Raven's Beak Productions:

[Ravenloft]

Raven's Beak Productions: The Chem Set.

Walking into the small living room Beaker and I share, I look over at him. He's setting with his palms firmly planted on his cheeks, his lower lip hanging slack, his constant nervous look on his face. His ping pong sized eyes shift toward me as I stroll in. I carry a sack over to the table and plop it down between us. Setting across from him, fighting the immediate urge to begin playing footsies with him, I cough and he looks up, with those big beautiful eyes. "God, Beaker, I love your eyes." I breath. His lower lip pouts. "And... And your lips... My god!" His felt skin bristles at my coments. "And don't even get me started on your felt like skin! We all know what I think of that!" He looks as though he will storm out of the room any second. "But thats all I'm gonna say about that."

Silence fills the air for a good five minutes as I get ahold of myself. *Thank god he's not looking under the table!* "I... I bought you something... I know you had a job when you were with... HIM." I couldn't even bring myself to say his name, it was too painful... After all, Beaker loved that man in a way I could never hope to be loved... He'd worked that man up to being a god in his mind, and nothing I or anyone else could say or do would sway him from that assumption. Even though I had learned his first and best lovers trade of puppetiering... I... I was nothing like... Jim... So Beaker seemed to delight in telling me. It was my one shame... My curse... It haunts my nights... In my dreams, he haunts me... Always on the edge of my unconcious mind, always there, mocking me with his skills...

I shook the thoughts away as best as I could. "I... I bought you a chemestry set... I know thats what you used to do... Science stuff... I thought maybe, just maybe you could make a potion or something..." I lifted hopeful eyes to Beaker, nudging the bag toward him. It fell over and the chemisry set slipped out of the bag and into his lap. An image of Dr Bunsen Honeydew imprinted on its cover.

 

[Beaker]

Thinking about the great man as the Raven came in. Why does he have to want me so much? Why cant I be left alone to dream about the wonderful times that we had.

I have to listen to him describe me, knowing it was Jim that crafted me, Jim that truly loved me and wouldn't let me be where I am now. I wish that he was alive, I love him.

Oh, I think Raven wants something.. I better listen...

A chemistry set!
Oh no, Dr Bunsen Honeydew, god rest his soul...

I don't know if I can do this...

 

[Ravenloft]

"Its... Its got instructions... And percolators... And fancy glass tubes and... Beakers! Oh my!" I offered to that perpetually worried looking sex symbol of a bygone era. If only I could get the plastic surgery to make me look more like Jim... Maybe he could love me... *Sigh*

 

[Beaker]

How can I try and do chemistry when my former master dies, and my professor was blown up be me when I made a mistake?
(At least thats what I told the LAPD)

Should I play again to placate Raven, and maybe I could go and blow him up too! No, mustn't think like that or I will have to go back to that terrible dark place.

"Thankyou, Raven..."

 

[Ravenloft]

"You're welcome, my fine felt skinned lo* friend... Tell me, what are you gonna make? Some sort of Dr. Jeckle/Mr. Hyde concoction?!" I begin to rub my hands together in excitement over all the possibillities. "A loooooove potion? A potion to cure cancer? A philter of fantabulous fornication?!" I paused, a lusty gleam in my eyes as they strayed lower upon Beaker than they aught to. Thank god he wasn't looking under the table! Thank god for that!

 

[Beaker]

What to make, what to make
A huge fire, and raven on a stake?
Or maybe just maybe...

Let me think, let me see what I have. Oh the silly man bought me nothing to use... I will have to send him to get some useful stuff

Like ummmm Dynamite oooh aaaah

Vinegar and Baking soda anyone?