The Streets of Fandom, Wednesday Night

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

They had had a very good day so far! Many pelts. Still fresh from the kill attack. Jacques and Francoise were rowing up and down the streets at nightfall, looking for a few more furs to add to their pile.

And, of course, singing.

"Et la tête, et la tête.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...
Alouette, gentile Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai."

(OOC: If you ping in here, they will club you and take your clothes. Consider this your warning. ;) )

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[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie watched them for a second or two. "Okay. That's even weird for me."

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

The two rowed to a stop in front of Jamie, smiling brightly.

Francois got out of the canoe, while Jacques continued to sing.

"Je te plumerai le bec ..."

Francois walked up to Jamie. Friendly. Nice. Big smile. Holding the club behind him.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Um. Sorry. I don't speak Spanish," Jamie said looking confused.

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

"Je te plumerai le bec," Jacques sang, undeterred.

Francois was smiling brightly. And then, in one swift movement, he lifted the club and swung it down towards Jamie's head.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

And then there were two Jamies.

Both holding their heads.

"OW! What the fuck?!"

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

That was weird enough to stop the song.

"Jacques!" Francois cried. "He is twins!"

"It is magic! He is a sorceror!" said Jacques.

Francois raised the stick to club the nearest Jamie.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

And then there were more Jamies. "HEY! STOP IT! What is wrong with you freaks?!"

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They stared again.

"Francois," said Jacques in an awed tone. "If we can skin him, he will give us enough pelts for a year."

"I should be hitting harder!" Francois announced.

And thus, Francois began to whale on whatever Jamies were in range. He was a blur of unethical fur-bashing doom.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"SKINNING?!" The Jamies all yeled together as they multiplied like crazy. "THAT'S IT YOU FRENCHIE FROGS! WE'RE GETTING THE GARLIC BUTTER AND RIPPING OFF YOUR LEGS!"

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"You will never take us alive!" Francois announced, smacking furiously at whichever Jamie he could reach.

"We 'ave trapped more dangerous beasts than you!" Jacques announced. "We shall 'ave your pelt!"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"OH NO YOU'RE NOT!" the Jamies all cried in unison and began shoving the freaks back.

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

"Jacques! Jacques, the canoe, hurry!"

Retreat was sometimes the better part of living to trap another day.

Francois jumped into the canoe and both began paddling quickly. Away from the crazy man who was twins who were also twins who all hid inside each other and that would have been a very good kill, but sometimes, the risks were far too great.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka had been walking down the street, but he stopped and stared at them.

And stared some more.

"Uh..." he said, tentatively. "Jerry, I... uh. Stole your... donkeys?"

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

"Je te plumerai les jambes," sang Jacques.

Francois walked up to Sokka, smiling. A very big and bright smile.

Again, he held the club behind him. Smiling.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

There was something wrong with the Jerries. Something very, very wrong.

But they were still fun!

"Ja-what??? I think the President will be mighty upset with you."

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

In a flash, Francois brought the club down towards Sokka's head.

Very fun.

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

It took a moment for the attack to register.

"HEY! Now that wasn't very--"

Then Sokka's eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed in a heap. He'd be out for a while.

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

Another pelt! This was so very great.

Francois dragged the boy near to a building and out of the way, and stripped off his pelt. A fine pelt! Blue!

It went on the pile and Jacques and Francois were on their merry way.

"Je te plumerai les jambes,
Et le bec, et le bec ..."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely was jogging when he caught sight of the Jerries. He slowed to a walk and stared.

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

They rowed up to the man and smiled brightly.

Jacques continued to sing while Francois walked up to Seely with a wide grin. Possibly slightly behind ...

"Et la nez, et la nez,
Et la bouche, et la bouche ..."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely continued staring, and slowly backing away.

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

Jacques was still merrily singing.

"Et la tête, et la tête.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..."

In a flash, Francois lifted his club and brought it down towards Seely's head.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely crumpled to the ground. "...ow."

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

Oh, he was still awake! That was all right. Some of them required ze two hits.

Francois swung his club again.

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely was very much with the unconsciousness now.

[sizzler-sisters.livejournal.com]

Hooray! That meant that they could drag him a little out of the way and skin him. His pelt, it was very nice indeed!

They added his fur to their pile and left him near a building, so that no one would run over him.

There was more trapping to be had today. They must sing!

"Alouette, gentile Alouette,
Alouette, je te plumerai."

[socksofcool.livejournal.com]

Seely was now unconscious and half-naked.

Woe.