A Lit Birthday Celebration (and Masquerade) at the Step Right Inn

[Maid of Marvels]

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You say it's your (Lit) birthday
(It's my birthday too - yeah)
They say it's your (Lit) birthday
We're gonna have a good time
I'm glad it's your (Lit) birthday
Happy (Lit) birthday to you!

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(Sorry. Marco had to use stunt-doubles. The cake was too heavy.)​

Welcome to the Step Right Inn. Dress up as a character you've played, grab a drink and stay a spell - but don't forget to wish chris2c4u a happy Lit Birthday while you're here.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Avelaine

Born in the red-light district of Pigalle to a prostitute, Marie Gagnon, known simply now as Avelaine, was Monsieur Tremblay's shining star. Taller than most, the sultry, blue-eyed blonde (and it was bruited that her hair color did not come from a bottle) was many things to his establishment. Introduced by a past patron as a chanteuse whose voice could rouse the most callous heart and set the blood to boil in the most dispassionate, Tremblay was pleased to say that every word of it was true.

"I just can't make my eyes behave;
Two bad blue eyes,
I am their slave,
My lips may say,
"Run away from me,"
But my eyes say,
"Come and play with me!"
And you won't blame
Poor little me, I'm sure –
For I just can't make my eyes behave."

Avelaine smiled, blowing kisses as she stepped off the small stage and began weaving her way through the crowd, the scent of her perfume trailing after her. Many eyes followed, many more wished for just a few moments in her arms... or between her legs. She was... exquisite.

Her bare-backed gown of sapphire blue silk, only serving to deepen the blueness of her eyes, caressed her wasp-like waist and shapely hips before billowing outward at the knee. It was cut deeply in the front, a thin gauze lining behind cording, doing little to conceal the shape of her breasts, their nipples barely covered by the silk of the bodice.

"Give them a taste, chere. Always make them want more than you will ever give," her mother had told her. The advice had served her well.

Vibrant music followed by the cheers of the Step Right Inn's patrons told her that the Can Can girls were coming out. Long legs and bare thighs, she knew the men (and some of the ladies) would turn their attention now to the plump bosoms of the dancers, and she used that to her advantage. Heading toward the bar, Avelaine accepted a glass of the finest champagne proffered by one of the gentlemen in attendance.

"Merci," she mouthed, raising the glass to her crimson lips and sipping daintily. Avelaine rarely drank during business hours. The man looked... interesting. Perhaps, she thought, she would join him for a moment.

"That's chris2c4u," someone murmured. "It's his Lit Birthday!!"

Avelaine grinned. "Hiya, big boy! What's shaking?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Ella Synders

Comfortably dressed in a favorite hot pink tee, her long, thin legs stretched out from the bottoms of a pair of flamingo patterned boxers. Ella Synders scratched her short dark hair and blinked her eyes in wonderment. How had she gotten here? The Step Right Inn? "It has to be a branch of Motel 6," she informed her bunny slippers. "Well here goes nothing."

They remained silent as she entered the dimly lit tavern. "Imagine that," she told the bunnies as she spotted a wheelchair propped beside the bar. "Kinda resembles Campbell's. Freaky," she commented as a young woman in an obscenely short skirt descending the rungs of a ladder, her arms full of books. "I'm Marvels," she said when she reached the bottom, setting the books on the desk. "It's the Professor's Lit Birthday."

Ella nodded, pretending to understand as the bunny slippers squirmed awkwardly. "So where is this Professor guy?" she asked. "Should I buy him a drink or sumpin'?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

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SAL2007 peruses the room. Where is he, Captain? 2c4u.

The hologram shimmies and wriggles. You said C3PO's cousin would be here. So where is he??

Yoo hoo!! Mr. 2c4u! Come out, come out where ever you are!

*crackles and pops*

Resistance if futile, you know, shweet heart.

 

[chris2c4u]

Taking a seat at the bar, Pete Stone decided it would be impolite not to stare at Marvel's legs. For five minutes. He alternated this with dribbling Glenfiddich (a terrible waste) through a fixed smile. Well, more a leer.

When he broke the romantic spell, he jutted a manly jaw.

"Now, you can tell the Prof I'm wise to his game. He can tell me where the Siamese Sparrow is. We can do it the easy way or I get Lazio in here to give him the run around.

Plus I know what he did with the lady in the lake after she tried that insurance scam."

He ogled Marvels again. "And yes, it is a gun in my pocket and I am pleased to see you."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Lazio?" Marvels peers at the fish bowl where a guppy and a goldfish swim in and out of a red plastic castle. "No. That's Anton and Liam and neither of them would hurt a fly."

Marvels swivels on her stool to face the hard-bitten PI. "So... when did you get out of jail?"

 

[chris2c4u]

Shakes arm to try and release it from the bulldog like grip of Marvel's nashers.

"Not that sort of hard bitten, dammit."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

SAL2007 flickers and wriggles as an image appears on the television over the bar:

ATTENTION: The earth has been invaded!!

An alien race has been looking for a planet inhabited by incredibly dull beings with the intent of boring them into submission!! Beware! They come disguised as computer buffs, synchonized swimmers and sales managers named Bob.

On television screens and monitors worldwide, a terrifyingly boring face appears.​

"Greetings, Earthlings. We are from Planet Dull in the galaxy Alpha Centauri, a billion light years away, although the best way to get there is not to take the main route via Saturn but the back way past Betelgeuse. I find it actually turns out shorter that way, but I digress... "

"We have been searching for a planet with enough tedium to let us thrive and grow stronger. From light years across the universe, our sensors finally picked up something called... Pete Stone!"

Meanwhile... In a remote laboratory,
Professor Snark and his brainy yet sexy lab assistant, Marvels,
are watching the program​

"There must be a way to stop them!" the Professor exclaims.

"Why can't we just hit them with all of our fire power?" asks Marvels.

"We tried that but the bullets bounced off their cardigans," the Professor explains patiently.

"But Professor, these creatures must have a weakness?"

"You're right, Marvels, but what?" The Professor scratches his chin. "To find out, we must capture one of the aliens!

A week later... ​

"Okay. Ready. Here comes one of the creatures now!"

"Grab him but be careful, his pockets are stuffed with holiday photos!"

scuffle​

"Hurry! Let's get back to the lab!"

The Professor, who has been locked away with the alien from Planet Dull for hours now, suddenly emerges...​

"The creature seems impervious to everything. He just sits there getting stronger. Just now he started talking about Bush's shortcomings. I barely got out in time!"

As Professor Snark runs in circles waving his arms tumultuously, Marvels has a think. "The aliens need dullness to survive, Professor. Perhaps if we inject them with something exciting?" Marvels suggests.

"A brilliant idea! How about SEX??"

"No. We need something... exciting," Marvels sighs.

"Of course! That's IT!"

Another week later... at the summit of Mount Everest​

"I've secured the alien to these skis. If we give him a push... "

"If skiing down Everest isn't exciting enough to kill him, then nothing is! You can take the gag out of his mouth now, Marvels."

As the alien begins to converse on Iraq, Tony Blair and George Bush, they give him a forceful push.

"There he goes!" Marvels exclaims.

Minutes later at the foot of Mount Everest...​

"The creature shows no outward signs of life. Thank God! We've found a way to destroy them!"

"The Earth is saved!" Marvel shouts as she does a happy dance.

"I'm well pleased," the Professor says. "I think I'll go down to the garden center... OH MY GOD!! It's taking me over. I must... resist! Only I was thinking about putting in a rock garden or... OH MY GOD! What about an ornamental fern?"

Tune in next week when Marvels is taken to their leader.​

 

[MaiusImperium]

*Strides into the room, voluminous white purple-slashed toga billowing about him*

Salve Chris! Happy Birthday, I'll sacrifice a dozen bullocks, six for your birthday and another six because I was a day late. Just...not here, messy business, heathen sacrifices.

I do hope there'll be a good old fashioned roman orgy later on. >_>

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The woman perched on the barstool, an antiquated goddess on a red Naugahyde and chrome pedestal, and crossed her legs. "Mmm... " she purred, eyeing the Roman up and down and down again, all the while wondering what those guys wore under their togas.

"Any sign of those Sheldrake broads?" she asked Pete. "Tough break. I heard you went to prison for that gig."

 

[chris2c4u]

"Evening Marvels," said the Professor. "Seen my flippers?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Marvels

Eyeing the Professor up and down and down again, his brainy yet sexy assistant sighed. "The bow tie is a nice touch, but... " she waggles her finger in the general direction of his polka-dotted boxers and the garters holding up his socks "I think you may have forgotten something."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

where is chris?

Rex Sinclair strolls into the room. Rex is wearing a World War 1 flying cap with goggles on his forehead a three foot long white scarf that hangs half in front of his leather flying jacket and the rest hangs down his back. The jacket is dark brown with large pockets that are buttomed down. He is standing looking over the crowd with large over sized black gloves which are resting on his hips. He is also wearing tan puffed pants that are tucked into kneehigh leather flying boots.
Rex strides over to the bar and waves over the man.
"I say Pims please, if you would, thank you!" and waits for his drink.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Chris who?

*bats lashes* (and a couple of flies)

Marvels peers, thinking that the scarf must be a giveaway clue. Hmmm... She scratches the tip of her nose and a lightbulb goes on over her head. "By Jove! It's Sarah Bernhardt in drag!"

Sliding a Pims down the bar to him, she murmurs. "Careful not to get long thing of yours caught in anything... dangerous."

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

yes well

*Looking back at Marvels*
"I happen to know that Sarah has bigger tits and less ass and don't worry my long thing has been caught in a lot of dangerous places and we got out just fine thank you!" Rex states with a huff.