun around here?" The woman gasped and covered her mouth, but the men showed no response, which didn't surprise Janet in the slightest.
One of them walked forward. "You best get lost, little lady. We don't take kindly to strangers 'round these parts."
Janet stuck her tongue out at him. "Make me, ya wet blanket."
The man nodded. "If you'd like." He turned back to the woman. "I'd recommend pickin' out a hidey-hole somewhere else, Mom. I have a feeling this is gonna get ugly." She nodded nervously and split. As if on cue, the men pulled out various weapons suited to a frontiersman - one had a shotgun, another a cattle prod, another a lasso, and the last managed to produce a pool cue from somewhere. They ran at Janet, who cackled and flew through the walls and out of the building.
"Catch me if you can!~"
A statuesque, homely woman bustled around a large kitchen. Her name was Mary, but everyone just called her Mom. She didn't mind - in fact, she insisted on it. She'd always wanted kids of her own, but after two stillborns and a miscarriage, she had tearfully given up on the idea, and instead decided to adopt the entire town as her own children. There had only been a few families to start with, but when no other settlers had come to back them up they had built their own. Dalton, her husband, did most of the more violent folk, like the sheriff.
She took a close look at the meat on the grill, then scooped it up with a spatula and brought it over to the cutting board, where she cut it apart and separated the pieces onto four plates. Somehow managing to pick them all up at once, she walked out of the kitchen and into the main part of the saloon. "Food's here, boys!" she called out, placing the plates on the counter. "Four steaks, grilled and ready for eatin'!"
Four of the people in the saloon dashed over and picked up the plates, bringing them back to their tables with a cheerful, "Thanks, Mom!" She grinned and turned back to the kitchen, eager to fill more orders.
Janet had no idea where she was, but the prankster's intuition inside her ignored that in favor of messing with the fat lady who had just left the room. Janet obliged and slipped into the burner, which was currently occupied boiling some stew. When the lady came back, she turned up the heat as high as she could. The flame jumped up, licking the tips of the lid. The lady gasped and ran over to the sink. Janet darted out of the burner, invisible to the human eye, and possessed the sink's tap, spinning both ends rapidly before the lady could reach it. When she backed off, Janet moved to the cabinets above the sink and began slamming them open and closed as loudly as she could manage.
"What in tardnation--" Mom decided that this wasn't something she could handle on her own, and ran off to the main saloon to gather some hands. "Boys," she said nervously, "Something's wrong with my kitchen. Can some of you fine fellows come help me?" A few of them obliged, joining her behind the counter and calmly walking into the back room.
Janet nearly squealed in delight as the lady brought in a group of people for her to scare. How nice of you! she thought mockingly. I'll just have to entertain your guests, won't I? A wicked thought popped into her head. But it can wait, can't it? It'll be much funnier if everyone thinks you're crazy~ With much difficulty, she held off on any poltergeist activity as the group inspected the room, but when they shrugged and moved towards the doors, she hopped into the cupboards and began slamming them again. The group looked up curiously, but Janet was surprised to find that the only source of emotion in the room was from the distressed woman; none of the others had any strong emotions she could draw energy from. She repeated her trick with the burner, but the result was the same. What's with these people? The presence of these men was even helping to calm the woman, and Janet felt herself getting weaker as the emotional atmosphere began dissolving.
She flew out of the burner and turned visible, glaring at the group. "What's wrong with you? Can't a poltergeist have a little fun around here?" The woman gasped and covered her mouth, but the men showed no response, which didn't surprise Janet in the slightest.
One of them walked forward. "You best get lost, little lady. We don't take kindly to strangers 'round these parts."
Janet stuck her tongue out at him. "Make me, ya wet blanket."
The man nodded. "If you'd like." He turned back to the woman. "I'd recommend pickin' out a hidey-hole somewhere else, Mom. I have a feeling this is gonna get ugly." She nodded nervously and split. As if on cue, the men pulled out various weapons suited to a frontiersman - one had a shotgun, another a cattle prod, another a lasso, and the last managed to produce a pool cue from somewhere. They ran at Janet, who cackled and flew through the walls and out of the building.
"Catch me if you can!~"
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