As The Moot Turns

[Finrod Felagund]

As the Moot Turns

The story so far…
*cue happy, peaceful music*

Doug and Bob are metropolitan police with a difference. Doug likes nothing more than slipping into little cocktail frocks while Bob bouffants his hair for a night on duty. Still, as they aren’t in this story we won’t give their last names.

The real story so far…
*cue suspense music*

Plucky Reginald Vas Deferens is a nuclear scientist in love with Mafia boss, Enriquo Marx, who is himself married to Conchita MacBeth, a lively belly dancer of a Belgian disco, whose manager, burley Ivan Crab, has a naked daughter Janice, engaged to JJ Spin, a New York private detective, employed by elegant Laura Harem, to trace the missing million pound BJ that Hitler gave to Eva Braun as a Bar Mitzvah present during a State visit to Krufsk, and which remained hidden until a world cup referee, Hoss Jenkinson, was found hanged in the New Jersey tenement with the plans of a Russian secret weapon partially tattooed on his elbow. In Brisbane, the Brain brothers, Nikki and Vance, torture a mayferchocologist, who reveals to Dora Brain, in a tender and emotional death scene, that his hair is not his own. Meanwhile the Kent touring Eleven have trapped husky Mathilda Tritt on a sticky near Hastings, and she reveals all before enforcing the follow-on. Peter Neaserwand and Cyril Garfunkel arrive just in time with the Welsh police, and the Halley orchestra, and proceed to sing a love song which allows Dr. Indira McNorton just enough time to cross the Alps into Geneva, where he meets Con Rap, a kung fu fanatic and cat lover, who frivolously shoots him, but not before introducing him to lively, intelligent Norwegian widow Lani Crimpt, who shows him her inner thighs, where he finds the address of a good French restaurant and unexpectedly meets Gabriello Machismo, an ex-Korean plastic surgeon, whose frankly blonde assistant, Sally Lesmitt, is now the half-brother of a distant cousin of Ray Vaughn Ding Ding-a-Dong the Eurovision song, and owner of the million pound BJ that Hitler gave to Eva Braun as a Bar Mitzvah present during a State visit to Krufsk, and which remained hidden…etc. etc. etc.
This they now do.
Meanwhile Harold, and Victor Medway III discover a new found love for each other in a flashback near Devon, where they meet up with Doug and Bob, the metropolitan policemen, who surprisingly turn out to be in this story after all, who kill everyone and live happily ever after.

*fade music*



Finrod Felagund rode quickly from home...Ruinel and SGh were driving him insane, so he just needed some fresh air...and he was afraid Ruinel was gong to realize that he had another wife..., not even a Mooter, a Cardboardian at that, and as if she had something to complain about, he could've sworn he saw her with Jonathan and Wayfarer within the same week. At least SGH was faithful, although he suspected her and Jonathan as well..

[Raistlin]

chelsea, a friend, was making things very diffucult for raistlin. "i mean come on snowing and we can't go urgh" i said to tristan.

[Legoles]

Tinuviel walked out into the snow, dressed warmly agaist the bitter cold, watching the snow fall down. My dark skin clashed with the white of the snow. I watched someones horse gallop down the snow and ice encrusted road.

[Nurvingiel]

OOC: Where is this set FF? Is it modern, Middle-earth, or both (if that's even possible)? I was going to play Nurvingiel as an Elf, but if it's a modern setting, I'll play (a soap-operafied version of) myself. Can we at least assume we all live near each other?

And, are you the GM FF? Or at least, are you going to control the non-playing characters? (Like bad guys and random people that aren't controlled by other Mooters.)


Nurvingiel left her home to go see her friend Nariel. She locked the bright blue door on an otherwise slightly dingy appartment. Before she put on her bike helmet, she tied her long, dark brown hair out of her face.

Nurvingiel was very good looking (this is a soap opera after all) with green-flecked hazel eyes and a fair, smooth complexion. She was lithe and tall - about six feet.

Her mountain bike was very familiar to her, and she rode away changing gears smoothly.


OOC: If this is actually a Middle-earth setting, replace the mountain bike with a horse and the appartment with a flet in Lorien.

[Finrod Felagund]

OOC: This RPG takes place in our world and Middle Earth I guess. Weird, but that's an Entmoot soap opera for ya.
Yes I will be the GM.

[Nariel]

Nariel, her hair in a perfect ponytail, her dog on a leash, and her expensive jogging suit perfectly flattering, stepped out her front door and started a light jog to warm up. She saw Nurv on her bike coming toward her. pulling out her badge, she stepped into the road (far enough away from Nurv so that the other cop could slow down before getting to her) and smiled. "Stop, Police!" she said, holding up her badge.

[Raistlin]

"well i got to run" i said to tristan on my cell and i hang up. as i hang up i run into Nariel and Nurv. "hey you two what are you doing?"

[Adrian Baggins]

"Don't be so angry Chells, I don't want to go out into the snow anyway, I'm expecting a phone call, andf there could be elves out, you know I CAN'T stan elves," I replied, leraning my head back and closing my eyes.

[Legoles]

"Hello?" I said loudly to the figure with the horse.

[Raistlin]

OOC i am lost we need to group in the other thread

[Raistlin]

ooc: lets try this again

ic: Raistlin steps into the elevator from his penthouse in New York. His cell phone rings it is Nurv "Hey, Nurv yeah I am on my way to Lothlorien. I just hope that the traffic is good." Ugh he thought it is snowing and it will be horrible for a walk throught the wood.

oockay lets try this (hope i am not stepping on your toes doing this FF) we are all going to have lunch in the wood, there is a good resturant we have been wanting to try out, it is snowing and lets see if this works

[Legoles]

"Oh, never mind!" I mumbled angrily to my-self, picking up my cell, I tried to call the restraunt to make reservations, but unfortunetley the line was busy. "Oh, well. I guess I'll walk."

[Nurvingiel]

OOC: Just to clarify, we are detectives, right Nar?


Nurvingiel stopped her bike a foot away from her friend. Nariel's dog jumped up excitedly. "Hello cutie," she said, patting the dog's head. "Hi Nar, I thought I'd come hang out."
"Good to see you," said Nariel as she started jogging. Nurvingiel rode at the same pace beside her.
"I called Raistlin earlier, he's on his way to Lothlorien. We haven't been there in a while, maybe we should go sometime," said Nurvingiel. They rode and jogged for a while, each lost in her own thoughts. Nariel's dog occasionally barked or sniffed at a tree.
"Another reason I came down is I was wondering... do you think it's wierd that we haven't had any cases in a while? Maybe we should be trying to drum up business."
"What are we going to do? There just aren't mysteries that need solving," said Nariel.
"Is that the case, or do we just not know about them," Nurvingiel replied.


OOC: Sorry about the slight godmodding Nar, I just wanted to have some dialogue. You can do that with my character too if you want.

[Nariel]

ooc: yeah, we're detectives... I was just joking around. BTW, about the godmodding... don't mind if I do....

ic:
Nariel grinned. "Maybe we scared off all the criminals."
Nurv grinned back. "Could be. You know, we are the best detectives in Middle Earth."
"Of course we are," Nariel replied. "Hey, let's go down to Lorien early. I think Radagast wants to play some fetch with the ducks in the river." She patted her laborador retriever and grinned.

[Finrod Felagund]

At that pont Finrod rode up. "I need your help...you are the detectives right?"

[Nariel]

Nariel looked up at FF. "Sure, we're detectives. The best in the world! What do you need?"

[Legoles]

*walking down the road to Lothlorien, then hears a pair of footsteps behind her* "Excuse me?" I asked, suddenly turning my head.

[cue raistlin]

[Nurvingiel]

OOC: I finally figured out the Middle-earth cross over. I'll just note that Nurvingiel is an elf, but a crossed over modern one.

Finally, a case! thought Nurvingiel. I hope it's an interesting one, not just "I lost my dog." Those are too easy - Radagast just tracks them.

[Finrod Felagund]

Finrod stared at the women for a moment. "I think two of my wives are cheating on me. I need you to follow them and find out."

[Nariel]

Nariel stopped dead in her tracks. Nurv's bike braked so fast it almost tipped over. They both looked at FF in awe. "Are you serious? You're not just joshin' with us, are you?" Nariel asked. "It's probably none of my business, but why do you have more than two wives to begin with? Why do you have more than one?"