Character Tea Party

[Zib]

This is an idea from another site I thought we could play around with. Basically, all of our characters are invited (or not) to the Character Tea Party, where they basically do whatever they want (within limits, of course). For instance, one of my characters from another site spent plenty of time irritating another character as much as he could before she began tossing furniture -- no one else would even talk to her, 'cause she was an assassin. How rude! Anyway, Andy Griffin will start us off. ;D

I'm not sure what the characters are supposed to think, exactly, but it might be fun to throw in ourselves as the authors thereof. This gives the characters a chance to complain to us with such nonsense as, "Why didn't you make me more attractive?" "Really? Eggs? You couldn't make me allergic to -- I don't know -- goose feathers?" and of course "How come that guy gets to be psychic? Why couldn't you give me superpowers?" Et cetera.

Go crazy.

[Griffin]

Key:
Griffin as Author
Jason as Character

"We're almost there hold on, I'll write you there."
Jason was in a long black limo about to arrive to the Manor of Zib Zibington.

"I still don't see why we have to go to this bloody tea party, or whatever this is. And will you please, take off the English accent!"

"Yes, sorry."
As the limo pulled into the long stone driveway, Jason saw the manor come into view.

"Your narrating is going to get annoying. But that manor is huge, isn't it?"

"Yes quite."
They were driving up the driveway when Jason-

"Yes, noticed the garden, I know!"

"But it's my job to-"

"I don't want to hear it."

"Well,"
Jason noticed the garden and he stared at it in awe.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm in a bad mood."

"Why?"

"Well it's just the tea party, and I'm going to be around people I don't know, and you know..."

"Oh,"
The limo pulled up to the front door and Jason stepped out wearing his best suit.

"I do look good don't I?"

Jason said as he fixed his tie.

"Well lets do this."

Jason walked up to the front door, and rang the door bell.

[Zib]

Zib - Author
Martin - Character
Matt - Character


"I can't believe it," I said, "This is the first time I've ever gotten to write in the first person!" Martin glanced up at me quizzically. I sighed. "Fine. . ." Zib relented, "Happy?" Martin nodded.

"I see you're dressed up all fanshy-like," Zib commented.

Martin didn't respond.

"What about me?" demanded Matt. " 'Demanded'? Really? It wasn't like I stamped my little foot and started whining," whined Matt, stamping his little feet.

Zib laughed.

"Not funny."

"Yes it is."

"No it--"

An elaborate ring echoed throughout the main hall of the mansion.

Matt turned to Zib. "Well, that was redundant."

Zib shrugged. "Hey, it's my mansion," he said as he pulled a ridiculously large cake from the oven. "Could someone get the door? I've my hands full."

Martin complied.

"It's got icing. . . right out of the oven?" Matt asked, pointing at the-- "I know what I'm pointing at!" he-- "yelled!" . . . yelled. "Aagh!"

The doors swung open to reveal Martin holding his cat tightly.

"Hey, I could have done that!" complained Matt to Zib. He turned to Martin. "Y'know, you're not the only psychic, kid!"

Martin squinted. Flames engulfed Matt's shoes. Zib laughed. Matt screamed like a little girl.

"I did not!"

Zib laughed more.

Martin turned and motioned for the two outside to come in. Zib, hands no longer laden with spontaneously-generated pastries, came to the entrance to greet the two guests. "Welcome, my name is Dorian Zibowsky -- you can call me Zib." He motioned to the four-year-old clinging to the black cat. "This Martin, and-- What?" Martin was tugging at Zib's pant leg. "Oh right," Zib corrected himself, "This is Martin's cat, Plant."

Matt tapped Zib's shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me he could do that?" he demanded.

Zib pointed to Matt with his thumb. "This is Matthew McKeehan. He needs new shoes."

[Griffin]

[shadow=red,left,300]Key:
Griffin as Author
Jason as Character[/shadow]

"Jason was taken aback by the 4 year old holding a cat answering the door."

"Uhhh...."

"Jason heard vo-"

"Yes, voices in the other room, I know."

"Should I describe our clothing?"

"Fine."

"Jason was wearing a black, pinstripe suite with a white undershirt and a red tie. And Griffin, me, was wearing a black suit with a blue tie."

"And your proud of that?"

"Well uh..."

"They heard little girl screaming in the kitchen"

"Maybe he has a daughter"

"Yeah maybe. The four year old motioned us to come in."

"Yes, I saw."

"Ah, there's the owner of this fine manor."

"Welcome, my name is Dorian Zibowsky -- you can call me Zib. "This Martin, and-- What?" Martin was tugging at Zib's pant leg. "Oh right, this is Martin's cat, Plant."

"Jason was else where, thinking of how much money this guy must have."

"This is Matthew McKeehan. He needs new shoes."

"Jason finally snapped back into the conversation."

"Ah yes. Hello."

"Jason shook everyone's han-"

"Shut up...."

"Jason said through a fake smile."

"Pardon him. Uhh, I'm Jason Cooper, and this is Griffin. Just Griffin. Lovely place you have."

[Zib]

Zib - Author
Martin - Character
Matt - Character

"Jason finally snapped back into the conversation."

Zib tilted his head. "Who?" he began to ask.

"Ah yes. Hello."

"Jason shook everyone's han-"

"Shut up...."

"Jason?" Zib echoed.

"Jason said through a fake smile."

"That's. . ." Zib pointed to the guy with the weird hair and the pinstripes.

"Pardon him. Uhh, I'm Jason Cooper, and this is Griffin. Just Griffin. Lovely place you have."

Matt nodded. ". . . He does have weird hair. . ."

Zib clamped one hand over Matt's mouth. "Pardon him. We try to keep him locked in the pantry."

"Mrrf."

Martin laughed.

Zib strolled casually to the large table. "Come on in, we're still waiting on a few others to arrive. There's an Amber Something who should show up any minute now, and I think Martin's sister."

"Don't forget Topaz," added Matt.

"Maybe. She's too unpredictable. There's no telling," said Zib doubtfully.

"But if she does show up, you'll know it," Matt warned the two guests. His eyes darkened, and the cake separated into eight pieces.

[Griffin]

Key:
Griffin as Author
Jason as Character
Other People/Narrations not made by Griffin

"Come on in, we're still waiting on a few others to arrive. There's an Amber Something who should show up any minute now, and I think Martin's sister." Zib said.

"Don't forget Topaz," added the one who would normally be locked up in the pantry.

"Maybe. She's too unpredictable. There's no telling," said Zib doubtfully.

"But if she does show up, you'll know it," The pantry boy warned the Jason and Griffin. His eyes darkened, and the cake separated into eight pieces.

Jason and Griffin raised their eye brows.

"Uhh, thank you." Jason said looking down at the cake.

They both sat down at the table.

"So, your expecting more guests?" Griffin asked taking a bite of the cake.

"I didn't know there would be more people." Jason said to no one in particular.

"He doesn't like new Peo-POLE" Griffin tried to say as Jason elbowed him in the stomach.

They continued to eat cake.