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alien_max (alien_max) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 20:48:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 3, gabrielle, group activity, max evans, maxxie oliver, rose tyler, tsukasa doumyouji

Day 3 - Country Line Dancing!
Who: Max, Rose, Maxxie, Gabrielle, Doumyouji
What: Country Line Dancing Class
When: 10:00am
Where: The Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Status: Completed

Max woke up indulging in a long, luxurious, morning stretch and wondering where his blanket went. He must have gotten a bit warm and tossed and turned last night...his blankets were in the floor and the fly of his boxers was halfway to his hip. He chuckled at himself and straightened his boxers, as he stood up. Steamy thoughts of Giselle and Katara prevented him from making his boxers lay too straight, showertime would be playtime he decided...the sixteen year old wondered for a moment if the Planet wold supply them with porn. He blushed, looking around like someone could hear his thoughts,Ummmm...nothing hardcore or anyhing. Just like Playboy or Penthouse or something, y'know...just like naked girls..., he blushed again, heading towards the showers...he missed Liz so much.

On the way to the bathroom, he heard someone outside his door. "Hello?!", he called. "Hello, who's there?!". Walking to the door, he opened it and looked around...no one there, but an envelope was taped to his door with his name printed on it. With a curious expression, Max ripped the envelope off of the door and took it back over t the bed and sat on the edge. The paper inside was thickly textured and the printing nicely calligraphied.

'GO TO THE BALLROOM AT 10:00AM. YOU WILL BE TAKING A COUNTRY LINE-DANCING CLASS. THIS IS MANDATORY.IF YOU DO NOT GO, A GOLEM WILL FIND YOU AND TAKE YOU THERE. DO NOT LEAVE UNTIL THE CLASS IS FINISHED OR A GOLEM WILL TAKE YOU BACK.'

Max let the instructions fall to the carpeted floor, followed quickly by his disbelieving jaw, "Dancing?!", he exclaimed, "Why dancing? Who told them I danced? I don't dance!". He picked the instructions up and placed them on his desk with the envelope. Looking over at his digital clock he sighed, "8:45...an hour and 15 minutes...better get showered and hustle on over there"

After a quicker shower than he had planned, Max dressed in tee shirt, jeans and boots grabbed an apple to eat and hurried to the lobby to check out a map for directions to the ballroom. Reading the diagram on the wall, Max hurried into the massive ballroom to find himself the first one there...besides the stone golem testing out an instructional dvd, which he caught the beginning of on a suspended movie screen... "Howdy, Y'all! I'm Shawn Trautman and I'll be teaching you all the Achy Breachy Heart and The Boot Scootin' Boogie!".

"Hello!", Max greeted, as the golem stopped the dvd, "I'm Max Evans, ummm...reporting for duty".

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maxxie_oliver
2008-06-17 06:22 am UTC (link)

The day before had been quite stressing for Maxxie. Once the pharmaceuticals in his system had time to wear off, he down that followed was accompanied by the terror of his new situation. Exhausted and forlorn, the teen had slumped into a bed identical to his own, falling asleep to thoughts of his parents and his friends.

In spite of his worries, he had slept soundly through the night, waking suddenly to a strange noise outside his door. The blond sat up and stretched, yawning and rubbing at his swollen eyes. It wasnt until he opened the door to the hallway, finding the note on the door, that the full impact of his situation crashed down on Maxxie yet again. The boy still did not believe he was on another planet as the others did but did understand that he had been taken away from all those he loved.

Maxxie stood at the door, merely in briefs, and read, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. This had to be a joke! Why would someone kidnap him and make him take dance lessons? Again, the hope that this was indeed a joke took seed in his chest and gave him the motivation to shower and dress, even taking the time to pick out clothing appropriate for this function.

Dressed in a white wife-beater under a worn flannel shirt, a pair of levis, and his boots and hat, Maxxie nearly ran down the hall. He took the stairs instead of the elevator and soon was at the door to the ballroom. After taking a deep steadying breath, Maxxie placed his hand on the door handle. Would this be the punchline to some crazy joke? It had to be.

Maxxie entered the room with a bright smile filled with hope, a smile that began to droop as he surveyed the room of strangers and the odd creature that accompanied them. John and Bridgitte were nowhere to be seen. The group appeared to be mingling and friendly, giving the teenager an idea. Hurrying to a lone Asian man who appeared to have some authority, Maxxie tugged on the arm of his shirt.

"Excuse me, sir. I need to report a crime. I've been kidnapped against my will and I need to get back home. Will you help me?" the blond boy's words were hushed and accented from his native Britain. Blue eyes filled with the depth of his words held those in front of him, his hand never releasing his hold on the man's clothing.

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