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fandomtownies2009-06-07 06:14 am
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2009-06-07 06:14 am
From The Isle of Ikea to Fandom And Back, Late Saturday Night
Some time in the late hours of night, some flotsam drifted gently towards the coast of Fandom. It looked like just another piece of driftwood at a distance, but once it hit Fandom's shores, that illusion vanished. It was a desk, and a formidable desk at that, definitely towards the upper price range at your local IKEA. It was engraved, and embossed, and worked into the surface was a small circle of metal.
Around Fandom, the flowers closed up, and their pollen fell away. Then a stiff breeze picked up, tearing the petals off. They danced across the island for a few long minutes before being whisked away towards the Isle of IKEA up afar. They settled there, atop the furniture, and yet again nothing happened.
Until something did.
There was a fizzle and then a loud shriek as something shot up into the air and-- exploded into a thousand blue and yellow sparkles that burned brightly and briefly in the night skies. Another flare of light, and the candles on the enormous cake on the center of the Isle suddenly came alight in blues and yellows.
On Fandom, little crabs settled under the desk, and carried it gently into the island's waiting arms.
The plaque read simply, Will you marry me?.
One of the crabs chewed on a leg of the desk, and was promptly eaten by a passing sea gull.
[[ and sex week is over! wooo! ]]
Around Fandom, the flowers closed up, and their pollen fell away. Then a stiff breeze picked up, tearing the petals off. They danced across the island for a few long minutes before being whisked away towards the Isle of IKEA up afar. They settled there, atop the furniture, and yet again nothing happened.
Until something did.
There was a fizzle and then a loud shriek as something shot up into the air and-- exploded into a thousand blue and yellow sparkles that burned brightly and briefly in the night skies. Another flare of light, and the candles on the enormous cake on the center of the Isle suddenly came alight in blues and yellows.
On Fandom, little crabs settled under the desk, and carried it gently into the island's waiting arms.
The plaque read simply, Will you marry me?.
One of the crabs chewed on a leg of the desk, and was promptly eaten by a passing sea gull.
[[ and sex week is over! wooo! ]]
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