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[poorqueequeg]

I seem to be back from my captivity, however the Malnosso have upped their productivity. In what, you ask? Their unending task! The task of giving us ridiculous effects upon our return.

I'm not a bard of olden times, I just really can't stop these rhymes.

[Scully will be hiding out. Probably for a while. 8| Stupid mallynap effect!]

Comments

[spohkh]

Fascinating... I had assumed that the effects from a kidnapping were rather more physically harming.

[poorqueequeg]

It seems to be a sporadic thing. Sometimes I'll start to rhyme, other times I won't.

...It's a bit of a toss-up,
but it decides by itself when to start up.

[sdfjafs damn it like right now.]

[spohkh]

....fascinating...

May I inquire as to your name?

[poorqueequeg]

Scully. Dana Scully. [Looks like she got lucky with that line.] And you are?

[spohkh]

I am Spock. It is well to make your acquaintance Miss Scully.

a 4th wall may be imminent, if that's all right! /saw permissions, asking anyway

[poorqueequeg]

...Spock. [Woah. Uh. Let her process that for a minute. Spock as in. The one from that Star Trek show? If that's true, there's going to be something to tell Mulder for sure.] You're serious?

[written]

[250mhzwabl]

[He might not do this if he knew this was his upstairs neighbour, but. Jack can't resist a little fun.]

I've read of such fates and fortunes, and yet
I never have observed them quite so plain.
If such speech vexes you, I'd not abet
villains, and from such rhymes I will abstain.
But if it's fated that we come to harm
at least in yours there is a sort of charm.

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

[8| so not funny, buster.]

At least I'm lucky to not have it all the time.
Just when I'm unsuspecting to begin with rhymes.

[written]

[250mhzwabl]

[Oh, come on. Isn't misery supposed to love company?]

This is then a sporadic curse?
Whether that is better or worse
I cannot say, I'll only hope,
for your sake, it will end with haste -
for though a poem's a shame to waste
You seem at the end of your rope

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

[If there's ever a weird shift around here, she will exploit it! Revenge in a prank is the sweetest.]
Quite at the end of my rope. If I could do the same to our captors it would be quite a sight.

[She can feel the rhyming about to start up again. Time to pause!]

[written]

[250mhzwabl]

From what I've heard of the Malnosso, I'm not sure a Shakespearean turn to their communication would make them any less intimidating.

Might be funny though.

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

They aren't so bad when you've been here a while,
but I will agree that an odd shift to them would make me smile.
While I would like to personally beat
their face in, revenge of the same is also sweet.


[The pause didn't work so well, but he probably gets the drift.]

[written]

[reminded]

[Oh, now this is interesting.]

I had no idea the effects could get this abstract. It's hard to say that the Malnosso don't have a sense of humor.

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

A sense of humor they may have,
But I would rather halve
the amount of rhymes I speak.

[fgsajfg this is one of those weird outbursts where there is nothing but rhyming isn't it. Scully will pause in writing until it passes.]

It seems to be random.

[written]

[reminded]

Are you certain? I find it rather delightful, myself. There's nothing wrong with a bit of spontaneous poetry.

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

If it weren't often, I don't think I'd mind it. But when I can't predict when it'll happen, it's a little problematic.

[Ok a LOT problematic.]

I wouldn't really call myself a poet normally.

[written]

[reminded]

Well, I hope it doesn't become too much of an inconvenience for you. Perhaps there is a bright side here: if you've ever considered songwriting, then there would be no better time to start.

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

I've thought about song writing. Might stave off the boredom in the clinic if I do it during working hours.

[written]

[fabrecation]

[... Daaahaha, oh, Luke needed that laugh. He ends up grinning as he writes, thankfully not in rhyme.]

Wow. Really? Rhymes?

[written]

[poorqueequeg]

Sadly. It just happens when I'm least expecting it. [So far so good...]

[Voice]

[most_unwanted]

Poetry? Now I'm convinced they really are trying to kill us all.

[Mulder's so relieved to see her returned, that he immediately is putting on his jacket and shoes, planning to go out and find her.]

Where are you? Are you hurt, do you need any help getting home?

[Voice]

[poorqueequeg]

Mulder, if they were trying to kill us all,
I believe they would fall
Just a bit short
Because we would thwart
All of their attempts.

[aaaaaa goddamnit whyyyyyyy.]

I'm at home already. No, I'm not hurt. Just. Here. Rhyming. Maybe I could get a second job as a rapper.

[Voice]

[most_unwanted]

[He applauds lightly, but he's been freaking out too much to draw this out any longer.]

Would you like a little company? We can discuss your imminent career as MC Scully... you're going to need to start stocking up on bling.

Voice]

[poorqueequeg]

Sure. Oh, but-- you won't believe what I'm going to tell you. I'm sure I fon't have to ask, but you've seen Star Trek, right?

[Voice]

[most_unwanted]

Of course I have, Scully. You should be glad I didn't make you watch any family home videos from my childhood.

[The one where he was being a goofy kid dressed as Spock.]