Story w00t.

[no-one]

Antenora said:

An interesting chapter. I like BSam's drunken dialog--it looks just like his posts when he's drunk.

yes, although i would never type 'teh', even when drunk i'd go and fix it

anyway, i thought you were going to kill him off...or something

[Dante]

BSam was funny and well-done. I liked this chapter.

Antenora said:

Just in case you were planning to kill off D, don't kill him off. Even if you weren't, don't.

Yeah, we need a happy ending.

Locust said:

anyway, i thought you were going to kill him off...or something

"Or something"?

[Amber]

Lookie lookie:

It's kind of a long one
Still no murders I'm afraid.

Meanwhile over in New Jersey, Antenora was randomly wandering the streets and was cold and tired, even though it was mid-afternoon. She was disturbed as well; she was disturbed by what she had witnessed, or rather taken part in.
Derik was her friend.
“No I’ll think about it later, when I’m not as likely to get hit by a car” She thought as she dodged traffic along the (What do you call motorways in the US?) motorway.
She walked towards the light that she could see.
“I better not be dead” She thought, slightly annoyed.
As she reached he goal she saw it was only a local Little Chef/Travel Inn (You have those in the US?) She was tired and decided to stop to rest, as she paid for a room she thought she saw someone who looked like PJ, but she thought no more of it, as she was tired and was sure she was seeing things, especially after what she had seen
“Or taken part in.” She thought.
Back in Manchester Airport Dante and Sam had been put on a flight by an attendant who didn’t bother to see if they even had tickets. They didn’t know where they were going until they were in the air.
“Heathrow?” Dante groaned. “That’s even worse than Manchester.” He sighed, if the delays at Manchester were bad Heathrow’s were terrible.
As they got off the plane and walked into the lobby they saw someone furiously typing up, on a laptop, the remains of a poem that he had in note-form on a scrappy piece of paper. He seemed to finish his work and dropped a part of his note-form poem as he got up and walked off. Dante stooped to pick it up and read:

“That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.”

Dante was dazed to see another 667 reference just floating in the middle of a busy English airport. Sam seemed to have passed out against a wall.
Dante looked up to check the timings of the flights and saw another one going to New Jersey, in 8 hours. He sat down, and fell asleep waking later, much later, 6 hours in fact.
Dante was livid with himself for falling asleep, he hurriedly kicked Sam awake and they both ran to the terminal and got on the plane, with a few minutes to spare.
As they got on last they had the seats at the back of the plane, Dante didn’t mind, he preferred to be out of sight, this gave him time to look around the plane for a sight of Char.
As he looked round, he saw the boy who had been typing up the poem, laptop in hand. Someone who looked suspiciously like Amber and someone who he would have recognized to be Ashley, if she didn’t have a large purple bruise covering her face and nettle scratches up her arms.
He also saw Char, who was sat at the front of the plane, straining her neck to look round.
“Looking for me are we Char?” Dante whispered to himself.
“Fnugh? Sam ndde selep.” Sam mumbled from the window.
Dante decided to let Sam sleep; maybe by the time they got to New Jersey he would be sober.
Evidentially, Chars neck straining had paid off.
“FFWF” She said, “How nice of you to follow me home.”
The poem writer stood up;
“The Chardinal, how nice it is to meet yourself.”
Char looked vaguely confused.
The writer continued.
“Dante, my fellow Intellecteteer” He said, and bowed.
“Ennui!” Dante was relived to see he wasn’t imagining he was seeing 667 everywhere.
“Shut up you two, you wait till we get off the plane...” Char said, threateningly.
The Amber look-alike stood up.
“We’ll wait. Don’t worry.” She said,
“Amber?” Ennui and Dante said in unison.
“Yes?” She said,
“You’re even prettier in real life!” Ennui said.
“Are there any other 667’ers here?” Dante said loudly.
Half the plane looked at him like he was mad, but three people stood up. Date turned on the first one,
“And you are?” He said.
“Bored, or Clem if you like” She replied, “Char is kind of evil isn’t she?”
“Yes, yes she is.” Dante replied, and turned on the next one, she had a big bruise all over her face.
“You?” He said, knowing the answer
“Ashley and FFWF that kind of hurt you know. I don’t get hit with a frying pan everyday” She said.
“Ah, yes, sorry about that.” He mumbled.
“It’s ok. I suppose.”
Dante turned on the last person,
“You?”
“Me what?”
Who are you from 667?”
“667? I stood up because I needed to stretch my legs.”
“Fine.”
A voice came from the front end of the plane.
“Aren’t we forgetting someone here?” Char called loudly.

[Dante]

Ominous!

Oh, a new ship. Ennuamber, perhaps?

[Ennui]

Is this Ambui? I'm honoured...

Excellent. From an unbiased perspective, I have to say this is by far the best bit so far...and I think I'm quite like me. Or at least, like I want me to be...

[ersatzbeatrice]

New chapters, w00t!
(As promised...)

I love this story! <3 Even though I'm dead, you know.

[Amber]

Thankies!

I've got more, I'm on a roll.

It's not as much but the last one was really long so this one is really short.

Antenora woke abruptly with the smell of cheap bleach polluting her nose and making her feel slightly nauseous. She rolled over and looked at the glow in the dark clock that lay above her bed, 4:25 am.
“If they have a computer around her I think I’ll got have a look on 667.” She thought.
She got up and got dressed and found the rest of the hotel deserted. She turned on the computer at the front desk and proceeded to log on to 667, but it seemed like several members had left suddenly and the board hadn’t changed much since she last checked. Slightly disappointed she went back to her room and fell asleep while trying to plan out what she was going to do with the day.
Back on the plane Char was happy as all attention was directed at her. Dante burst her bubble though, by continuing to talk to Ennui,
“I picked up a bit of the poem you were typing up, thought you might want it” He passed the scrap of paper he had found floating in Ennui’s wake.
“Ah, I was going frantic, I needed this.” He nodded in thanks to Dante and then turned and directed his attention to Char.
“Wait a minute, I need to pee” Ashley’s voice rose from the silence.
“Nice” Sam said, stirring from his drink induced slumber
“Hey, how’d EnnuiAmberAshleyClemandChar get here so quick?” He said, and it was a while until anyone worked out what he had said.
“We were here anyway Sam.” Amber said, first to work out what Sam meant.
Ennui looked vaguely confused as he, like Dante had presumed Sam was a pile of suitcases and was slightly startled when he talked.
“I’m back, anything interesting happen while I was gone?” Ashley returned, wearing a balaclava.
“No, not really.” Clem said.
Clem leant against the door of the plane as she got tired of standing. On the opposite side of the plane, Ennui did the same, he, like Ashley was wearing something else, bright orange bag on his back.
“Yeah, Char for being so ‘dangerous’ you don’t seem so vicious.” Dante teased.
“I’m not dangerous, am I?” She ran at Ennui, pushing him out of the door he was leant on.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PLAYING AT?” Amber screamed at Char.
There was a beep and the pilots’ voice came over the intercom:
“500 feet to land ladies and gentlemen, please can you sit down and strap yourself in”
“Ah crap.” Char said as she looked out of the window and saw a bright orange parachute just reaching the ground.

[Dante]

Ennui survives... for now.

There will be more deaths, right?

[Amber]

FFWF said:

Ennui survives... for now.

There will be more deaths, right?

Yes.

Char's just being a bit, um, unlucky.

[Dante]

I say, I've just had a terrible thought. You're not going to kill Antenora, are you?

If you are, then the outcome of the tale may have to be, er, modified somewhat. *strikes match*

[Amber]

FFWF said:

I say, I've just had a terrible thought. You're not going to kill Antenora, are you?

If you are, then the outcome of the tale may have to be, er, modified somewhat. *strikes match*

Oh no,

*spoiler, obvious spoiler but still...*
You and Antenora will survive and get married and have lots of childern.

[Ennui]

Amber, here are my terms.

If I die, I want to die saving your life. Pleeeaaase...

[Dante]

Amber said:

*spoiler, obvious spoiler but still...*
You and Antenora will survive and get married and have lots of childern.

Best spoiler EVARZ.

[Antenora]

I love the story, Amber. And thanks so much for letting D and I live, and get married.

The Ambui ship is interesting, too.

[Amber]

Some more, a middle sized bit this time, and *shock horror* a death.

Not the best death, but I already had Ennui being pushed out of the door, how many more deaths can you have on a plane?

Antenora awoke again, but this time to the smell of dirt and grime turning in her stomach. She sat up and looked at the clock again, 11:26, she watched the hands go round, she watched the second hand click over until it was 11:30, and she didn’t like getting up when there wasn’t a 0 or 5 at the end of the minute. (I do this, I don’t know about you.)
She decided to spend a day at the Travel Inn, or find her way to the nearest airport as she desperately wanted to get home.
On the plane, the beep of the intercom caught the attention of the 667ers on board.
“Your attention please, we are stopping here in D.C to re-fuel, a few passengers will be boarding the plane, and we will leave in about 15 minutes, thank you ladies and gentlemen.”
The doors opened and several passengers walked on, and at the end on them Ennui, smiling, waved to Char as he walked past and took his seat at the end of the plane.
“I see you didn’t get to badly hurt” Dante said, an obvious jibe at Char.
“No, not a bit, if anything I had a better landing than you on the plane.” Ennui laughed.
“Nice to see you all in one piece.” Amber smiled, joining in at the Char teasing session.
Char had turned round and was frowning, sat in her seat. She didn’t like it when things didn’t go as she had planned.
Among those who had got on the plane Sam heard one of them talking and smiled to hear an Aussie accent, he’d got tired of the posh British accent. He turned and jumped to see PJ sat in the seat Dante was previously taking up.
“Hey Sam!” He said, excitedly, as normal.
“Pehjea?” Sam murmured
“He means “PJ?”” Amber translated to a perplexed PJ. “He had one too many free beers.”
PJ nodded, understanding.
“We’ve been letting him sleep it off. According to FFWF, he was worse when he found him, then again he doesn’t smell so good now either.” Amber explained.
“Oh is that what that smell was, I was wondering.” Ennui said
“You can smell him from there?” Amber questioned.
“I could smell him from outside” Ennui grinned.
PJ got up and went to go sit at the other side of the plane. Char pounced and whacked PJs head against the wall lots of times. PJ wasn’t impressed.
“Umm, that…’whack’…kind of hurts…’whack’…you know Char…’whack’…can you stop…’whack’…please?...’whack whack whack’” Except the last two whacks were PJ tripping Char and her hitting the floor. PJ ran his hand through his hair.
“Oh, now look what you’ve done, you’ve made me bleed.” PJ took a deep breath and went over to where Sam was sat, asleep, with Ashley routinely poking him awake and then pretending to be asleep.
Ashley stood up and let PJ sit next to Sam Ashley stood in the aisle and put paper towels on PJs head to stop the bleeding. The lady with the food trolley came past and saw PJ bleeding and went to go get him a dressing but left her trolley and Char grabbed it, put her two knives on the edge and sent it whizzing down the aisle heading straight for Ashley.
“Ashley, watch out.” PJ yelled as he grabbed her and pulled her out of the way.
Ashley landed on PJ and Sam, making Sam wake up, and she didn’t have time to pretend to be asleep.
Amber was next in line, but neatly sidestepped the trolley and then waved at Char sarcastically.
Clem wasn’t so lucky, the trolley was rolling her way, and as she turned to see it coming straight towards her she didn’t have time to move out of the way and she was impaled upon a food trolley stuck to the wall.
“Tasty” Sam said as he saw what had happened.


It's actually really difficult to write about myself, I want to put "I" instead of "Amber"