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STRANGE MAIL SNIPPET #1
I'm bouncing away now.. my wayward Sov muse who's been away since way too long waltzed into the house last night. And took over. My Ares muse disappeared in a flash of blue, my Methos muse snarled and remained silent but my Blair muse finds my Sov muse totally utterly fascinating.. go figure.
So here's what my Sov muse told me today...
Enjoy
Chantal
June 1999
THE BAY WINDOW INCIDENT
In the calm of the late afternoon, Hebea was entering the new pictures and sites information on the KSHQ retrieval and information web site.
"Okay, updates. Shauna changed her Guess who section (okay this is for me.. Note of the author <g>) and added a THIS N THAT section. The Sorbo Zone added a few new pictures. Do I mention a possible major THUD quake. Nah, let them experience the full impact of KS playing golf. New information update: the new KS show articles, news clips and press releases. New Clubs... The space academy for out of this world adventurous amazons (contact Aphrael); The Bunny Club, we are definitely in the spring season (contact Rabbit)".
Hebea was concentrating so hard, she did not notice the commotion occurring outside her office. Heb's office was a beautiful open space. Windows with a view of the Hotline center and a beautiful bay window with a breath taking view of the new designed garden. Hebea also shared her office with the temperature controlled room where KSHQ main frame was located.
The commotion grew louder and louder. A "DISAPPOINTED" traveled all the way to Heb's windows and shook them. Before Heb could reach her door, it was taken out.
In one move Sov had tore the door out of her frame and advanced towards Hebea.
"I heard one of my favorite amazon had a need of stress relief for days now. To the point where she hallucinated on blue socks. My master of games would have gladly organized the celebration that's driving over the edge, love. Or would have lost his head trying. As for a candle, I can generate enough heat to light a few hundreds of them, don't you think, dear?" Sov's monologue was punctuated at the end by a swing of the door over his head.
"Sov, your torturessness... Please but away the door and we will work on my stress relief but put the door down please." Hebea was smiling, trying to minimize the damage. To no avail.
Sov smiled and raised one eyebrow. "Put away the door, sure. No problem. How about I just practice my disc throwing. Mini," he pointed the door towards the Hotline center where the amazons manning the phones ducked.
Castalia hit her head her desk, Hygea made a bee line for the vending machines for protection and Iris ran for cover being SHerk. "Miny.." Sov directed the door at the controlled temperature room and the main frame. Hebea became a little white and marched in front of the glass panel protecting the main frame.
"Over my dead body, your highness..." Hebea replied.
"Not your dead body dear.. but over your body I could get into.." Sov snarled back with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Mo..." and his impulsiveness threw the door right at the bay window.
The glass broke into a thousands pieces. Glass flew everywhere. Freya, Melite, Nannyboo and Cookie found pieces of glass in their sandwiches.
"Brilliant idea to have the executive meeting in the garden Nannyboo" said Freya.
"Yeah, what could go wrong in the garden you said" added Melite.
"Oh man, another door. Anyone has a phone? I have to call the Herkconstruction crew" Cookie inquired.
"Hey, I'm not to blame here. I swear I thought he had gotten over his fascination with door..." Nannyboo answered with a small voice.
"Yeah, well news flash ... he hasn't" Hebea replied. She tried to walk over to the bay window but she was stopped by a pair of arms lifting her off.
"Oh no you don't. You are not walking with all that glass .." Sov had put Hebea over his shoulders.
"You could get seriously hurt, love. I'll carry you and we will discuss your stress relief treatment.." Sov murmured into Hebea's ear.
"Okay.. but you fix the bay window first..." Hebea replied. "My way..." Hebea had a mischievous smile.
"I usually enjoy the way your brain works dear... do tell..." Sov answered.
A few minutes later, Sov let Hebea down and sat her on her computer chair. He left but came back 10 minutes later with a broom and all the tools to repair the bay window. The Herk construction crew had already delivered the glass panels. And Sov was only wearing his tool belt. The new garden was *the* place to be for the next few hours.
"Nannyboo.. you are a genius..." said Freya.
"I second that..." Melite sighed.
"Ditto..." replied Cookie emptying her drool bucket.
"Oh, I'd say the genius on the other side of the glass" answered Nannyboo pointing at Hebea who was enjoying the show and was stress free for those few hours anyway.
STRANGE MAIL SNIPPET #2
Well my Sov muse is not giving me any rest. And for those who asked I have no idea why my Blair muse is fascinate by my Sov muse. Anthroboy always surprises me. <g>So this one wrote itself at 2.30 am. Talk about no sleep. LOL
Dedicated to the list goddess. I shamelessly use a good friend of mine. Josée I hope you don’t mind. <g>
Hugs
Chantal
June 1999
NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED!
«Forceful entry to make sure Melite got a good night sleep. No news as to if she ever did»
excerpt from You have strange mail
Josée inspected the remains of what had been Melite’s office door . The door had been chopped up into kindle wood. With bare hands.
"I would not want to be the perpetrator’s hands. They must be a mess. Unless he wore gloves. But does the Sovereign wear gloves? I wonder."
Josée was examining closely the broken pieces of the door."Ah, ah. Blood! So our criminal has been injured."
Josée stepped into the "crime scene" the lazy love chair Melite adored so much were overturned. Her oak desk, an antique she had found at a fleet market, smeared with black ink.
"I see that there was a struggle, a figth. And again there is some blood." Josée took out her notebook and wrote "Drops of blood on the desk also, along with black inks finger prints." The computer on the desk chimed. Josée jumped, startled.
The voice activated mail came on.
"Go ahead fight me. I’ll enjoy it!" Sov’s voice echoed in the office. Josée smiled.
"How a propos. Now do I check out the mail? It’s for the good of the investigation, not rabid curiosity…" Josée opened the message and read. She chuckled.
"Well, I guess that answers all my questions. Case closed." Josée took out her cell phone and call up the repair crew to replace Melite’s door as for the clean up Melite will have to see to that. Josée took a look around one last time to see if she missed anything when a voice softly said
"Do you have it all figure out, yet love? I would be sooo disappointed if you didn’t." Turning, Josée faced Sov. Slowly she grabbed one of his hands and said "Splinters? I’ll take care of those" as they both left.
On the screen the message read:
TO : KSHQ Security
Object : Cleaning up my office
From : Melite
The clean up crew will be along later tomorrow. I’ll be supervising the new Herk clones (Can’t wait to see those muscles at work. <eg>) Don’t worry about me. Sov gave me a good rub and all the black ink has been taken care of. Even the spots on my chest. <eg> We both are going to get some rest (wink) and go look for the missing ink spots for a little while. .
I’m coming Sov.. hang on …What? You want cake? Okay.. I’ll go get it..
P.S.
From Sov
To KSHQ Security.. wait for me .. Oh yeah this is going to be sooo good.
STRANGE MAIL SNIPPET #3
This was not the one I intended to write next but
I went to a training session today in a hot room, with no air conditioner... what a
nightmare.. it was over 92 degrees outside and humid and sticky... and I got a heat
headache from it.. So enjoy..
Hugs
Chantal
June 7 1999
ICY DELIGHT
Boo’s office was an inferno. Beads of sweat were traveling down her back. The air conditioner was out. Nannyboo hoped that the repair Herk crew would hurry.
"I’m sweating here!!!" Boo’s patience was wearing thin. Moping for the nth time her face, Nannyboo tried to go back to the organization of the summer activities.
After 15 minutes, she could not take it anymore. Pulling out the phone, she rang Cookie. One ring, two rings, three rings. "Cookie, where are you?" Finally after five rings Cookie answered. "Yes…." Her voice had a lazy, sultry tone to it.
"Cookie?!" Nannyboo was taken a little by surprise. "Boo?!!! Oh, sorry I was expecting a call and…"
"Oh, I see… well.. lucky you… expecting some hot action are you?" Boo asked innocently.
"Yes.. I’m expecting Iolaus. We are going fishing. It’s such a beautiful warm day."
"Yeah, lucky you… but before you go… when is the Herk crew gonna come fix my AC? I’m sweating here!!!" Boo was whining now. "Cookie, I’m hot, I’m wet, I’m sweating…" Boo hissed. Cookie laughed.
"Poor little amazon. First, the Herk crew is currently restoring the Legal department’s door. Second, my dear Boo, men sweat, women perspire… Amazons glow."
"Well, then I’m glowing like a light house in the fog. I’m hot."
"How about taking an ice cream break?"
"Cookie, that’s a brilliant idea. But DUH I decided to cut down on sugar. Just get them to hurry up. I’m dying here." Boo’s voice cracked.
"I’ll see what I can do to hurry things up." Cookie hanged up and started to pace.
"Hurry things up. Yeah, but I only have one repair crew and it’s working over time because of that big, childish, egotistic, oversized, crazed libido maniac… Oh wait.." Cookie smiled. " I have it." She picked up her cell phone and punch in a series of number 911-BOO
"That should do it. Enjoy the ride Boo." Cookie picked up her fishing gear and stepped out of her place walking up to a whistling Iolaus.
"Ready to go fishing love… I believe you will get lucky today." Iolaus wiggled his eyebrow. "Oh, I intend to get *lucky*" Cookie giggled and giving Iolaus behind a gentle slap.
Boo felt like she was dissolving. Evaporating. She had reached her boiling point. It had been almost 30 minutes since her phone call to Cookie. Sighing, she finally gave up. "I’ll finish this report later tonight. When the hot weather recedes.
Putting away her files and beginning to close off her PC, Boo jumped out of her skin when without warning her office door was destroyed with an ax.
"An ax!!!" Nannyboo yelled. "Sov! Are you out of your mind?"
"No dear, I’m out to save you from this AC disaster."
"Sov, this is really not the time. I’m hot, I’m sweaty…wait no… Amazons don’t sweat.. I’m glowing, I’m cranky and I’ll scream my heart out if you are not gone in the next 10 seconds."
"Oh, love. Fight me. I’ll enjoy it." Sov snarled. "And I brought some toys…" Sov brought out an non fat, light vanilla ice cream quart and a bowl of fresh strawberries.
"No, no, no… I’m not eating ice cream…" Boo sighed.
"Who says you will eat it, dear…" Sov was now right into Boo’s personal space. He opened the ice cream quart. Dipped his index into it. Then he spread the ice cream on Boo’s right wrist. Nannyboo shivered. Without losing eye contact, Sov bent his head and slowly licked the melting ice cream off her wrist.
Nannyboo was now squirming and let out a soft moan when Sov painted her neck with ice cream…
When the Herk crew arrived at Nannyboo’s office, what they found was a destroyed door, a melted ice cream quart half eaten and the remains of strawberries…..
STRANGE MAIL SNIPPET #4
A compilation of drabblesWhat’s a drabble you ask ? Well, it’s a less than 100 words or around 100 words little story. Some even go under 50 words. More difficult. It’s an interesting writing exercice and with my Sov muse locked in the closet (by my Methos muse with some help from a visiting Duncan muse) I thought I’d try my hands at this. So Freya here’s your snippet.
Chantal
June 17 1999
SEARCH AND DESTROY TAG GAME
Drabble #1
Heavy breath. Heart pounding wildly. Freya was running for her life. Opening the linen closet’s door, she glanced around, making sure the corridor was deserted. All her senses on alert. She ventured outside her hiding place. 5 doors away from the safe heaven of the therapy room. 5 doors and one corridor intersection. Carefully she started towards heaven hugging the wall.
She stopped, picking up a scent she knew too well. Sprinting, she ran across the intersection noticing the shadow of the stalker. A loud "I got you now!!!" echoed in the corridor. Sov was on her heels. Freya could feel his heat in her back. She made a turn into the first opened office and locked the door. Useless move. The door was taken out in one move. Reaching for Freya, Sov pounced and kissed her. Leaving her feeling like a puddle of goo on the floor.
Sov whispered in a wicked tone "Tag. You’re IT, darling." And ran out of the office.
Drabble #2
Freya became conscious again. "Rats.. He got me. Where did he go?" Freya got up and ran out, trying to figure out Sov’s hiding place. "Where? Where would he hide? Danaan’s place? Nope, too obvious…Melite’s office? Nah.. she’s in therapy with Kull. Intrigue’s studio? Maybe…"
Freya took off in the direction of KSHQ photo studio. Standing near the door, she heard giggles. Peeking into the window she saw Sov laying on a black fur rug in front of a fake fireplace. Carefully opening the door, she jumped into the picture perfect setting as Intrigue was clicking away.
"Hey.. what do you think you are doing Freya?" Intrigue shouted.
"Love, you are definitely IT!" Freya kissed Sov on the chin and pinch one of his cheek (I’m not saying which one ) and took off in a hurry.
Sov roared and went into hot pursuit. Not noticing that Freya had closed and locked the studio door behind her. Oups.. another door bites the dust.
Drabble #3
Freya was hiding in her office. Under her desk. With a chair blocking her door. She waited. Not for long.
A loud sound announce the arrival of her pursuer. After some yelling, cracking and destroying were done, Sov got hold of his prey. "Darling, we have to stop meeting like this.. people will talk…"
Freya smiled at him from the other side of her desk. "Darling, I really don’t give a fig what people think. Come here let’s make some noise!!!"
A few kisses, licks, bites, hickeys, moans, shouts, yells later Sov whispered to Freya. "You are definitely IT for me."
Freya just shrugged and smiled the smile of the very very pleased.