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*MG runs out of the ballroom as soon as she sees Bluey and Larry kiss*

MG:*whispering to herself* I can't believe this, who does Larry think he is? I mean not only to leave me to marry Bona but now he kisses Bluey? *sigh* I can't take this I need a drink.

*MG witnesses the fight between Mac and Larry standing in shock not knowing what to do praying that he would let Larry go*

MG:*quietly* Oh God please help Larry, Mac would kill him *crying*

*MG walks over to Larry who is on the ground after the scuffle*

MG:*leaning down* Larry are you alright? I was so worried about you. Here let me help you *helps him up and tears off a part of her dress to wrap around the cut of his arm*

Larry:*looks at MG* Thank you Cristy *looks in bluey's direction and thinks to himself* What is wrong with me? I love bluey and I can't take my eyes off her, she's so beautiful.

MG:*looks into Larry's eyes and thinks to herself* I've never stopped loving this man, and I never will *sigh*

Larry:*doesn't know how to react to Cristy and just smiles*

MG:Let me get you a drink Larry *walks off to the bar*

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Meeting Larry:
*MG shows Larry poster*
*Larry reads poster*
*Larry smiles and says "Thank you that's very nice of you"*
*Larry signs paper, shakes MG's hand*
*MG almost dies then sees tearaway pants and gets bad ideas*
 
*She walks up to Bono, who takes her in his arms immediately.*
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Bona: *sobbing now* We're marrying in less than 24 hours and he does this?
*Bono says nothing, but turns Bona around as MacPhisto proceeds to throw Larry through the glass doors and out onto the balcony. She panics as she watches MacPhisto hold Larry over the balcony, ready to drop him. Bona freezes. Yes, she was angry at Larry, but not enough to see him killed. Bluey senses Bona's emotions and rushes out to the balcony. Bluey says some things that seem to calm MacPhisto down, and he slowly lifts Larry over the railing and shoves him back on the floor. Mac and Bluey turn toward each other and he kisses her lightly. The crowd releases some "awwww"s but Bona is disgusted.*
Bona: *to herself* How can she have the gall to kiss him when he just tried to kill my fiancee?
Bono: Bona... *he puts a hand on her shoulder*
*When Mac and Bluey walk in Bona avoids their glances, although Mac does catch her eye breifly. Her look concerns him but he's too enraged to do anything about it. He escorts Bluey out of the room anyway. Larry staggers back into the room, assisted by Adam. The crowd stares as Larry and Bona stare at each other for a moment. Tears stream down Bona's face, half out of hurt and anger, half out of worry for Larry. Bona takes a step toward him and he moves toward her like a bat out of hell, engulfing her in his arms. She holds him tightly.*
Larry: I'm so sorry, Bona.
Bona: I'm just glad you're okay.
Larry: Do you forgive me?
*Bona says nothing, only kisses his neck, cheeks and she traces his jawline then finally finds his lips with hers and he returns her kiss with fervor. The crowd makes a noise like a cross between an "aww" and "woo!" She pulls away after a minute and dives into his eyes.*
Bona: I'm still hurt. And I'm afraid "I'm sorry" isn't enough of a cure... I wish it was.
Larry: Bona, I love you.
Bona: I love you too, Larry. More than anything. C'mon, we need to talk.
*Mullen-Girl is half way over to them with the drink for Larry when she sees him kissing her and them whispering to each other. She freezes and drinks the martini she made herself and heads back to the bar.*
MG: *to herself* Maybe it's better this way...
*Bona and Larry head out of the room and back to theirs. They enter and close and lock the door*
Bona: We're supposed to marry in less than 24 hours and you do this?
Larry: Please forgive me...
Bona: I love you, Larry. More than anything. That's why I'm hurt. I can't help but think that I'm not good enough for you now.
Larry: Bona, no.
Bona: What does she have that I don't? What is it about her, Larry?
Larry: I don't know exactly. She's captivating.
Bona: She's also a temptress now. You see that, right?
Larry: Yes. Maybe that's it.
Bona: You've never fallen for it before though.
Larry: *sitting down on the bed* I don't know, Bona. It's like something in my heart has changed. I love you, but suddenly it's like I'm under some sort of spell that Bluey cast on me.
*Bona is silent*
Larry: Bona, you turned my world upside down. Ever since I met you in Bluey's limo and you asked me to dance, throwing open your robe and I faced you to find that you'd used your underwear as a bikini... you were still wet from the tub...
Bona: Okay. I forgive you, Larry. You knew I would, but you understand why it hurts?
Larry: Yes. I know exactly how you feel. I've been kind of hiding behind you all night, trying to avoid whatever is happening to me. I wish I could stop it... I can't. I love Bluey, Bona. And I really hate to say this, but part of me can't help but wonder if I'm marrying the wrong woman.
Bona: Larry...
Larry: I know that's an awful thing to say, and I don't know why I feel this way. I wish I didn't.
Bona: So now you don't want to marry me?
Larry: NO, I do. I do. I love you and I want this child to have a father. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you tomorrow. Nothing.
*He brushes his lips across hers and brushes her tears away.*
Bona: Since you've said what you need to say, I guess there's something else I should tell you as well.
Larry: Yes?
Bona: There's a good possibility that this baby is MacPhisto's.
*Larry steps back from her and sits on the bed, staring at her when Adam and Bono walk in.*
Adam: Is everything okay?

*In the ballroom, Glinda the Good Witch has walked timidly up to Bono and she speaks in a high, sweet voice*
Glinda: Excuse me?
Bono: Yes?
Glinda: I'm terribly sorry for all this...
*Bono gives her a confused look*
Glinda: I know what's wrong with Larry...
Bono: Yes?
Glinda: You see, I didn't have a gift for the couple and I cast a spell... one that would make him love her forever. But I must have miscast it... I cast it on Larry and the temptress and I failed to see that Bona's not a temptress anymore. Oh, dear this is all my fault.
Bono: Can you fix it?
Glinda: Gosh, I don't know.
Bono: Can you try?
Glinda: Yes I suppose so...
*Bono takes her by the hand and pulls her toward Larry and Bona's room, almost running. He enters to find Adam talking to Larry and Bona across the room.*

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[This message has been edited by Bonavoix (edited 11-28-2001).]
 
NOTE FROM THE WRITER
Just so no one gets confused, this post here is supposed to take place before/during Echo's latest post.
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*After getting slapped repeatedly by several temptresses, the battered but not broken Scottphisto FINALLY realizes he has lost Animatronic Edge*

*He probably could have reacted better*

SCOTTPHISTO: HOLY SMOLDERING FROG CRAP!!! I?VE LOST A.E.!!!!!!!
*Panic*
SCOTTPHISTO: Echo?s gonna kill me?
*Again, panic*
SCOTTPHISTO: *Stops in tracks* Oh God?and she brought her left-handed scissors?
*And yet, more panic*
*Finally, Scottphisto eyes Edge (the real one), mistaking him for A.E.*
SCOTTPHISTO: A.E.!! Oh thank God?
EDGE: Excuse me?
SCOTTPHISTO: Oh my God?you can TALK!! Wait?yer POSSESSED, aren't you? Dammit...there's so many supernatural beings here, one of them must have taken Robo-Edge!! *Grabs Edge on both sides of his head* GET OUT, EVIL BEING!! LEAVE THIS GOOD KIND ROBOT ALONE!!! OUI!! OUI!! AND BOOM-CHA!!!!
EDGE: *Firmly removes Scottphisto?s hands* What the HELL are you doing?
SCOTTPHISTO: I?m?oh wait?yer The Edge, aren?t you?
EDGE: That?s Mr. The Edge to you?and you are?
SCOTTPHISTO: Oh, I?m Scottphisto. *Tips hat* Echo?s protege. Sorry, I mistook you for your robotic doppelganger.
EDGE: Right. Say, I?ve been looking for Echo. You know where I can find her?
SCOTTPHISTO: She?s looking for you, actually. I haven?t seen her in a bit... *Looks around*?there she is. Up on the balcony.
EDGE: *Spies his goal* Right. Thanks. *Walks off*
SCOTTPHISTO: *Calling after him* Sorry 'bout the whole "possessed" thing!
EDGE: *polite wave* *under breath* Wanker?

*Scottphisto is still panicky. He has yet to find Animatronic Edge, and Echo is upstairs surveying the entire floor. *

SCOTTPHISTO: *looks in closet* No robot here! *bathroom* Nope! *turns to walk out of bathroom?thinks?looks in toilet* Hmpf. Didn't think so?*looks at Bono* Hey, Bono, lift up yer feet, man?*Bono, confused, lifts up one*[/b] Nope?*then the other* Dammit. *Scottphisto continues into the main hall*

BONO: *To Glinda* Who the hell was that wanker?
GLINDA: Oh that was Scottphisto. He's Echo's prot?g?. I hear he knew Macphisto before he was so glamorous.
BONO: Really...

*Scottphisto continues searching, looking everywhere from under tables to behind paintings to down women's dresses? (SCOTTPHISTO: *Smirking* Hey, he could be ANYwhere?)?when, finally, he spies A.E. over by AnPhisto and Paul, sitting and talking?well, nodding anyway*

SCOTTPHISTO: THERE YOU ARE!! I've been looking everywhere for you! I looked in the closet, the toilet, behind that painting, under that table, under Bono?
ANPHISTO: *Confused* Why did you look under Bono?
SCOTTPHISTO: Well, I figured what better place to find something that's lost than at the center of the universe? And luckily, he was in the same house as me.
ANPHISTO: Well, I suppose you have a point?Well, A.E., it was nice talking with?er, AT you. See you around! *Hugs AE*
A. EDGE: *smiles*
SCOTTPHISTO: Thanks for watching him for me.
ANPHISTO: Anytime!
SCOTTPHISTO: *Once out of earshot* You are GROUNDED, mister! You had me so worried, I-
*A. Edge is looking at him with his puppy dog eyes*
SCOTTPHISTO: ?Dammit. Those puppy dog eyes even work on me! Okay, yer not grounded?
*A. Edge smiles*
SCOTTPHISTO: Well, you want to head to the garden?
A. EDGE: *Nods excitedly*
SCOTTPHISTO: I wonder when dinner is?


[This message has been edited by Scottphisto (edited 12-19-2001).]
 
*The Fly was exhausted. He hadn't slept since he jumped out of bed that fateful morning...being a man willing to improvise, he just found a comfortable spot behind the bar and fell asleep there, hugging a bottle of Jack Daniel's like a teddy bear. He dreamed about fighting and a huge glass breaking and then finally something so cute that a large crowd of people went "Aww" twice. He then dreamt about a large, mean bowling ball that was attacking his head over and over*
Bowling Ball: Hey, wake up you lazy wanker!
*Edge was kicking him lightly in the head with his boot. The Fly streched and sat up, groggy*
Edge: You've been sleeping back here? You actually slept through that?
Fly: *opening the JD* Slept through what?
Edge: Just get up.
*The Fly stood and ran a hand through his hair, looking around.*
Fly: What the Fuck? What happened here?
*Guests were gossiping excitedly and glass from the shattered doors was being cleaned up in a hurry by many servants. People pointed to that balcony furtively*
Edge: Oh, you know the usual...Larry kissed Bluey and Macphisto tried to kill him.
Fly: WHAT!?
Edge: Yeah, he hung him off of the balcony and everything. Good stuff.
Fly: Wait...back up the truck there hombre! Larry KISSED Bluey? What? Like a little smooch?
Edge: *Pouring a drink for himself* Not exactly, more like tounge wrestling.
Fly: Goddamn him. I'M the other man here! I mean he has to recognize that he's got to be the other OTHER man. I mean, get in LINE! ...Did he really?
Edge: Yeah, I couldn't believe it.
Fly: Okay, see you in a bit.
Edge: Where are you going?
Fly: Well, I think it's my turn to go beat on Mr Mullen for a while!
Edge: *Catching Fly by the jacket* Oh shut up. She shoved him away, besides Mac pretty much took it out of him.
Fly: Yeah?
Edge: yeah, now go away, I'm bartending. Take your JD with you.
Fly: Well, you know...had I been awake, I would have given him a good beating too! I'm as outraged as anyone.
Edge: Whatever...all that would have happened is that Mac would have used you to hit Larry with. Now go find something else to do, or I'm keeping the JD.
Fly: Fine, fine.
*The Fly wandered through the crowd, he heard snippets of conversations as he passed: so they're having an affair!?...I heard that Macphisto is marrying that girl that the groom kissed...She's been sleeping with everything that moves At this, the Fly spun around and snapped at the uppity old woman who made the last comment*
Fly: HEY! I'll have you know that she is an absolute angel...an ANGEL you old broad! And what's more she's not a slut, she's a...a two man woman ONLY! She's not interested in Mr. Mullen! So shut your trap!
Old woman: Oh my, I was talking about my favorite soap young man.
Fly: Oh...yeah. I knew that, I was talking about it too. I love that show.
*The Fly grimaced and left the ballroom, looking for Bluey. He needed to talk to her. He still hadn't explained about the fight with Mac earlier and he just NEEDED to talk to her. Problem was, he knew she wasn't interested in a conversation. For whatever reason. He stopped outside a door...it was her voice on the other side. He couldn't help but lean in a little...But he couldn't quite hear what she was saying. Suddenly the door swung open. The Fly leapt backwards, hiding around the corner, Bluey and Macphisto walked out calmly. She had changed into a black dress, and The Fly stared after her. The couple walked arm in arm back to the ballroom, talking softly to each other. Macphisto stopped just before they entered and took her hands in his. He talked for a while, very seriously and when he had finished, he kissed her again. She nodded and kissed him back. The Fly's blood boiled and he looked away. When he looked again, they were gone.*
Fly: Well why will she talk to that over jealous bastard, but not to me? *He froze and a smile spead over his face...The Fly had an idea. A brilliant, wonderful idea. He rubbed his chin for a second and then set out for the ballroom, humming the mission impossible theme.*
 
* Echo seems to have arrived early for dinner. When she shows up, few guests have taken their seats. The illustrious host is missing, as are many of his close companions. Echo glides by the table, which is cluttered with place cards. ApparentlyMacPhisto was wise enough to assure that divas would not be seated too near one another, nor would Adam have to risk being seated across the table from Naomi Campbell. *

* She reads the place cards: ...Pavarotti...Animatronic Edge... ScottPhisto...Echo...Glinda....AnPhisto...The Fly...Edge...*

* When all eyes are averted, Echo plucks Glinda's card from its place and switches it with Edge's card. *

* ScottPhisto enters, accompanied by Animatronic Edge. Echo waves him over. *

ECHO: Are you having fun here?

SCOTTPHISTO: *nervous* Oh, it's been a blast.

ECHO: Is Animatronic Edge behaving himself?

SCOTTPHISTO: *cough* Sure. No worries.

ECHO: *suspicious* Okay, well that's good. Sit, sit!

* The three seat themselves and chat. *

ECHO: ...and you found the garden? Oh remind me to tell you that story...Edge was at death's door...

SCOTTPHISTO: Speaking of... *nods and gestures for Echo to turn around*

EDGE: I see I've been assigned a seat next to yours.

ECHO: Yes, isn't MacPhisto thoughtful?

SCOTTPHISTO: He's sitting here?

EDGE: That's what the card says.

SCOTTPHISTO: *despondent* Oh.

ECHO: Something wrong?

SCOTTPHISTO: What? No, no...

*Edge sits, hesitantly.*

ECHO: Relax, would you? *Edge says nothing* Oh, come on, you didn't really think I was gonna rape you out there on the balcony, did you?

EDGE: I've heard people talk about you. You've been known to do some pretty dangerous things.

ECHO: Surely you jest! Hey, is this about that rent boy I picked up in London? Look, when my buddy Vinnie said that for fifteen hundred dollars he could make anyone disappear, I swear I thought he meant it was like a magic trick!

SCOTTPHISTO: So what does Animatronic Edge do during these dinners? I mean, if he can't talk and can't eat?

ECHO: He plays "Pong," usually.

SCOTTPHISTO: "Pong"?

ECHO: I programmed him, during social activities that he can't participate in, to switch his visual sensors to internal function, and he plays Pong against himself.

SCOTTPHISTO: "Pong"?

ECHO: Did I stutter?

SCOTTPHISTO: But...of all the games! Why not "Resident Evil 2"?

ECHO: Dude, it took me like two weeks just to put the "Pong" program together!

SCOTTPHISTO: Can't you just stick a game cartridge in him?

ECHO: He's not a Commodore 64, Scott!

SCOTTPHISTO: Sorry. *to Edge* So what do you think of Animatronic Edge?

EDGE: Oh, em...I'm very flattered.

ECHO: Don't lie to my friends. *candidly, to ScottPhisto* He thinks it's creepy.

EDGE: You know what? *tosses napkin on table* I'm not hungry. I think I'm just gonna leave.

ECHO: Wait! I --- *to ScottPhisto* I'll be right back.

SCOTTPHISTO: Do you have to go chas---

*But Echo is already gone.*
 
*AnPhisto gets a seat with A.E. waiting for ScottPhisto to end his conversation with the temptress. A. E. is now happy playing with his kitten and An is watching the couples dancing on the dancefloor, when she almost freezes at a shocking scene, as the rest of the presents in the ballroom *

An: * Mutes Very Shocked* Oh my Father Below...

*A. E. looks towards Bluey and Larry and without helping it: blushes*

An: *To A. E.* I know.... I know... I just cannot believe it...


*AnPhisto suddenly notices Bona and Mac over the other side still in awe. An then she saw MG with her mouth hanging open. MG ran outside the ballroom, shocked by what she saw*
 
*Bona walks into the room and sees Larry at the bar talking to Mullen-Girl. He looks a little troubled and says something to her, then he rises and walks up to Bluey. Bona strides over to MacPhisto and Adam.*
Bona: Good evening, gentlemen.
*MacPhisto looks at her and smiles, but seems a bit nervous. His voice shakes when he speaks.*
MacPhisto: Good evening, Bona. How's the lovely bride faring tonight? *he instinctively wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her temple.*
Bona: Wonderful, Mackie. Thank you.
*The three chat amiably for a minute, and MacPhisto cannot help but be captivated by Bona's beauty. She looks so fragile, so delicate and he does not remove his arm from her waist. He starts to think that maybe this isn't just transferred lust afterall...*
MacPhisto: *glancing over and seeing Bluey and Larry dancing* Bona, can I have this dance?
Bona: Sure.
*They start to walk toward the dance floor, rather in tempo to the music, Wonderful Tonight, Eric Clapton. They both freeze, however when MacPhisto looks over and grabs Bona's arm urgently. They look over and Larry is kissing Bluephisto rather hard and she shoves him away. Bona's entire body runs hot then cold immediately with shock. MacPhisto has no reaction but stands stock still. Bona's knees start to give way and Mac reaches over and catches her before she falls. She regains her strength but cannot move. She stares at Larry, shocked and hurt. He looks back at her, cold and hurt as well. Bona slowly starts to walk over to him.*
Bona: *voice shaking* What was that?
Larry: I... I... Bona, I...
Bona: You what?
Larry: I don't know what's happening to me. Well, I do, but...
Bona: Yes?
Larry: I don't know where it's coming from. I can't explain it, but it's like something's changed me. I love her, Bona.
*Suddenly Bona knows exactly how Larry felt when she'd slept with MacPhisto.*
Bona: I see. Larry, how much have you had to drink?
Larry: I'M NOT DRUNK! I had a rum and coke earlier but nothing else.
Bona: Well there's certainly something running through your system, because you haven't been yourself lately.
Larry: I know, I---
*He is cut off when MacPhisto reaches over and grabs him by the shirt collar and slams him up against the wall.*
MacPhisto: What the fuck were you thinking?
*Bona is so angry that she doesn't bother telling MacPhisto to stop and let Larry go. She only backs away, a cold stare aimed at Larry as he begs her to say something. She walks up to Bono, who takes her in his arms immediately. Across the room, MacPhisto still holds Larry against the wall and he's struggling to free himself. He jerks a knee up into MacPhisto's stomach and is free. Mac lunges for Larry again...*
 
*MG walks drunkenly into the diningroom where AE and Scottphisto are sitting and finds her seat. She notices that Mac made her sit next to Larry and she sighs*

MG:*sigh* Well I guess I have to sit next to Larry but in the mean time I'll go talk to Scottphisto.

MG:*walks up to Scottphisto* Hi Scott how are you?

Scottphisto: Hi, well i'm fine just here with AE.

MG:*to AE* well you're looking handsome tonight aren't you?

AE:*bluuuuuuuuuush*

MG:*smiles* I saw Echo running out, who was she after?

Scottphisto: Oh she was just after Edge, it seems like she did something to freak him out.

MG:Oh I see, God this place is depressing me, I mean I haven't seen most these people since I broke up with Larry. *sigh* And I can't believe Mac is having me sit next to him.

Scottphisto: Do you still love him?

MG:*starts to cry* Yes, I still love him with all my heart, and it hurts me that he's going to marry Bonaphisto, but she is with child, and his, so I guess I have no choice but to give up and keep quiet about my feelings. I don't want to start any chaos or anything, I just came to see my friends, one of my friends marry the love of my life. Excuse me. *walks out and into the bathroom and cries silently locking herself in*

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The U2 revolution has been reinstated.

THE Larry Mullen Jr. Page
http://www.geocities.com/kiti_regia/index.html

Meeting Larry:
*MG shows Larry poster*
*Larry reads poster*
*Larry smiles and says "Thank you that's very nice of you"*
*Larry signs paper, shakes MG's hand*
*MG almost dies then sees tearaway pants and gets bad ideas*

[This message has been edited by Mullen-Girl (edited 11-29-2001).]
 
*After ScottPhisto takes with him A. E. , AnPhisto decides to check on Mullen-Girl*


An: *taking Paul's face on her hands* Listen, sexy: I'm going to looks for MG and see how is she doing. Ok, baby? *kisses his lips*

Paul: Ok. Meanwhile I'll go with Guggi and Gavin.

An: Deal. * she rans and blows him a kiss*


*AnPhisto looks for Mullen-Girl everywhere when finally she enters the ladies restroom and hears someone crying*


An:*knocking on the toilet door* MG? is that you child?

*Mullen-Girl stops her crying but she still is moaning. She doesn't answer*

An: Please answer me, MG. It is I, AnPhisto. Open the door please.

MG: *opens the door still with tears running down her face*

*An hugs her thightly and wipes the tears from MG's eyes*

An:Why are you crying , darling? I know it must be shocking to see Larry kissing another woman who's not Bona. But I also thought you accepted the fact he wasn't going to end up with you.

MG: *sobbing* but it hurts so much...

An: looking straight at her eyes I think Bona should be the one crying like you right now

MG: But she isn't. I saw her very calm with him. They went together to their room.

An: *nodding* Yes I saw that.

MG: She must love him as much as I do, An. And I can't help feeling jealous . But she also is my friend, and I wish her the best with Larry. I wish only the best for Larry.

An: I only wish you could be as happy as Bona, dear. Maybe you will, but : With another man.

MG: *looking at the floor* I really don't think so. He's the man for me.

An: I hate to say this but, he WAS yours . Now he belongs and wants to belong to Bona.

MG: I'm affraid so. I'll have to deal with it.

*Both hug each other and their smiles appear*

An: Feeling better?

MG: Actually, yes. But I think I need some resting.

An: Don't you want to eat something?

MG: I'd rather take a nap. I'm beginning to feel dizzy. I guess I drank too many martinis. But thanks for the offer.

An: Ok then. Let me lead you to an empty room. I'll go to look for Paul. Maybe he's starving as me

*both girls smile*


*AnPhisto finds a room for Mullen-Girl and then she heads towards the ballroom, seeking for Paul. She finds him hanging up the cell phone he's carrying , with a look of concern on his face*

An: *noticing something is wrong* What happened? Is something wrong, Paul?

Paul:*taking her hands* I believe we need to talk , precious

An: *nodding* Alright. We can't talk on the dinner table. I'm very hungry and ...

Paul:*interrupting* We need to talk alone, An. Come with me

*Paul leads her to an Upstairs room and locks the door*

An: *very serious* What IS happening???

*He takes seat on the bed and lights a cigar*

Paul: Ok , here it goes...
 
*He brushes his lips across hers and brushes her tears away.*
Bona: Since you've said what you need to say, I guess there's something else I should tell you as well.
Larry: Yes?
Bona: There's a good possibility that this baby is MacPhisto's.
*Larry steps back from her and sits on the bed, staring at her when Adam and Bono walk in.*
Adam: Is everything okay?
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Larry: Did you know about this?
Adam: *lost at first, but then realizing what Larry's talking about* Yes.
Larry: When did this come up?
Adam: A few hours ago...
Larry: *rising from the bed* Fuck!
*Adam walks over to him and speaks calmly*
Adam: Larry, nothing is certain yet. In fact I'm willing to say that the odds are against this child being MacPhisto's---
Bono: Larry I'd like to introduce you to someone.
*Adam, Bona and Larry spin around to see Bono standing next to a delicate woman dressed in a rather large pink dress with a very tall crown and red hair. She looks frightened. Larry has a look of utter disbelief on his face*
Larry: Who's this?
Adam: Don't you recognize her?
Larry: Vaguely.
Bono: Have you seen "The Wizard of Oz?"
Larry: *dawning on him* Oh right. Glinda.
Glinda: Yes, dear. That's me.
*Larry turns away and cringes. He couldn't help but think that this was a load of crap.*
Bono: Glinda here know's what's happening to you.
Larry: I know what's happening to me, Bono. I'm falling in love with another woman.
Bono: Let me rephrase that, Larry--
Glinda: No, let me. Larry, I'm responsible for what's happening to you.
*Larry and Bona both spin around and look at her, amazed.*
Bona: What?
Glinda: I didn't have a gift for the two of you, so I cast a spell on him that would make him love you passionately forever *She waves her arms wistfully and Larry rolls his eyes and she freezes* ...but I miscast it. I cast it on "Larry and the temptress"---
Larry: And Bona's not a temptress anymore. Thanks, Glinda. That explains a lot.
Glinda: Dearie me, I am so sorry. I've caused trouble, haven't I?
Larry: *sarcastically* Nooooooo, I hadn't noticed.
Bona: *trying not to crack up* Larry!
Larry: Glinda, can you fix this?
Glinda: I honestly don't know, I've never miscast a spell before so I don't really know a lot of the counter-spells...
*The other four in the room simultaneously roll their eyes*
Bona: Well, dinner's starting, we really should go join the party.
Larry: You're right. Glinda, we'll leave you here to figure out what you're going to do and we're going to go eat. You can fix this after dinner.
Glinda: Okay! Do be careful will you?
Larry: Of course.
*The four leave Glinda in the room and head out to the dining room. Bona quickly finds her seat, but notices that Larry's card is not next to hers. Larry is wandering around and finally finds his card way across the room, next to MG. He finds MacPhisto and points out the error.*
Larry: Mac, there's been some kind of mistake... surely I should be at the head table?
MacPhisto: Of course. I wonder who made that error...
Larry: Thanks, Mac.
*Larry takes his card and moves it next to Bona's, noticing that Bono's card has been placed next to hers. He merely switches them, placing Bono's card next to MG's. He takes his place next to Bona, feeling kind of bad for MG.*
Bona: What's wrong, love?
Larry: Someone tried to sit me next to my ex-girlfriend...
Bona: MG? That's odd...
Larry: I mean I feel bad for her, you know? She still loves me and I know this is going to be hard for her to watch.
Bona: What can we do though?
Larry: I don't know... She came for sake of you. You're one of her friends...
Bona: That's why we invited her. Why does it seem like everything is coming between us now?
Larry: *turning to her and taking her face in his hands* Listen. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you. I want to be a good father...
Bona: Don't marry me just because I'm with your child...
Larry: *kiss* No, no, no, no. I would never do that. *kiss* I'm marrying you because I love you. I'm marrying you because you're the love of my life, nothing will change that. Not even a spell.
Bona: Good.
*She kisses him lightly and the people in the room "aww." Larry smiles and waves it off and turns to his salad when Bluey walks in. It looks like she's barely able to walk and MacPhisto rushes over to help her. Again Larry freezes at the sight of Bluey...*
 
*After having three women walk away quickly after talking with him, Scottphisto decides to "FECK IT ALL TO HECK" and continue his meal*

SCOTTPHISTO: *Munch munch munch* You know, my animatronic ally, I think this meal would be great with ketch-
*Suddenly, a knife is flung, sticking into Scottphisto's steak. He looks up, and eyes Andre, who's glaring at him from across the dining room with his arms crossed and a dozen knives in his hand. Scottphisto gulps*

SCOTTPHISTO: A-as I was saying, this meal is perfect! My compliments to the cook! A.E., are you asleep? A.E.? *Notices A. Edge's eyes are glazed over* Aww, nuts. He's playing Pong. Aw, well...

*Scottphisto continues dinner, occasionally engaging in conversation with people he really doesn't know. The conversations don't last long. Most people just think he's a Macphisto knock-off. None of them realize he's NOT a knock-off. In fact, he's not even a true Phisto. He's something else entirely...*

*Scottphisto glances repeatedly in the direction of Echo's departure, debating whether or not to go after her. "Why am I worrying about it?" He thinks. "She's probably just pouncing on the dear lad. Good for her. She'll finally get what she wants. And, I'm happy for her. *sigh* Yeah, just keep telling yourself that. Who knows? Maybe eventually you'll actually believe it."*

*Scottphisto continues eating silently, deep in thought*



[This message has been edited by Scottphisto (edited 11-29-2001).]
 
*Macphisto entered the opulent red dining hall and surveryed the guests calmly. Good, everyone seemed to have recovered from the incident in the ballroom earlier. Almost everyone else was seated and the servers were already dishing out salad, the sound of conversation, crystal clinking, and napkins rustling filled the expansive room. Macphisto had taken great care with the seating arrangements, so many guests were famous, infamous or from either heaven or hell that a misstep in who had to endure whom would have been potentially fatal. He smiled graciously, took his seat at the head of the very long table, and paused. Larry was seated directly to his left with Bona. Larry looked up at him warily, Macphisto nodded and just tried to find somewhere else to look. Bluephisto's empty chair was to his right. Macphisto cursed quietly. Bluey would be sitting directly opposite Larry for the enitre meal, which according to his chefs, would be quite a long time. Fishy walked by and stopped to chat*
Fishy: Macphisto! What a lovely dining hall...
Macphisto: Thank you, I am happy to put it to good use.
Fishy: Where is Bluey? Is she coming? She wasn't feeling well earlier. *Fishy gasped a little, she wasn't supposed to say anything! Macphisto examined her face closely as he replied*
Macphisto: She decided to change into a different gown, she should be down momentarily....What is this about her not feeling well Fishy?
Fishy: Oh, she ...uhh, yeah. She said she had a bit of a headache before, but it was just a few too many martinis. *Macphisto didn't need to be an angel to sense Fishy was hiding something*
Macphisto: You know, Fishy dear, I can sense it when someone is lying to me. *Fishy turned a little red and began to stammer when Macphsito looked behind him and stood up quickly.*
Macphisto: Excuse me, Fishy.
*Bluey had changed into a long bright blue dress. She was easily the most elegant woman in the room, but she was whiter than a sheet of paper, and looked so weak that she could barely walk. Trying to do so without calling undue attention to them, Macphisto quickly stopped her, taking her arms and looking at her, alarmed.*
Macphisto: Bluey! What happened?
Bluephisto: What do you mean?
Macphisto: You can barely stand dearest! What's happening to you? Fishy said you were sick earlier, why didn't you tell me? Do you need to rest?
Bluephisto:*Waving off the notion.*Nonsense, I feel perfectly normal, I'm just a little tired, that's-
Macphisto: You're lying.
Bluephisto: No darling, I'm not-
Macphisto: *Quietly but intensely* Yes you are! You are lying and you are scaring me. What is going on!? Why won't you tell me?
Bluephisto: Mackie, please, *She winds her arms around his neck and looks up at him with huge, brilliant eyes* I just want to sit down and have a nice, normal supper. We can talk later.
Macphisto: You're frightening me, dearest.
Bluephisto: We'll talk after supper, I promise. *He still looks concerned so she smiles at him brightly and tries to cheer him up* You look very handsome, this is my favorite suit on you.
Macphisto: *He can't help but smile, but he doesn't want to let her off the hook* Bluey...
Bluephisto: You look so young! I am obvously the luckiest woman in the room.
Macphisto: Thank you darling, and you look breathtaking as usual. *Macphisto smiles, flattered, but he takes her small hands in his and reminds her with all the seriousness he is capable of when she is being so charming*But we are going to have a serious talk after supper.
Bluephisto: Of course.
Macphisto: Very well then *They turn and take their places at the table. Larry looks down at his salad plate, trying very hard not to look at Bluey. Knowing what made him fall in love with her does not weaken the effect she has on him. Her dress makes her eyes look like sapphires and her long dark hair is down around her shoulders. Bona notices Larry's struggle and begins to resent Bluey for it. She squeezes Larry's hand under the table and whispers something in his ear. He looks down even more. As the courses are served and the wine flows, everybody relaxes a little. Bluey and Macphisto are absorbed in each other, Bona and Larry talk, and Adam and ScottPhisto further down the table seem deep in conversation. As she glances at the guests, Bluey notices Adam stealing glances at Fishy, who is almost at the end of the table. She smiles to herself...maybe she could arrange something for those two, Adam was extraordinarily shy and would avoid a woman if he was attracted to her. Bluey reached for the salt when her hand collided with another, which wrapped around hers for a second. She looked up, Larry was staring at her and holding her hand, and the salt.*
Bluephisto: Oh, sorry Larry. Here, you can have the salt..*She removed her hand from his with some effort. He looked down, then up again at her with sad eyes*
Larry: Yeah, thanks sorry about that, Bluey.
*Macphisto watched Larry like hawk as he carefully moved his hand back across the table. An uncomfortable silence ensued at the head of the table.*
Bona: What a charming dress Bluey.
Bluey: Oh thank you Bona.
Bona: I was going to wear one just like it, but I decided to try something a little more modest.
*Even Larry looked at Bona, startled by the catty comment. Bona was obviously seething at Bluey, and Bluey looked over her glass of wine at Bona, remembering all the times she wished Bona would just dissapear.*
Bluey: Umm, thank you Bona. Your dress is just... lovely...Excuse me everyone, I'll be right back. *Bluey left her chair and wandered to the other end of the table, where she started to talk to Fishy. Macphisto glared at Bona, Bluey certainly didn't need this right now*
Macphisto: Bona...that was a little uncalled for don't you think? *Bona replied but Macphisto didn't hear her, across the room he saw Bluey being intercepted by The Fly...this was really the last thing he needed. He pulled his chair out, ready to stand up, but Bluey seemed to tell him off and walked away. Macphisto relaxed as The Fly sat down again, defeated beside Glinda the Good Witch.*

The Fly: Damn. I just don't get it.
Glinda: Whatever is the matter?
The Fly: I dunno, she used to love me and now she won't even talk to me...she's marrying a big jerk instead.
Glinda: Oh I'm sure he's not that bad.
The Fly: Always has been, always will...Oh hey! It's time for toasts! Wooooo!

*Bluey took her seat again between Adam and Macphisto and Adam stood up, raising his glass in a toast.*
Adam: I'd like to propose a toast to the lovely couple, who I've known for as long as they've been together. *Adam went on for about a minute, when Bluey smiled. She felt a foot creeping up her leg, pushing her skirt aside gently under the table, Macphisto was easily bored at dinners like these, and when he was bored he got flirtacious*...And so, everyone raise you glasses to the bride and groom to be! *Everyone clinked glasses, Bluey just kind of raised hers, preoccupied. She smiled at Macphisto, he smiled back and winked. They played this game through the next three speeches, Bluey was trying very hard to keep from giggling or sighing. Finally, Macphisto stood up to give his speech...Bluey gasped. Someone's foot was still running up and down her legs. She looked across the table, Larry sat with his arms crossed staring at the floor but blushing a little. Bluey kicked the foot away under the table and even hug the heel of her shoe in a little. Larry grimaced almost imperceptibly.*
Macphisto: And furthermore...although I am hardly the first, allow me to join everyone here in wishing Bona and Larry a long and happy marriage - *He paused, he could sense Bluey's sudden horror and embarassment. She was not looking at him. He looked at Larry and sensed desire and frustration. Macphisto clenched his jaw before he concluded his speech*- A long and happy marriage with each other .
*The guests applauded and he sat down again, fuming. He wasn't sure what happened here but he knew enough...He picked up a steak knife from his setting and admired it, the light glinting from the blade. He talked to Larry without looking at him in a soft, controlled voice*
Macphisto: Were you aware Larry, that I sent all the way to Siberia for these particular knives?
Larry: *Not sure he should answer* Umm, no. No I wasn't.
Macphisto: I adore these because they are so preternaturally sharp that they can saw right through bone. Well human bone anyway...You humans are remarkably fragile... Would you care to see the rest of the collection? I keep them all in the basement. I can arrange a tour if you so choose. *His meaning is abundantly clear to Larry.*
Larry: That's okay...*The waiters were now clearing the dessert plates and music is starting in the ballroom again* I'm gonna go dance with my wife now...Nice toast, thanks. *He rises and takes Bona on to the dance floor. Macphisto turns to Bluey who is looking at Adam and Fishy talking to each other in the doorway to the ballroom*
Macphisto: New couple?
Bluephisto: Hopefully, they'd be perfect together.
Macphisto: About that talk...
Bluephisto: Oh, but Mackie! Listen! *The band starts to play "The Way you Look Tonight* It's our song. Come on, we can dance first.
Macphisto: Alright one dance, but then we have to talk about this.
*Macphisto and Bluephisto make their way to the dance floor, remembering the first time they danced to this. Feeling slightly re-energized from dinner, Bluey flirts with her future husband playing with her new temptress abilities like a child with a gun. He smiles, utterly drawn in by her intensity, forgetting there is anyone else in the room. Bluey takes his hands and places them on her hips, smiling. She can have no idea what she's doing to him, Macphisto feels dizzy and can't think clearly, for the first time since becoming an angel, he feels drunk. At the end of the song, he dips her with shaking hands, and she arches back, her eyes closed in pleasure, her long neck stretched out. He can't stop himself anymore, he grabs her and kisses her in front of all his guests ferociously, hungrily, and carries her while they kiss up the stairs to their bedroom. He shuts the door and pushes her up against it, they undress each other quickly, ripping clothes and buttons when they hear arguing voices in the hallway and a loud slapping noise followed by Bona's unmistakeable voice.*
Bona: Larry! HOW COULD YOU!?
Larry: Bona...wait..
 
Originally posted by Ana:
An: *very serious* What IS happening???

*He takes seat on the bed and lights a cigar*

Paul: Ok , here it goes...
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An: *raises her voice a little* Just say what you need to

Paul: Well... Um... the thing is...

An:*shouting at his face*NOW PAUL!!! JUST SAY THE GOD DAMN THING!!!

Paul:*shouting loudly* ALI CALLED ME! THERE YOU HAPPY *feeling sorry* Oh shit! *he rans his hands thru his black locks. He sighs and looks towards the window*

*They remain silent for a moment.Then Paul turns over and tries to caress An's cheek, while she is sitting on the sofa and looking at the ground*

Paul: Precious, I...

An: *stands upfrom the sofa and walks away from him* DON'T YOU DARE TO TOUCH ME MR. HEWSON! *points at Paul*You mister should be running to her right now. Isn't that what you REALLY wanted?? To kiss her, to feel her, to make love to her? Go on you bastard! But DON'T COME BACK TO ME!!

Paul:*frezzed by An's violent reaction* But, An I...

An: SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!!!! *starts to cry*

Paul: *approching her* Just let me explain. Let me...

An: *wiping the tears away and grins oddly* You know what? I don't need this. In fact I don't need you at all. Because I am a temptress. And I can get any man I want. You hear me?! WHOEVER I WANT!!!

Paul: *desperate* WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!?

*An grabs her coat and rushes to the door. Paul grabs her by the wrist and she gives to him a fiery look. Raging as she is, her blood is boiling, and she burns Paul's hand. Paul lets her go still in awe as An grabs the door knob*

An:*slowly* That will show you not to mess with me anymore, you fucking son of BinLaden!

*An opens the door and slams it very hard. She runs down on the stairway and figures out something to do*

An: *in her mind* Crap! I can't feel this. I have to forget this feeling or even try to. But how? What can I do?

*Then she remembers MG. She runs to her room desperate to make her sorrows dissapear. She gets to MG's room and knocks hard on the door*

An:Mullen-Girl! Mullen-Girl!! Wake up!

*MG opens the door with a sleepy face*

MG: An? What are you doing here?I supposed you were with Paul eating supper with the other guests. What happened?

An:*looking sad* A lot. Bono and I had a fight.

MG:*surprised, covers her mouth* Oh goodness! *hugs An*

An: I feel terrible, MG.

MG: To tell you the truth: Me too. Why don't we head to the bar, drink something and then you'll tell me what happened, ok darling?

An:*nods and follows Mullen-Girl to the bar*
 
Larry: I'm gonna go dance with my wife now...Nice toast, thanks. *He rises and takes Bona on to the dance floor.*
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*Larry leads her out onto the dance floor and wraps his arms around her waist. She draws herself closer to him and presses her cheek against his neck.*
Bona: What was that about, Larry?
Larry: What was what about?
Bona: Why did MacPhisto just threaten you?
Larry: How'd you know that was a threat?
Bona: I've known Mackie for a very long time and I know his subtle threats when I hear them. What happened?
Larry: Nothing.
Bona: Well you must have done something to provoke him, he doesn't make threats for no reason, Larry.
Larry: He's still hung up on that kiss...
Bona: No, he's not. *She brushes her lips across his neck and traces the tip of her tounge along it, using seduction to weaken him* Larry, I can tell you're lying to me. What happened?
Larry: I just... I just...
Bona: What? *she searches his face and suddenly remembers watching Bluey giggling and smiling at MacPhisto from across the table, flirting very heavily, then how she suddenly turned red and almost angry, glaring at Larry. It dawns on her what happened.* Lars, you didn't...
Larry: I couldn't help it...
Bona: Larry, what were you doing?
Larry: *looking down, ashamed* I was running my foot up her leg...
Bona: Under her dress?!!
Larry: Yes...
Bona: *letting go of him and heading up the stairs and down the hall.* Jesus, Larry. We're not even married yet and you're already bored with me?
Larry: Bona, you know it's not entirely my fault!
Bona: Well I didn't see you trying to resist her at all.
Larry: I can't help it, Bona. I love her.
Bona: Apparently more than you love me.
Larry: No, Bona please...
Bona: Fuck it, Larry. Go to her then. Don't just stare at her and wish you could have her.
Larry: Bona!
Bona: No! Go! Take her, kiss her, hold her, get lost in her eyes, FUCK HER!
*He takes her hand, attempting to turn her around and he pulls her to him, right up against him, attempting to kiss her, to prove a point if only to calm her. She feels a hardness between his legs and reels back*
Bona: You purile ass! You're HARD for her!
Larry: Bona, just... *she slaps him hard*
Bona: Larry! HOW COULD YOU!?
Larry: Bona... wait...
*She starts to walk away, not really headed anywhere except away from him. Tears stream like a river down her face, out of pure anger and a new sense of inadequacy compared to Bluey.*
Larry: Bona!!
Bona: Larry, why? Why is it you go all these years being world fucking famous, women constantly throwing themselves at you and you've never once cheated on any of your girlfriends? Why did I have to be the first?
Larry: Playing "footsie" under a table does NOT constitute cheating!
*Bona stands silent, her hands on her hips and breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face.*
Larry: And what about you?! Huh? What about you! You FUCKED MacPhisto *gestures to MacPhisto, who is standing in the hallway in his robe, Bluey close behind him* while I was right across the hallway! He's kissed you countless times, you've gone to him countless times, accepting his advances and I've forgiven you every single fucking time. Every time! Now suddenly a spell gets cast on me and I fall in love with one of your friends purely by accident and you flip out on me?
*Bona is silent, realizing he's absolutely right*
Larry: You know perfectly well that if it weren't for Glinda we would NOT be in this situation right now.
Bona: You still could have held yourself back. I mean I appreciate Bluey's attempts to get back at me for my romps with Mackie but this is our WEDDING!
*Bluey is taken aback at her last comment and steps out from behind MacPhisto*
Larry: She's a temptress, Bona! A temptress! Her beauty is unbelievable to any walking male and I am no exception to that rule!
Bona: Yeah?! Well then how would you feel if I told you I still love MacPhisto? What would you say if I told you the reason I gave in when he seduced me is because I love him?!
*Part of MacPhisto is glad she said that, and part of him warms and is relieved to find that his feelings toward her are mutual. He couldn't help but admit that Bona did look stunning when she was mad.*
Larry: It wouldn't surprise me at all. There's always some other man on your mind, it doesn't ever seem to be me anymore anyway. So it's Mac today, who will it be tomorrow, love? *the last word is spat at her bitterly* Bono? Adam? I know you had your little affair with him too!
Bona: That was three-thousand years ago!
Larry: SO? You keep complimenting him on his smile. You might also be interested in knowing that he also has a rather large---
Bona: And he puts it to excellent use too if I don't say so myself.
*She glares at him, smiling a little with satisfaction at her last comment. Larry glares back and suddenly Bona wavers and loses her balance all together and falls to the floor, completely passed out. MacPhisto rushes over to her and Bluey senses his feelings for her but says nothing for sake of the situation. Adam and Bono come rushing up the stairs and hover over Bona, panicked and worried*
 
*MG stands at the bar with An fixing both of them another Martini, their 6th one*

MG:*looking in the direction of Larry and saying drunkendly* Men are scum, I mean you love them, you give their life to them and what do they do? *hiccups* They throw it in our faces and break our hearts.

An:*nods* Yes I agree, I had a fight with Paul, Ali called him again and I told him to go running back to her, feck it!

MG:*sways and fixes herself another Martini* I love Larry and was willing to give my life for him, and what does he do? He not only fucks with Bona but with BLUEY?!?! what the fuck was that about? *peers and raises her glass* To Men who only are put here to fuck us up! *takes a long swig and falls off her stool*

An:*takes a long drink* Amen to that! *helps MG up*

MG:*giggling* thanks! *sits back down* So who do you think will end up with who?

An:*thinks* It's hard to tell, everybody loves everybody else, who knows

MG:I agree, who knows I might end up with somebody *laughs* I wish *takes another drink and looks across the room*

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Meeting Larry:
*MG shows Larry poster*
*Larry reads poster*
*Larry smiles and says "Thank you that's very nice of you"*
*Larry signs paper, shakes MG's hand*
*MG almost dies then sees tearaway pants and gets bad ideas*
 
*Scottphisto, having heard the "happy" couple's argument, feels uncomfortable. He suddenly REALLY wants to get away from that table. He looks over at Animatronic Edge.*

SCOTTPHISTO: A.E.! Hey, A.E.!!
A.E.: *Still playing Pong*
Scottphisto grabs his spoon and bonks A.E. on the head*
SCOTTPHISTO: YO!! EASY-BAKE OVEN!!
A.E.: *Shakes head, looks around?looks at Scottphisto questioningly*
SCOTTPHISTO: You still wanna head to the garden?
A.E.: *Nods. Then, realizing dinner is not yet over, looks again questioningly*
SCOTTPHISTO: Nah. Let's get outta here. Nobody's gonna notice. Stay low, though?
*A.E. and Scottphisto both crouch down and walk out of the dining room. A. Edge's kitten trots along behind*
They walk through the expansive mansion to the garden and admire the exotic plant life and unusual coloring. *
SCOTTPHISTO: Wow?this is incredible. Don't you think?
A.E.: *Nods*
*The two find a large green stone and sit down, A. Edge holding his kitten, stroking it?s fur. *
SCOTTPHISTO: Heh?sounds to me that Mac has a few problems tonight, eh Edge-Bot?
A.E.: *Nods*
SCOTTPHISTO: Probably shouldn't get back at him for that incident this morning. At least not tonight.
A.E.: *Remembers, and blushes slightly*
SCOTTPHISTO: I wonder where Echo is?probably jumping on the real Edge?*Shrug from A.E.* [I[I[/I] don't care, though. I mean, what the girl does is her own damn business.
A.E.: *Looks at Scottphisto. He may be an android, but he's no fool. He can see behind Scottphisto's words*
SCOTTPHISTO: What is it about Edge anyway? I mean, he's got those asymmetrical eyes?.he's like 70 or something?and he's BALD, man! What does she see in- *Looks at A. Edge?realizes he looks EXACTLY like the real Edge* Oh, hey?.sorry bud?
A.E.: *Smiles?no offense taken?he understands how Scottphisto feels*
SCOTTPHISTO: *Sigh* I mean, what's wrong with me? *Realizes what he just said* Er, I mean?not that I'd want to be with Echo?I mean, she's my closest friend. Who else can I watch Mystery Science Theatre 3000 and eat Macaroni & Cheese out of a big pan with? I just don't want her hooking up with the wrong guy. She's been hurt enough.
A.E.: *Points at Scottphisto ("YOU"), then covers his heart ("LOVE"), then points in the direction of Echo's departure ("HER")*
SCOTTPHISTO: What?? No!! No no no?we're just friends. *Pause* And?even if I did?it wouldn't work. I can't risk her?learning about me?things I've done?or what I am. *Gazes off into space*
A.E.: *Looks at him confused*
SCOTTPHITSO: *Uncomfortable, and desperate to change the subject* You know, this would be a KILLER place to play laser tag. Whaddya say, A.E.? Up for a game?
A.E.: *Allows the subject change?Nods*
SCOTTPHISTO: You still got the lasers?
A.E.: *Nods and sets down his kitten. Two compartments open inside his thighs and inside each is a laser tag gun. A.E. pulls them both out, and hands one to Scottphisto.*
SCOTTPHISTO: Alright, ten seconds for us both to hide. Then, it's GO TIME!!
A.E.: *Nods excitedly with a huge grin*

*The ten seconds are up, and the game begins! Scottphisto ambushes A.E. for a score, but he's thrashed as A.E. zaps him 3 times. The game goes on and on until the score is 134 to 17 in favor of Animatronic Edge, and both combatants are exhausted.*

SCOTTPHISTO: *Pant pant pant* Man?I've played video games?.*Pant* against computers before?*Pant* but DANG Edge-Bot! Guess Echo programmed you to kick my arse at games too?*Chuckle*
A.E.: *Smiles. Points toward dining room.*
SCOTTPHISTO: Yeah?*Pant* Let's get back to dinner. I've worked up an appetite!

*Animatronic Edge picks up his kitten after putting the lasers away. The two walk back through the mystical garden toward the dining room. As they do, Scottphisto puts a friendly arm on A.E.'s shoulders.*


[This message has been edited by Scottphisto (edited 12-04-2001).]
 
*She glares at him, smiling a little with satisfaction at her last comment. Larry glares back and suddenly Bona wavers and loses her balance all together and falls to the floor, completely passed out. MacPhisto rushes over to her and Bluey senses his feelings for her but says nothing for sake of the situation. Adam and Bono come rushing up the stairs and hover over Bona, panicked and worried*
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*Larry softens and rushes over to her side, brushing MacPhisto out of the way. Bluey walks over to Larry, dressed only in a robe and leans down*
Bluey: Is she alright?
Larry: Get the fuck away from me.
Bluey: Excuse me?
Larry: I said go away. You're half the reason we're in this situation. She'll be fine.
*Bluey walks away and her and MacPhisto walk back into their room. Larry holds Bona, still upset over their fight, but more concerned now.*
Larry: *to Adam and Bono* She will be alright, right?
Adam: If we get her help right away, yes.
*Larry picks Bona up and carries her down the stairs and through a back hallway, avoiding the dining room as not to cause a panic and into their bedroom. Larry lays her on the bed and sits beside her while Adam looks her over*
Adam: This doesn't look good. She's barely breathing... her pulse is weak.
Bono: The demon?
Adam: Naturally.
Larry: Can you do anything about it?
Adam: I'm working on it.
*Adam works on Bona for a bit, and her breathing restores and her pulse recovers. She stirs a little, and opens her eyes to see Larry's face, worried but relieved. She looks away*
Larry: Bona, look at me.
Bona: I can't.
Larry: Why not?
Bona: Because when I look into your eyes I used to see myself. Now when I look into your eyes I see her.
Larry: Bona, no...
Bona: No, Larry. Don't you understand? She's the epitomy of everything I'm not. She's always the most beautiful woman in the room and every pair of eyes is on her, male and female. At my own fucking wedding she's drawing more attention than I am. At my own fucking wedding people are feeling luckier and more hopeful for her than they are for me. I feel like a troll compared to her.
Larry: You're not a troll, Bona...
Bona: On top of that, I'm losing you to her! I'm losing the one and only thing that's shown me that there's anything beyond what's superficial. I'm losing the man that showed me I still had a soul, who showed me that I was more than a mere asset, more than a toy, an employee. I'm losing the first man in three thousand years who loved me beyond sex, beyond my body and my looks and what I could say to make a man sweat. Larry, I was nothing. I was a shell, all outside and nothing within. Because of you I feel whole again, you gave me the realization that there was a whole underside of me that was worthy to be loved. *She starts to cry* Even last week when I was sicker than I've ever been because of the demon, when I could barely get out of bed without throwing up, when my hair hadn't been brushed in days because of that, I looked my worst. Am I right?
Larry: *careful with his words* I'd agree... you looked nothing like you did when we left here.
Bona: Through all that, when I looked and felt like the worst possible option for you, you didn't leave my side. When I was at my worst, you stayed. At a point when any other man would have ran, you got closer. Larry, you are the epitomy of everything I've ever dreamed I'd want in a man, down to the last word. You are my foundation, my security and to understate things, the love of my life. And I'm losing you.
*Larry leans down and turns her face toward his. He kisses her and wipes a tear away from her face, and kisses her again, harder.*
Larry: You are not losing me.
Bona: But I am.
Larry: No. We're marrying tomorrow afternoon and then we've got the rest of our lives.
Bona: Why, Larry? Why should you settle for me? I'll always be second to her.
Larry: Are you forgetting that this is just a spell? This is not reality, Bona.
Bona: *turning away from him* That doesn't make me feel any less unworthy. I'm just not good enough for you, Larry. I never have been.
Adam: Larry, can I talk with you for a minute?
Larry: Yeah.
*They get up and move across the room. Adam speaks in a hushed voice*
Adam: Maybe if I talked to her...
Larry: Would that help?
Adam: It might... she might listen to me a little better.
Larry: Okay.
*Bono leads Larry to a smaller room off the bedroom. Adam sits on the bed next to Bona, who is crying.*
Adam: Bona?
*She looks up at him and he grins for her. She smiles a little and buries her face into the pillow again*
Adam: Bona, we'll find a way to cure him, I promise.
*There is a knock at the door, and Adam answers it. In steps MacPhisto, looking upset.*
Adam: Mac, what's wrong?
MacPhisto: Bluey and I had a little argument.
Adam: Is everything okay?
MacPhisto: Yes, it will be if I have anything to say about it. How is she?
Adam: Physically she's feeling better, but emotionally...
*MacPhisto looks over at her and reads her thoughts. His face falls*
MacPhisto: She's really a mess, then.
Adam: She's feeling a little under par...
MacPhisto: No, more than that, I'm afraid... any sense of pride or self confidence she once had is completely gone because of this...
*They look over at the bed and are startled to find Bona is gone. They look at each other and panic. They go into the other room where Bono and Larry sit.*
Adam: Is Bona in here?
Bono: *panicking* No...
*They rush out to the balcony, the only other way she could have gotten out. They look over the edge and 40 feet down on the ground lies Bona, badly hurt and bleeding. Larry cries out and rushes down to her, not touching her in order not to further her injuries. Adam, Bono and MacPhisto rush down after Larry, and he buries his face into her neck, sobbing and repeating only the same two phrases.*
Larry: Oh, God, what have I done? Please forgive me, what have I done??
 
*After Bona collapses and Larry yells at Bluey, she and Macphisto return to their room. Bluephisto is visibly upset and will not look at Macphisto. He walks up behind her and brushes her shoulders with his hands, she shrugs them off.*
Macphisto: Why are you angry?
Bluephisto: You know, I still sense things sometimes. Just because I don't speak the language, that part of me isn't totally dead yet.
Macphisto: What did you sense?
Bluephisto: You love her. Don't you? *He's quiet and her eyes harden* Come ON! Answer me, I know you can't lie...come on.
Macphisto: *He walks towards her with his hands out, as if to show her he is unarmed* You have to listen to the whole story...Yes, I do. I love her.
Bluephisto: *Her eyes cloud over and she turns away from the angel abruptly, dismissing him with a wave* Leave me alone...I want to be alone.
Macphisto: Bluey, don't...Let me finish.
Bluephisto: There is nothing you can say right now to make me feel better about this.
Macphisto: *Trying to touch her* I love you MORE, darling...don't you understand?
BLuephisto: NO. I don't understand. Frankly, the fact that I'm currently winning this twisted little race is not comforting, and not enough. I don't just want to be the favorite Mac, don't you get that?
Macphisto: You are misunderstanding me.
Bluephisto: Get out.
Macphisto: *Near tears* Bluey, stop. I'm afraid of losing you.
Bluephisto: I don't have the time for this, and I've tried everything I can think of to make you love me.
Macphisto: I do...I do love you, I want to marry you.
Bluephisto: You're settleing for me.
Macphisto: Bluey! Nothing could be further from the truth!!! Dearest, you're the love of my life...
Bluephisto: This week.
Macphisto: Why are you being so cruel?
Bluephisto: Because you're the same guy! You've just strapped a pair of wings on.
Macphisto: *He is desperate* I love you, you have no idea how much, or what I've been through to try and be worthy of you.
Bluephisto: *Coldly* Get out. I'm too tired to play this game. Get out.
Macphisto: *Trying not to cry, but she is pushing him towards the door* Bluey...stop...what does this mean?
Bluephisto: It means I need to be alone. *She shoves him out of the room and slams the door, locking it. She can hear him try the door and sigh, knocking, and repeating her name a couple of times, pleading to be let in, but she does not move, or answer. Finally, the voice behind the door says that it loves her, and leaves. She is in turmoil but is just too damn tired to cry. She sits on the bed for what seems like hours, numb. Finally, with no purpose in mind she changes into a black dress that was on the floor, and walks weakly down to the ballroom. Adam, Bono, Larry, Macphisto, and Bona are all absent, as is Fishy. She sighs and walks past the bar, totally despondent. Two girls at the bar glare at her. A familliar face hovers near her, behind her. She turns, and her eyes widen and then without passion or any emotion but sadness she throws her arms around The Fly and buries her face in his shoulder. He is startled but hugs her...it's pretty obvious what happened*
The Fly: *Very gently* Hey beautiful, what happened?
Bluephisto: If you say I told you so, I'm going to break something.
The Fly: *Smiling* I'll watch my tounge sweetheart...Oh, poor baby. Want me to hit him again?
Bluephisto: Fly? Can I ask you a personal question?
The Fly: *Laughs* Shoot, I will reveal all. I'm like a magic eight ball that way.
Bluephisto: How many women are you in love with? I want a total count here, including everyone, don't leave anyone out.
The Fly: *Knowing now what upset her, he rubs her back, cursing Mac.* Just one, baby...just one.
Bluephisto: You're serious?
The Fly: Yes...I'm very serious here. Just one woman.
Bluephisto: And, just for clarity, that woman would be...?
The Fly: You...I love you. *They stand like that for a long time, just hugging each other. Even though he drove her into his arms, Fly wants to break every bone in Macphisto's body*
Bluephisto: Can you get me out of here? I mean, can we go somewhere else?
The Fly: Sure thing gorgeous, whatever you want.
*They head down to the garage, where The Fly parked his black convertable*

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*Fishy emerges from the bathroom where she had fixed her lipstick. She was nervous and when she was nervous she chewed her lips...This recent bout of lip chewing was brought on my a certain angel. After dinner, after the plates had been cleared away she noticed him standing alone in the doorway. Fishy pictured herself brushing against him like the Phisto she was, her seductive scent drifting up to him and driving him mad with desire for her. She took a step towards him, and tried to look up at him through her eyelashes as she brushed past him, however, Fishy's heel caught on the back of her dress and she ripped half of her glittering skirt right off before landing in a heap at his feet, moaning over her martini dashed on the marble floor. Adam jumped, he had just been thinking about her and here she was...a little rumpled, but here nonetheless.*
Adam: *Picking her up* Are you okay there?
Fishy: Oh yes...I was just, I uhhh...well my shoe and my dress and OH FATHER BELOW!!! *Her skirt was ripped off in the back clear up to her underwear...she cursed herself for not wearing her sexy underwear that day, and sat down quickly on her behind to cover the unflattering rent. Adam was highly amused by this klutzy, yet glamourous being. He removed his dinner jacket and tied it around her waist*
Adam: Don't worry, no one saw it.
Fishy: Well...you saw.
Adam: Well, I won't sell the video on the internet or anything. *He helped her up again and she straigtened her hair, and began to chew her lip* You're chewing your lip, did you hurt it?
Fishy: Uhhh, no I umm chew my lip when I'm especially sexy..*She cringed...what the HELL made her say THAT!? Adam laughed.*
Adam: You must chew your lip a lot then. *Adam cringed...damn this compulsive truth telling! What made him say THAT!?*
Fishy: *Trying very hard not to chew her lip now* Well...thank you. *She panicks...quick, what would Scarlet O'Hara do!? She tossed her hair flirtaciously* So...what's an angel like you doing in a mansion like this? *Adam's eyes widened and he lunged for her*
Adam: Fishy, you're on fire .
*Fishy smiled...this was working better than she thought it would*
Fishy: Why thank you, you're smouldering yourself!
Adam: No your hair! you flicked it into the candles! *He grabbed a vase of flowers and yanked the flowers out, dumping the water on her head. Fishy gasped...that was some cold water. She opened her eyes, mortified. Here she was in front of this divine being, soaking wet, with leaves in her hair, half her hair was burnt off, and her skirt was torn up to her ass. She almost started crying.*
Adam: Here, you're fine...Uhhh...these are for you! *He trust the bouquet of lillies that used to live in the empty vase at her, and she laughed.*
Fishy: I think I just need to go get cleaned up...
Adam: Are you sure you're okay? Let me have a look.
Fishy: Not here, I look like a toaster pastry.
*She lead Adam into a powder room and burst out crying when she saw her mangled reflection in the mirror*
Adam: Oh, Fishy, it's not so bad...
Fishy: Look at me! All I wanted to do was impress you and now I've torn my dress off and set myself on fire, and I have stems in my hair!
*Adam smiled to himself, she wanted to impress him . He wasn't used to girls wanting to impress him that way. She was so sweet and so...messy right now. He tried not to laugh at her.*
Adam: Fishy...Fishy. Look, we can fix you up in here. I'll fix your hair and you can go in there and take a shower and your dress, well, maybe you can get a new one from Bluey.
Fishy: *Sniffling and trying to look romantic with bits of twine and stem in her scorched hair* Really Adam? You'd help me?
Adam: Of course...Now where are those scissors?
*Fishy sat on the chair before the mirror, calming down as Adam cut the burnt parts of her long hair off. It was wonderful to have him so close. While he trimmed carefully, they talked about everything...Adam enjoyed it so much that he took a little longer to cut her hair than he needed to...just making snipping noises and nodding behind her back, eventually he lead her to a mirror*
Adam: Voila! *She looked, her long hair was now in a very cute bob..she clapped her hands in delight.*
Fishy: ADAM! You fixed my hair! Thank you!
*She hugged him impulsively and kissed him on the cheek, they paused and looked at each other for a moment and Adam set her down again. She didn't even notice she had been picked up.*
Adam: Well I've been building creatures and righting wrongs for a few thousand years, it's inevitable to have picked up a few hairstyling tips! Sooooo, you go ahead and have your bath *She loved the way he said bath, it was so posh* and I'll go get one of Bluey's dresses for you, okay?
Fishy: Thank you Adam.
Adam: Well, I did hit you on the head a while ago, didn't I? I owe you one...or two.
*He left Fishy was thrilled...she waited. He didn't come back. She waited some more. He still didn't come back. Finally, she poked her head out the door only to see The Fly leading a pale Bluephisto through the dining room with his arm around her shoulders*
Fishy: Bluey! Hey! Bluey!
*Bluey turned slowly...she looked exhausted and sad*
Bluephisto: Hey Fishy. Nice hair.
Fishy: Thanks *She noticed The Fly had his car keys* Are you going somewhere?
*Bluephisto walked up to Fishy and hugged her for a long time. Fishy hugged back looking to The Fly for an explanation but his face was unreadable behind the shades.*
Bluephisto: Yeah, I'm going out for a while with Fly...I just need some fresh air.
Fishy: Where?
Bluephisto: Anywhere. See you Fishy, love you.
Fishy: Bluey...what about Mac? Is he going?
Bluephisto: No.
*Bluey and The Fly took the stairs down to the garage, leaving Fishy in the doorway with a head full of questions*
 
*MacPhisto spots Bluey standing by the car and carefully makes his way over to her. He is horrified to realize that she was driving away in The Fly's car.*
Macphisto: Bluey?
*She looks towards him, scowling.*
Macphisto: Darling...where are you going?
Bluephisto: *After a long pause, looking at her feet* I don't know.
Macphisto: Why are you going with him ?
Bluephisto: He's my friend. He tried to warn me something like this would happen.
Macphisto: He's an idiot! He just wants you to leave me so he can have you. He'd say anything to get what he wants.
Bluephisto: *Cynically* Hmmm, wonder who that reminds me of...?
Macphisto: Bluey, that's not fair.
Bluephisto: *Rounding on him and grabbing him by the collar, surprising him with her strength* No, I'll tell you what isn't fair!!! Never knowing if the man you're going to marry is going to have a moment of weakness and sleep with one of your best friends AGAIN, or wondering if he still loves you more than her today ; even if he DOES decide that today you have scored more points with him than the woman he slept with for three thousand years, he might decide tommorow that you won't! And that you insensitive asshole.... THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!!!! *She shoves him back, into the side of the car* And what's more you pompous jerk, I will not settle for being in your goddamn HAREM! If you wanted to marry me, you wouldn't be in love with anyone else! So don't you dare come walking up here and give me a lecture on what is fair alright?
Macphisto: Bluey, you don't understand...I love you so much more.
Bluephisto: Really? Can you give me a number value on that? What? Twice as much? Three times as much? Come on, give me something to work with here, because I want to know exactly how much time I would have before you decided to run back to her.
Macphisto: I would never do that.
Bluephisto: Why should I believe you?
Macphisto: Because...I can't lie to you, and I love you and please, please don't go! Bluey! *He takes her in his arms, touching his forehead to hers* You're the love of my life, I want to marry you, please stay.
*By now The Fly is standing behind him, not knowing what to do and the others are watching them from farther off*
Bluephisto: Macphisto, after what you put me through, I don't think I could look myself in the eye again if I stayed and just let you do it again, and I KNOW you will.
Macphisto: Stop. *He chokes up, and takes her hands, kissing them* Bluey...stop. Don't do this, please. I love you so much, I don't know what I will do without you. You don't understand what I meant, it came out all wrong.
Bluephisto: Do you love her?
Macphisto: Yes...but I -
Bluephisto: I understand all I have to understand. *She takes the sapphire ring off her finger and puts it in his palm, closing his fingers around it.* I think this would look just great on her. Maybe you should give it to her, you two could cheat on each other for all of eternity for all I care, but frankly...I am too tired for this.
Macphisto: *He grabs her by her arms and starts to drag her towards the house, when she struggles, he picks her up and holds her tightly* No. I will not let you do this.
The Fly: Put. Her. Down. *The Fly stands in Macphisto's path, his jaw clenched* Come on, let her go.
*Adam and Bono come running up the hill*
Macphisto: No. *Bluephisto looks at the two men with wide, frightened eyes*
The Fly: Put her down Mac. This is no way to do this. *Macphisto pauses and looks down at her in his arms. She is pale and scared, and he sets her down and backs up a little, looking at the ground. Bono and Adam come up behind him and whisper in his ear, after a moment they lead him back to the house with their arms around his shoulders. He doesn't look back at her. Bona and Larry soon follow, and Bluephisto and The Fly are alone again standing in the road behind the car.*
The Fly: Baby, are you alright? He didn't hurt you did he?
Bluephisto: No, he just scared me a little.
The Fly: It's okay, I wasn't going to let him do anything to you.
Bluephisto: *She looks like she's going to cry* Thanks Fly...*She can't hold it in anymore, she breaks out sobbing in the middle of the road.*
The Fly: Baby...*He wraps her in a big, comforting hug, rubbing her shoulders and rocking her back and forth gently as she cries into his leather jacket. He murmurs to her softly to calm her down* Bluey...baby...you'll be okay, it will all work out honey. It's okay, have a good cry, yeah, just let it all out...Don't worry, the worst part is over honey...you did good, you stuck up for yourself hon...you're okay...oh my poor honey...that jerk didn't deserve you...baby, what can I do to help?
*Bluephisto stopped sobbing and looked up at him with red, swollen eyes, sniffling*
Bluephisto: I want you to take me away from here.
The Fly: You sure? You don't need to talk to him again? I can wait.
Bluephisto: No I really need to get out of here. Please, let's go, okay?
The Fly: Okay...sure thing hon.
*The Fly opens her door for her, she curls up in the passanger seat, shivering. The Fly digs a blanket out of the back seat and wraps it around her before climbing into the driver's seat, starting the car, and driving away*
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MG:*laughs madly* It's it's...Gavin Rosdale! Oh my gawd he's so feckin hot

An:*looks* OH yes, he looks so hot!

MG:*drunkendly* No no no you got Mel i've got Gayvin over there!

An:Fine! Lessssssss go

*MG and An walk up to their respective guy but MG falls before she goes up to Gavin and can't get up, causing a commotion*

*Bono senses something going on and rushes into the ballroom seeing MG on the ground passed out with everybody around her*

Bono:*parting everybody* Give her some space! *touches MG's forehead* She's just passed out i'll take her to one of the empty rooms.

An:*follows Bono* Oh poor Cristy, I knew she shouldn't have drank so much.

Bono:*finding an empty room and laying MG on the bed* Just how much has she had to drink?

An:I don't know, I've lost count but she's been drinking all day

Bono:*looks down at MG at her angelic face and smiles* Just let her sleep it off, she'll be fine, i'll watch her for a bit.

An:*smiles* Alright well i'm going back to Melly over there, i'll check back later.

Bono:*closes the door and sits down next to MG and listens in on her dream* This poor girl just can't get over Larry *sighs and caresses her face* It seems that he was her first and promised to love her forever, until Bona came into the picture *smiles when he says Bona's name", although she wishes them happiness she is living in torment.

MG:*in dream* ....but Larry I love you and I gave up my dreams for you, I moved far away from my family with promises of you loving me forever

Larry: I know but I love Bona, i'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you...

Bono:*gasps* She tried killing herself not much after that, going into a deep state of depression, so that's why she left the group. *sighs* I'll just let her sleep here, she should be fine.


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The U2 revolution has been reinstated.

THE Larry Mullen Jr. Page
http://www.geocities.com/kiti_regia/index.html

Meeting Larry:
*MG shows Larry poster*
*Larry reads poster*
*Larry smiles and says "Thank you that's very nice of you"*
*Larry signs paper, shakes MG's hand*
*MG almost dies then sees tearaway pants and gets bad ideas*

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*Bono walks down the stairway and finds AnPhisto sitting alone sipping from a bottle of tequila*

Bono: *taking the bottle from her hands* You shouldn't be drinking that much, you'll end up like Cristy

An:*standing up worried*Is she OK???

Bono:*smiles sweetly* She'll be just fine. She just needed some rest. Don't worry about her.

An:I hope she feels better later.

Bono: Me too. But I'm curious about you being here alone,and not with Mel Gibson?

An:Well... I did talk and danced with him, but then his wife Robyn appeared and she looked like she was throwing darts at me with her eyes. So I decided to leave him alone. *smiles for the first time*

Bono:*laughing* You should understand her. You're just to beatiful and...

An: Drunk. I know...

*Bono and An laugh together. Then An looked towards the bar and saw Paul, with the company of three beautiful temptresses. An's laughter changed to cringing her teeth*

Bono: *stops laughing and reads An's mind* Why are you mad at him? Few hours before you seemed very happy together.

An:*sighing*We we're happy. I was happy until he told me Ali called him.

Bono*intrigued* An what did Ali say to him? What did he tell you?

An: *recreating the scene* well he told... Umm... Actually, I didn't let him speak. But I'm sure he was going to dump me for her. *takes the bottle of tequila from Bono and drinks again *

Bono: And you dumped him before he would dare to do it, right?

*An nods sadly*

Bono: How are you so sure about it? You didn't even let him speak.

An: *convinced*Because... I just know it ok. I know he still loves her, because SHE was the one who dumped him. And now, she wants him back. She's going to take him away from me. I HATE both of them *sobbing*

Bono: You should give him a chance to talk. You are jumping onto conclusions without ceirtainly knowing nothing.

An: I won't . I won't be suffering anymore for him. I know I have to forget about him. Why do I always get in this kind of relationships?

Bono: Because even you're a temptress, the first thing you are is a woman. A being with feelings. When you fall for someone, you don't even know. You just feel it.

An: I believe in you. But only because I know you fell for Bona. And you must be feeling the same way as I do.

Bono: Yes, you're right. But I don't regret my feelings, An. I just LIVE them. No matter what.

An: I admire your words. I wish I could find a guy like you. Besides, I have to say you're quite handsome and intelligent to be real.

Bono: Incredible isn't? *laughs*

An:*still laughing* It is, dear Bono.
Oh my, I sure feel better after our little chat. Say: Would you mind if I asked you to dance with me?? *offers him her hand*

Bono: I would be delighted, miss An. *takes her hand and leads her to the dancefloor. They are dancing to the rythm of "Devil in Disguise" from Elvis Presley, and having a real good time*


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*Larry and Bona head back into the ballroom, where the party is once again in full swing. Upon entering, everyone in the room turns and loud cheers erupt. For show, Larry and Bona kiss each other and the crowd's cheering increases. Larry's arm barely leaves Bona's waist and he leads her out to the dance floor. The sound of a piano comes over everyone's ears as "Everything I do" by Bryan Adams fills the room. Larry pulls her close and she wraps her arms around his neck.*
Larry: I'm assuming you forgive me?
Bona: Of course. *she plants a kiss on the corner of his mouth*
*Larry inhales the scent of her hair and sighs.*
Larry: You have no idea how happy I am to be healed... the world makes sense again.
Bona: Not as happy as I am, I'm sure.
Larry: You have no idea what I went through, the torment...
Bona: You have no idea what I went through, watching you chase after her...
Larry: Be assured that my chasing days are over.
Bona: Good thing.
Larry: Bona?
Bona: Yeah?
Larry: I love you.
Bona: I love you too---
*He cuts her off with a firm kiss and she returns it eagerly. He runs his hands up and down her back, through her hair once and luckily people in the room have not noticed this. One person, however, has. MacPhisto stands across the room, highly tormented by Bluey's departure and guilted by what he did to her, but also tormented by the sight of Bona exchanging something with Larry that was once reserved for him. He watches the soon-to-be wedded couple as they continue to kiss slowly, but with passion. Bona pulls back.*
Bona: Larry, we shouldn't let this go too much farther... we are in a room full of people.
Larry: *leaning his forehead against hers* You're right. *he kisses her once more*
*Bona feels a hand on her shoulder and she spins around to see a taller, mediterranian man dressed in a pinstripe suit and sporting black, slicked back hair and a moustache.*
Larry: I thought you were fictional.
Gomez Addams: Good show old man, but I've come to ask the lady for a dance.
*Bona looks back at Larry and he nods. Gomez takes hold of her and they waltz, even though the song is nothing even remotely close to a waltz.*
Bona: Gomez, why are we waltzing to Bryan Adams?
Gomez: This isn't a waltz?
Bona: I'm afraid not...
Gomez: Oh. Well does that really matter?
Bona: I guess not. At any rate, I thought you were fictional.
Gomez: Surprise surprise.
Bona: How do you know Mackie?
Gomez: Oh we go back ages! He taught me how to fence, actually, and he's my great-great-great grandfather's godfather.
Bona: Oh, I see.
*Across the room, Morticia Addams has been chattiing pleasantly with Larry, who seems intrigued but also strangely repulsed.*
Morticia: So how long have you two known each other?
Larry: Only about 2 months, actually.
Morticia: Oh, that long? Why on earth did you wait that long to marry?
*Larry is shocked and searches for an answer.*
Larry: Well, actually we would have waited longer, but Bona's expecting.
Morticia: Oh really?! That's wonderful! Is it human?
Larry: Is what human?
Morticia: The baby, of course! What species is it?
Larry: *taken aback* Human... *remembering the demon* Or at least we hope it will be...
Morticia: Oh, is she carrying something else?
Larry: Well, she has had problems.
Morticia: Oh, it's a demon, isn't it? That's absolutely charming! *She suddenly looks across the room, where Wednesday has picked up a very old, very expensive and very ancient statue of an ancient Asian god and is tossing it back and forth to Pugsley, while Fester looks on, amused.* Oh, Wednesday, don't do that, dear! *Wednesday turns and Morticia continues* Throw harder! *Wednesday smiles and continues tossing.*
*Bona suddenly comes walking back up to Larry, seeming kind of shaken. He gives her a concerned look, and Bono comes over.*
Bono: Are you okay?
Gomez: She'll be fine, she's just not used to my dancing, that's all.
Bona: You were practically throwing me across the room!
Gomez: *his face lights up* Wasn't it fun?
*Bono stands in amazement.*
Bono: *to Gomez* I thought you were fictional.
Gomez: Why does everyone say that?
*Meanwhile Larry has taken Bona back in his arms and they dance energetically as Bruce Springstein stands on a stage belting out "Born to Run."*
Bona: You know, Larry... the girls and I were saying that this has got to be your theme song!
Larry: I couldn't agree more!
*They dance and MacPhisto joins them, if only to get his mind off of the turmoil for a while. Another slow piano introduction begins, and MacPhisto asks to dance with Bona. Bona accepts and is amazed when a 28-year old looking Frank Sinatra himself gets on the stage and begins to sing "Fly Me to the Moon."*
Bona: *Watching Frank in awe* I thought he was dead.
MacPhisto: No, he just works for the Father Below now.
*MacPhisto and Bona dance, his arms wrapped around her waist and he pulls her close to him, as he always has.*
MacPhisto: I'm so happy for you, my lovely. I always hoped you'd settle happily... *then under his breath, where Bona can't hear him* Although I had hoped it would be with me...
Bona: Why thank you, Mackie! Although I do have to say that I will miss spending time with you.
MacPhisto: So will I, love. So will I.
Bona: So when will you and Bluey marry?
MacPhisto: *his mind returning to his lost beloved* I don't know...
Bona: I'm sure everything will be fine, Mackie.
MacPhisto: She just doesn't understand that I love her more than anything...
Bona: Is she upset over me?
MacPhisto: I'm afraid so.
Bona: Isn't it completely obvious that she's more than everything to you? Is she blind?
MacPhisto: I guess so... Listen, Bona. I do still love you but I want the best for you. And I know that Larry has what you want and what you need.
Bona: Thank you, Mackie. I know eventually you'll be happy with Bluey.
MacPhisto: I hope so.
Bona: Oh, and by the way...
MacPhisto: Yes?
Bona: The baby's not yours.
*MacPhisto breathes a sigh of relief and without thinking, kisses her on the lips like he hasn't since they last slept together. Lost in eachother for a second, she returns it, but they both come to their senses and return to dancing.*
Bona: I'm sorry, Mackie.
MacPhisto: No, that was my fault. I'm sorry.
*Bona looks at him and smiles, and she brushes a hand across his cheek, diving into his eyes with hers.*
Bona: *whispering* This is it, isn't it?
MacPhisto: I think so.
Bona: *to her own surprise, she starts to cry a little* I never thought after three thousand years that it would end...
MacPhisto: *wiping a tear off her cheek and suddenly becoming nostalgic* I know, love, I know. But we'll always have our memories.
Bona: *joking* Maybe we could sneak in a night or two every now and then...
*MacPhisto laughs heartily and they finish their dance smiling ear to ear. When they finish, Bona feels a hand grab at her arm and she turns to see Larry, giving her a beckoning look. She obliges him and she parts from MacPhisto with a smile and she squeezes his hand. Larry takes her to the dancefloor and again wraps his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her right up against him. She sighs as Elevation Era Bono steps up to the mic and speaks, Edge and a guitar close behind.*
Elevation Era Bono: Ehm, this is a song I wrote a while ago, but I'd like to give it to a very special man and his future wife tonight. Larry, Lardence, Lars, my boss, this is for you and Bona.
*E-Era Bono and Edge break into "Slow Dancing" and Larry and Bona sway perfectly to the music, relaxed and totally lost in each others eyes. Larry finally breaks and his lips come down onto hers and as their passion grows, they finally break at the end of the song and head out of the ballroom undetected by the guests and they head to their room.*

*They enter, and Larry shuts the door and presses her against it, kissing her hard and she removes his shirt as his lips explore her neck and they undress each other quickly. Larry picks her up and carries her over to the bed where he lays her down and crawls above her, his lips returning to hers, hungry, eager, desperate even. She gasps with each time he touches her and finally, they make love ardently, roughly even and afterwards they lay wrapped in a confusing pile of arms and legs. Still out of breath after their lovemaking, he brushes a hand across her face and there is a knock at the door...*

[This message has been edited by Bonavoix (edited 11-30-2001).]
 
*Landscape rushes by as the Fly drives his convertible through the night with his precious passenger. Bluey is still curled up with her knees clasped to her chest, her dark hair shines like water in the moonlight.*
The Fly: *Reaching over to the radio* Hey, Bluey? Do you want to talk or do you want the radio on?
Bluephisto: Radio.
The Fly: *Dissapointed* Sure thing sweetness, there are a bunch of cds in the little binder thingy on the floor. *Bluey looks down at the binder but doesn't move. The radio turns on and Micheal Stipe's plantive voice sifts through the speakers...When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone.... The Fly grins and leans forward to change the station but Bluey motions for him to stop*
Bluephisto: I like this song, it's okay.
The Fly: Whatever you want honey....*When you?re sure you?ve had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don?t let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes The Fly looks over at the beautiful girl beside him, staring out of the car at the dark shapes of trees flying by, he never expected this to happen. The song continues and Bluey talks over it*
Bluephisto: I'm dying. *The Fly does a double take and slams on the brakes, skidding onto the shoulder of the highway*
The Fly: You're...what!?
Bluephisto: *Looking at him, her beautiful face is tired but gentle* I'm dying Fly. You're the only person I've told.
The Fly: *For a long time his mouth hangs open in shock...for the first time in his life he has no words at all* What?
Bluephisto: I'm sorry to shock you. I'm sick, Fly. I'm really, really sick. It's worse somedays than others...They gave this to me in Hell. Well, he gave this to me in Hell.
The Fly: Who is he?
Bluephisto: *Looking down* Screwtape. The one in charge of...I don't know what to call it...breaking me I guess.
The Fly: I...I don't understand honey.
Bluephisto: It's like a homing device or something. He told me I'd get sicker and sicker and die very slowly and painfully if I left Hell. And I did. So, here I am. Dying. *She looks out at the country side again and opens the door, stepping out of the car. She walks down a dirt road to a little pond and sits by the waters' edge, waiting for The Fly to collect himself. The Fly is absolutely crushed. As soon as she leaves the car, the tears come, stinging his eyes like acid. He sits in the car alone for a moment, just absorbing what she said, and looked over. She was sitting cross legged by a pond. She looked so calm, so untroubled. The Fly jumped over the door of the car and walked up behind her. She didn't need to deal with his grief but as soon as he saw her lovely face, his started to cry again. He sat on the dirt beside her and she wrapped an arm around him.*
The Fly: It's not right. It's just not fucking right.
Bluephisto: I know....You know, Fly. Maybe I wouldn't have told Mac off if I wasn't sick. Maybe I would have stuck around for a few hundred years, playing the game, competing with Bona, always wondering what was really going on between them...but I just don't have the energy anymore. And I don't have the time.
The Fly: *Taking his shades off. His eyes are full of tears and raining like storm clouds* How...how long do you have?
Bluephisto: A few months, maybe a year tops.
*There is a long silence, The Fly is weeping faster than he can wipe the tears away and Bluephisto leans over and hugs him tightly, so relieved to have finally told someone* Fly...thanks for letting me tell you, I'm so sorry.
The Fly: *Moving back enough to look at her* Oh Bluey! Honey! I'm so glad you actually told me what's going on with you. I could tell you weren't feeling great. At least now I know, right? Don't say sorry. No, no, no. *He brushes her hair with his hands and wipes his face, sighing*
Bluephisto: So that's why I left. I just don't feel like dealing with all that right now, okay?
The Fly: Yeah, baby, I get you. You have to pay attention to yourself! Right? *He smiles a little* You need to be spoiled rotten I think, well, I've always thought that...but you know that.
Bluephisto: Yeah. Pretty much.
*She hugs him again, a huge weight feels lifted off of her shoulders. They walk slowly back to the car and sit in their seats in silence for a long time before The Fly asks her*
The Fly: So...where do you want to go?
Bluephisto: Take me someplace fun.
 
*Macphisto left the ballroom after dancing with Bona and walked wearily to his and Bluey's room. He sighed and laid down on the bed, more annoyed than anything. How dare she just go for a joy ride with the Fly!? She was obviously trying to make him jealous, to make him sit up here by himself and wonder what she was doing. There was a knock at the door. It was Adam*
Macphisto: Come in Adam.
Adam: Mac...are you alright?
Macphisto: I'm fine. Just fine.
Adam: Really?
Macphisto: *Irritated* Yes. Silly girl, I can't believe she just up and went on a field trip with that leather wearing idiot. She's obviously just trying to make me jealous, but it's not going to work...I know she's just..you know, she's just sitting there thinking about how enraged I must be right now...I hope she doesn't hurry back, I'm quite annoyed, I would just end up yelling at her or something. *Macphisto casually sets Bluephisto's engagement ring on the dresser and picks up one of her dresses, tossing it in the closet as he rambles on* I mean, if she's going to do this everytime I look at another woman...This is going to be a tumultous marriage, let me tell you. *He looks up at the grave angel in the doorway* What? Oh Adam, if you think for a minute I'm going to fall for her little attempt at some kind of retribution, you are mistaken. I just wish she had given me a chance to explain, this whole situation could be avoided. I mean what if she isn't back in time to help Bona dress for the wedding?
Adam: Mac.
Macphisto: What Adam? What horrible catastrophe has befallen all of us...again?
Adam: *Quietly* Mac, sit down.
Macphisto: This is a sitting down talk is it?
Adam: *Very very quietly, looking at the floor* I'm...afraid so. Sit down. *Macphisto sits on the edge of the large four poster bed, Adam sits in a chair opposite him. Adam's expression worries Macphisto*
Adam: Mac...I sensed something wasn't right with Bluey.
Macphisto: She was a little sick... She said it was nothing...
Adam: She's my closest friend. I would never want to pry, but I was worried *He gulps* on a hunch I started talking to Dorian. *Macphisto's face falls* He ehm...he heard Screwtape bragging before Bluey killed him. *Adam stops for a second, looking at the ceiling*
Macphisto: What Adam? What?
Adam: He said that Screwtape...Well, he wanted her to..do something and she wouldn't so he..
Macphisto: *Standing up * He what Adam?
Adam: He put a sort of cancer in her. If she left Hell, which she did, it would activate and she would start to die a very slow, very painful death. *Macphisto sits on the bed in horror* It's non-contagious, it's just her...it was just for her. She's dying. She didn't tell anyone. She didn't even tell me...I'm sorry Mac.
*Macphisto is no longer listening to Adam. He's forgotten he was there. Everything comes back to him now...her paleness, her reluctance to talk to him, and finally her words "I don't have the patience or the time for this"...She was running out of time, his lovely Bluey was dying. At some point Adam must have left, but Macphisto had no idea when. He stood at the window, waiting for that stupid black car to come back, and vowing never ever to let her out of his sight again. All his feeling for Bona crumbled compared to this...How could she not have told him? His marriage would be short to her. He stood like this for hours, waiting to run down stairs and sweep her up in his arms and marry her right there in the lobby so that he didn't have to miss another moment, they didn't have many of them left*
 
*Echo races after Edge, chasing him down the corridor. Edge debates running, making a serious attempt to flee from her, but he knows it would do no good. Were it possible to evade Echo's grasp, he would have done it by now.*

ECHO: I'm so sorry.

EDGE: *silence*

ECHO: You know I was only kidding around.

EDGE: *silence*

ECHO: Do I frighten you?

EDGE: Sometimes.

ECHO: *bites her lip* That's the last thing I wanted. Has it always been that way?

EDGE: Before I ever met you, I was afraid of you. I read your memoir.

ECHO: Oh. How embarrassing. I didn't know that. You don't...I mean, just because of my past, you're not writing this off as another one of my fleeting moments of lust, are you?

EDGE: Well, it's gone on a bit long for that. But I'm familiar with your nature.

ECHO: My nature?

EDGE: I can understand why you keep ScottPhisto around. He's one of the few, I imagine, who can stomach your tendency to be...overbearing. You're even willing to forgive his unusual past.

ECHO: We all have unusual pasts. Won't you come back to dinner? You must be starving.

EDGE: No, I don't think so. I have bad luck with food in this place, anyway.

ECHO: Please, walk with me.

*They meander the halls, slowing or speeding their pace as the conversation ebbs and flows.*

ECHO: ScottPhisto has been good to me. Very supportive when no one else was. He's given me a lot of advice as well. About you.

EDGE: Oh?

ECHO: He told me, maybe it would be better to just back off. Not just to get my mind off you, but maybe, just maybe, if I walked away, you would follow. He told me to find another man. Someone that would make you turn around and realize what you'd missed.

EDGE: That's a lot of work to win someone over.

ECHO: Well, I'm nothing if not industrious. But I would never plot to get your affection. I want to do away with deception and ritual. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.

EDGE: Well, you're very brave.

ECHO: Brave?

EDGE: You see what you want and you go right for it. You don't hesitate. It's just that sometimes there's something to be said for hesitation.

ECHO: I may not have much that I want in this world, but what I do have I didn't get by hesitating.

EDGE: Have you ever stopped to think, Maybe you should learn to accept that you cannot have everything you want in this world.

ECHO: But why settle? You can't tell me you follow a policy of being satisfied with what you've got or what you've done.

EDGE: I've traversed many roads, but when I get to a cliff I don't take a running leap.

ECHO: I'm not jumping...I'm building a bridge.

*They pass the guest room where Echo is staying.*

ECHO: Do you mind if we stop here for just a second? These shoes are killing me.

*Echo flicks, expecting a bright overhead light. Instead, two small dim lamps with tinted bulbs illuminate the room and the stereo comes on.

STEREO: ~~Who's gonna drive you home...tonight...~~

ECHO: Oh my.

*Echo hits the switch again. She turns to Edge and puts up her hands.*

ECHO: Not planned.

*She switches on the floor lamp, kicks off her shoes, and sits in a chair next to the bed.*

ECHO: Oh, man...*rubs the soles of her feet* Those shoes are murder. Where are my combat boots? *She rises, crosses the room, and kneels down to dig through her luggage for her boots.*

EDGE: Combat boots...with a dress?

ECHO: You're absolutely right. Hate dresses anyway. They always make you dress up for dinner.

*She grabs a handful of clothing and heads to the bathroom. Pauses. Points to the small of her back.*

ECHO: Can you unzip me?

EDGE: Em...yeah, I guess. *He stands as far away as he can, reaching out one hand to grasp the zipper. He slides it down and she sighs.*

ECHO: Ah, thank you. *She's started to pull the dress off before she's gone round the corner.*

*Edge stands, hands in his back pockets, shifting his weight from foot to foot.*

ECHO: *calling from the bathroom* Have a seat! When you stand there like that it makes me nervous!

*Edge sits tentatively on the end of the bed.*

ECHO: *trying to sound innocent* Ah, it feel so good to get out of those clothes! Uh oh. Em... *she pops her head round the corner* I forgot to get a bra. Can you rummage around in there and see if you can find me one?

EDGE: Em...I...well, alright. *He looks through her open suitcase. Inside she's packed a lot of CDs. He's momentarily distracted by her selection: Johnny Cash, Kraftwerk, Sinatra, Billy Idol, Rufus Wainwright...*

ECHO: What is taking you so long? *giggles* Edge, are you going through my underwear?

EDGE: *Drops the Sinatra CD like it was on fire* NO! No! I was just...your CDs...

ECHO: *emerges, wearing a skimpy black tank top and black cargo pants.* Oh, for Christ's sake I'll just get it myself. *The moment he looks at her she clutches briefly at her breasts.* Can't stand not to wear one. *Looks down* Even if I don't have much to, you know, hold up.

EDGE: Oh, I think they're just fine.

ECHO: *laughs* What did you say?

EDGE: Oh god, I'm sorry it just slipped out. *covers his face with his hands* I was trying to...be polite, em...

ECHO: You are so cute when you tense up like that!

*Edge rubs the back of his neck anxiously, stands up, and looks at Echo. She's let her hair down and is rubbing her scalp in relief.*

EDGE: You do look nice.

ECHO: Oh, you really think so? *She looks down and gestures in that "Oh, this old rag?" brand of modesty, but her hand brushes her top and hikes it up to expose her stomach. She anticipates Edge trying to make a hasty exit, and quickly says:* So, you found my CDs.

EDGE: Yeah.

ECHO: *picks one up* You ever heard anything by Rufus Wainwright?

EDGE: I don't think so.

ECHO: Oh, you'd love him. Old lounge-singer style, with a moody modern twist. I saw him in concert.

EDGE: *genuinely interested* Good show?

ECHO: Beautiful. He's a total sweetheart, you know, but he is the gayest man I have ever seen! *Edge laughs* He was like, "Oh, I love being up here in the Pacific Northwest, you've got a lot of fine stock here. Lot's of lumberjack types." *Takes CD out of case* He?s brilliant, though. Sit, sit, I'll put it on for you to hear...




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*Bluey leaned her head against The Fly's leather shoulder for the rest of the drive. It was so nice to feel the wind on her face and to see the moonlight without looking though a window pane. She felt comfortably numb, even relieved to be away from the mansion and it's madness. The Fly, however, was struggling just to keep from crying in front of her. She told him because she knew he would be there for her, he wouldn't get all weepy and self absorbed about it right off the bat and he'd be damned if he was going to let her down. He still had no idea where to take her, but before he knew it they were driving past his house*
The Fly: Bluey? Honey?
Bluephisto: Hmmmm?
The Fly: Were you sleeping?
Bluephisto: Hmmm, mmm.
The Fly: I thought devils couldn't sleep.
Bluephisto: We're not supposed to, but I do. I'm very tired. What were you going to say?
The Fly: You wanna see my pad?
Bluephisto: *brightening* I'd love to, I've never seen it!
The Fly: We're here. *He pointed up to a large glass building that sat on the edge of a craig overlooking the ocean*
Bluephisto: That's your HOUSE!? It looks like an apartment building!
The Fly: It was, I used to live here when I was a starving musician, so I bought the whole damn thing and fixed it up. *He hit a button and the sunken garage door opened to reveal a plethora of black cars*
Bluephisto: Wow.
The Fly: Yeah, I like them to match my wardrobe. *He jumped out and opened her door gallantly, bowing a little and offering his arm which she accepted* He opened a door onto a huge living room with wall to wall windows facing the ocean. Bluephisto gasped*
Bluephisto: FLY! It's lovely! Wow, I'm amazed!
*He gave her the grand tour, showing her his recording studio, covered in purple shag carpeting, pathetically empty kitchen, basketball court, pool, and finally his favorite room.*
The Fly: And this...this room is my favorite room of all.
Bluephisto: Is it a bedroom?
*He laughs and opens the door onto a dark room with a huge wall to wall tv screen at one end and one beat up old plaid couch. Bluey laughed, looking around.*
Bluephisto: Okay, I'll bite, why is this your favorite room?
The Fly: Watch! *He flicked a button on the remote control and the screen lit up, almost blinding them. The screen was so ridiculously huge that she laughed.*
Bluephisto: Does Nasa know you have this?
The Fly: Hey, that's not the best part. *He sat on the floor and motioned for her to join him, which she did, giggling at the lemon yellow carpet. He handed her a pad with buttons on it and smiled. The screen displayed a little hedgehog running and jumping and The Fly gestured to her*
The Fly: Go on...
Bluephisto: What do I do?
The Fly: You've NEVER played Sonic the hedgehog!? Good lord woman! Here, I'll show you. *The Fly knelt behind her and put his fingers on top of hers, pressing buttons. Bluephisto laughed, but soon she got the hang of it...In a couple of hours, they had hauled out every game The Fly owned and Bluephisto was kicking his ass at wrestling*
The Fly: Oh FUCK! You little....RRRR! *She laughed and stuck her tounge out at him*
Bluephisto: Sore loser! *The Fly caught his breath. She was actually here, sitting on his yellow floor playing video games with him in an evening gown... He smiled sadly and watched her punch buttons and giggle like a kid. This was what she needed, she needed to have fun, to relax, to do all the things she had never done before... He'd do his best.*
The Fly: Hey baby...You ever had a carpet picnic?
Bluephisto: No what is it?
The Fly: *Smiling and reaching for the phone* You like chinese food or pizza?
Bluephisto: *Playing the video game and grinning*Can't say I've had either..
The Fly: No kidding! What else haven't you had?
Bluephisto: Well...I don't know.
*An hour and five phone calls later, The Fly and Bluey sat amid a plethora of fast food cuisine...buckets of chicken, pizza, chinese food, subs, and something The Fly had no idea what it was...but she had never had it so he ordered it. Bluephisto giggled as he took a slice of pizza from the box and handed her a beer*
Bluephisto: Fly...we can't just eat on the floor , I mean...can we?
The Fly: *With mock indignation* Baby, this is carpet picnicking at it's finest...many dignitaries and heads of state call me up and beg me to carpet picnic with them. You could say I'm an expert. I'm the Martha Stewart of carpet picnicking. Come on, dig in! Just grab something! Ahh, you don't need forks and shit, just grab something and eat it! Go on...I won't tell anyone.
*Bluephisto smiled widely and took a chicken wing, examined it and took a bite. Her eyes widened and she dropped the wing fanning her mouth frantically. The Fly realized she grabbed a hot wing on her first try and laughed but handed her a beer very quickly, making it foam all over. She grabbed it and drank it very quickly, putting the fire in her mouth out but spilling the beer all over her evening gown.*
The Fly: *laughing* Baby...you okay? Wow, you just jump in the deep end of carpet picnicking don't you? That was a hot wing.
Bluephisto: Yes, it was. *She looks at him and The Fly smiles, she has a little bit of sauce near her lip and he reaches over and wipes it away with his finger. She looks at him...he freezes, and wants to kiss her. She breaks the tension by laughing at herself*
Bluephisto: Wow, look at me. I'm all covered in beer and wing sauce. I look like the world's cheapest prom date don't I?
The Fly: Nah baby, you still look beautiful...Hey you want something to change into?
Bluephisto: Ummm, sure. Probably I should.
*She follows him upstairs to his bedroom, which is as impressive as the rest of the house. He is rifling through his dresser throwing clothes left and right*
The Fly: Just a sec baby, I don't know if I have anything small enough for you.
Bluephisto: Anything is fine.
*She wanders over and looks at a shelf of books by his bed..."1000 sexual techniques" , "How to drive a Woman Wild"...she picks one up and opens it curiously and bursts out laughing. He turns and sees what she's looking at and gets up, blushing, and snatches it away*
Bluephisto: It's Shakespeare! You hid Shakespeare in the cover of "1000 sexual techniques"!
The Fly: *Replacing the book* Well...I have a reputation to uphold. Besides, I don't need a book of sexual techniques...*His voice trails off. He is suddenly aware that they are standing by his bed. He clears his throat* and I, uhh, I like to read Shakepeare now and then. *He points to all the phoney titles, revealing what's really inside* James Joyce, Freud, Darwin, Emily Dickenson, Steinbeck...
Bluephisto: Why do you do that?
The Fly: *Removing his shades to reveal intensely blue eyes* It's good to be underestimated sometimes...wow, you are so beautiful...*He stands there staring at her, but not touching her. He can't believe she's actually here, standing in his bedroom. She smiles, and he shakes his head, remembering what she's been through tonight* Uhhhh, anyway...Ummm...Oh yeah, here. *he hands her a pair of his black pajamas* I don't usually sleep in these, so you can change into them if you want...the bathroom is just over there. *She takes the clothes from him and smiles.*
Bluephisto: thanks. *she goes into the bathroom for a moment and meets him again downstairs. He stands up when she enters.*
The Fly: You look very sweet in those.
Bluephisto: Thanks, they are a little big but very comfortable, I love them!
The Fly: So what else haven't you done around here?
*An hour later....*
The Fly: Oh yeah baby...right there, just a little lower, YEAH!
Bluephisto: Wait, your arm is under my leg, just *giggling* Move a little...oh, there! That feels muuuch better, oh, Mmmmm.
The Fly: Okay, let me reach down to...okay...RIGHT HAND RED! CRAP! How the hell am I going to get...just a sec...OH CRAP!
*The Fly and Bluephisto fall in a tangled heap of laughter.*
Bluephisto: Well, that's another game I beat you at.
The Fly: It's not fair, you're all bendy and stuff baby! I'm only human!
Bluephisto: That's no excuse.
The Fly: I can't believe you've never played twister before...you kicked my ass!
Bluephisto: *Yawning* It's a great game! I like it...want to play again?
The Fly: I'd love to but you sound tired. *He looks over at her, lying a foot from him* We should get back if we want to make the wedding.
Bluephisto: I'm not going back.
The Fly: Not...ever?
Bluephisto: *She sits up and folds her arms around her knees, staring at the water through the windows* No. *She swallows* Not ever. I just can't put myself through all that again, I just...That was it. I'm not going back, I gave him the ring back and everything. It's over, he can do whatever he wants now. *She sighs and wrinkles her forehead into a frown, burying her face in her knees.*
The Fly:*Sitting up beside her, he turns to face her and speaks in a warm reassuring voice* Baby...that's okay. I don't blame ya...Whatever you want to do is great, and if you want, you can stay here as long as you are happy. You can have your own room, and everything...if you want. I mean...I'm just here to help. I just like seeing you happy...alright? I just want to make you happy.
Bluephisto: *She looks up at The Fly with tears in her eyes* Thank you. You are so sweet to me.
The Fly: I do my best...So, you ready for bed?
Bluephisto: I'm pretty tired, yeah. *Bluephisto and The Fly walk upstairs to his bedroom and he flips the sheets back and gestures for her to get in. She hesitates, but climbs between the sheets and he pulls them up around her shoulders.*
The Fly: Umm, the alarm clock is unplugged, but I don't think you need to go to the office or anything do you honey? *He smiles awkwardly* If you need a glass of water or anything, I'll leave the hall lights on so you can see the kitchen, and...I'll be in the guest room across the hall, okay?
*Bluephisto smiled, she couldn't believe he was being such a gentleman...it was sweet how awkward he was.*
The Fly: *Leaning over and kissing her forehead* Goodnight sweetheart.
Bluephisto: Goodnight.
*He shut the door, and set himself up in the bedroom across the hall. He was just asleep when he heard a scream. The Fly jumped up and burst through Bluey's door, where she sat in bed white and shaking*
The Fly: Baby! What's wrong?
Bluephisto: *Catching her breath, embarassed* Just a...a nightmare. I have nightmares sometimes. I'm so sorry to wake you. Sorry. You're so sweet and I go and scare the daylights out of you, please..I'm fine. Really, it's just the strange room I guess.
The Fly :*Sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only pajama pants* Are you sure? Do you want to go play Sonic some more?
Bluephisto: No, no...I'm so sorry, I just keep having this one stupid nightmare. I should be over it by now...*Her voice trails off, and The Fly hugs her. He can feel her trembling from her dream. As if she hadn't been through enough today.*
The Fly: It's okay baby, I had a dream once that I lost four straight games of twister to this beautiful woman...oh wait...I did. *He smiles and kisses her forehead.* You sure you'll be okay?
Bluephisto: Yes, yes. I'll be fine Fly. Go back to sleep, sorry.
The Fly: Anytime. I haven't had a woman scream like that in my bed for ages. *He laughs and returns to his room, he has just settled in when his door opens.*
Bluephisto: Fly...? Are you awake?
The Fly: Yeah, over here, still up?
Bluephisto: yeah. I can't sleep, umm. This is really really silly and I don't want you to get the wrong idea but,
The Fly: But what?
Bluephisto: I only have nightmares when I sleep alone...do you mind if I crawl in with you...just to sleep? *She is immediately embarassed by her fear* I'm so childish about this...
The Fly: No! NO! I don't mind at all. In fact, lets go back to my room, it has a better bed. *He smiles at her and they walk into the room together and climb into bed. She lies on his right side, not touching him, but he can tell she's relieved not to be alone. He wonders what the nightmare is...*
The Fly: Night baby...sweet dreams.
Bluephisto: Goodnight Fly.
*She falls asleep immediately, exhausted by her illness and the stress of the day, but The Fly is far too amazed by his good fortune. In her sleep she winds her arms around his bare chest and snuggles close into him. The Fly doesn't sleep all night.*

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*Still out of breath after their lovemaking, he brushes a hand across her face and there is a knock at the door...*
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*Larry untangles himself from Bona and she groans in protest, reaching for him*
Bona: Whoever it is can wait.
*Larry kisses her, a little longer than is necessary*
Larry: No, I should answer that.
*He throws his pants on hastily and motions for her to get up and get dressed. She throws her dress back on quickly and Larry opens the door. Adam walks in looking rather upset*
Larry: Adam? What's wrong?
Adam: Well I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Bona: What's that?
Adam: Bluey's gone... she left with the Fly an hour or so ago.
Larry: Yeah, we saw her leave.
Adam: There's something else. You know she's been sick lately?
Bona: Yeah, I've been worried about her.
Adam: Well, Screwtape is managing to kill her from beyond the grave. He planted a kind of cancer in her that will activate if she leaves Hell, which she did. In other words, she's dying.
*Larry and Bona look at each other sadly.*
Bona: When will she be coming back?
Adam: I fear she won't be...
Bona: But if she's not at the wedding... Oh no, she was my Maid of Honor!
Larry: It'll be okay, Bona.
Bona: My God, she's dying? How long does she have?
Adam: I don't really know... a little over a year maybe.
*Bona's eyes start to well up with tears and Larry pulls her close, kissing the top of her head*
Larry: Shhh...
Bona: My best friend is dying...

*MacPhisto still stood by his window, and he was growing impatient. He was worried, gravely depressed but most of all he was hurt. He couldn't explain it, but it was like with Bluey a piece of him was dying. He stood there for quite some time, thinking everything over in his head. He had to talk to her, at least try to come to terms with her. But he couldn't sit there and let her die hating him. Torture... what is torture exactly? How about being hated by the one and only creature you dare to want to spend eternity with? How about having that creature carry an anger for you without understanding the bloody truth?! He stood by his window, tears streaming down his face, his makeup running and dying to see her once more. He debated finding her, going to her and trying to get her to understand somehow... Slowly, he made his decision and headed down the stairs and out the door.*

*In Bona and Larry's bedroom, Bona is preparing for bed.*
Bona: You know, Larry. You'll have to sleep elsewhere tonight...
Larry: Why?!
Bona: Tradition, it's bad luck to see the bride on the day of the wedding...
Adam: Very true, Larry. Very true.
Larry: Fine, I'll go across the hall and sleep there.
*Bona walks up to him and kisses him deeply and he heads out the door, kissing her again.*
Larry: See you tomorrow.
Bona: I love you.
Larry: I love you.
*She kisses him again and he hesitantly parts from her and she shuts the door, locking it. She crawls into bed and falls asleep, happy thoughts of the wedding on her mind but plagued with the thought of Bluey being gone forever, dying...*
 
*They rush out to the balcony, the only other way she could have gotten out. They look over the edge and 40 feet down on the ground lies Bona, badly hurt and bleeding. Larry cries out and rushes down to her, not touching her in order not to further her injuries. Adam, Bono and MacPhisto rush down after Larry, and he buries his face into her neck, sobbing and repeating only the same two phrases.*
Larry: Oh, God, what have I done? Please forgive me, what have I done??
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*Bluey and the Fly are pulling out the driveway and around the corner when a commotion in the garden catches Fly's eye. He looks closer to see Adam standing, giving some kind of instruction to Bono, who kneels next to a figure on the ground that Larry is hunched over. MacPhisto stands a few feet away. The Fly looks even closer and recognizes the figure on the ground.*
The Fly: Oh shit.
Bluey: What's the matter?
The Fly: Looks like Bona's hurt.
*The Fly stops the car and gets out.*
Fly: Just a minute, babe.
Bluey: Fly, wait!
Fly: I just wanna make sure she's okay...
*He practically runs over to where the group huddles, Bluey hesitantly gets out and leans against the car.*
Larry: Oh, God... what have I done?
Adam: Larry, this isn't your fault...
Larry: But it is.
Bono: You couldn't have stopped this, Larry.
Larry: If only I'd have ignored Bluey... or tried harder...
*Bono has been working with an angel's delicacy trying to heal Bona as best he can.*
The Fly: What happened?
MacPhisto: A significant bout of lack of self-esteem.
The Fly: *figuring out what happened* Ohh. Will she be okay?
Bono: It's touch and go right now...
*MacPhisto spots Bluey standing by the car and carefully makes his way over to her. The rest of the group goes on with healing Bona as Bluey and Mac talk.*
Adam: At least her condition is improving.
Bono: Slowly, but surely.
*Larry gets up and walks a few steps away, turning away from what Bono is doing to heal her. Adam is surprised to see a tear find it's way out of Larry's eye. He puts a comforting hand on Larry's shoulder and he calms a bit.*
Adam: Are you okay?
Larry: Yeah...
*Larry wavers a bit and Adam helps him over to a nearby bench where Larry sits, rubbing his temples.*
Adam: What was that?
Larry: I don't know... It just came over me like a wave. It's like something in me, in my heart changed...
*Suddenly Adam's eyes widen and he taps Larry on the shoulder, signaling for him to turn around. There in the window stands Glinda. She smiles at Larry and waves. Larry points to her, as if to say "You did this?" She nods and mouths "I fixed it." Larry smiles and nods.*
Adam: Looks like you're cured...
*Larry looks off toward where Mac and Bluey still stand, talking frantically. He looks Bluey up and down, and to his amazing relief he feels NOTHING. He heaves a heavy sigh of relief*
Larry: Thank God.
*Adam and Larry turn back around and there stands Bona, leaning entirely on Bono's support. She smiles weakly and Bono helps her walk over to Larry, where she sits on his lap. Larry kisses her gently and places a hand on her belly*
Larry: You're alright?
Bona: I am now.
*He inches his face closer to hers, their foreheads touching*
Larry: Why did you...
Bona: I thought I'd lost you...
Larry: Not at all...
*She kisses him, and he sighs, very relieved.*
Adam: What of the baby?
Bono: A thought occured to me while I was healing her, and I don't know if I'm right, but if I am, then I think I know how to fix it...
Adam: Okay, but I was talking about the father.
Bono: Oh. That... *He looks over at Larry* Congratulations, Dad.
*Bona and Larry tighten their grips on each other and laugh, relieved and happy.*
 
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