Take turns writing "The Adventures of Jeremy"

POSTED BY: Succatash
UPDATED: Thursday, February 26, 2004 05:29
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SUCCATASH

Tuesday, February 3, 2004 6:37 AM

INTRO:

Jeremy, the owner of www.fireflymovie.com is a hero among Browncoats. These are his adventures.

I wrote an intro to a story just for fun, hoping we can take turns writing "The Adventures of Jeremy." I'm hoping we can take turns writing this story, not like a RPG, because it's not about making moves, and no one owns a particular character. We're all just continuing the story, so it reads like a novel.

Okay, here's what happened to Jeremy over at fireflymovie.com. Can someone add to it?

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A few days ago, Jeremy got a knock on his door. He opened the door and saw two men in dark suits and sunglasses standing on his doorstep.

"Are you Jeremy?" One of the men asked. The other man continued smoothly, "We're from Universal Studios. May we come in?"

A few minutes later, Jeremy served them tea in the living room, trying not to act nervous.

One of the men began to speak: "Jeremy, you probably know we're here because of your Firefly fan site. We work for Universal's "Fan Management" division. We like you, son, and we want to bring you to the inner circle."

Before Jeremy could respond, the other man continued, "That's right, you're with us, now. You see, we need you to tell Firefly fans to quit writing postcards. The movie is a go, but the news can't be public, not yet. And you're not going to tell anyone, either."

Jeremy gulped. "I'm...not going to tell anyone?" he said in a strained voice.

"You see Jeremy, here's how it works," said the first man. "You help us, then we can help you. If you keep quiet about the Firefly Movie, then we'll give you lots of insider fan news for your website in the future. Just think, you'll have the best Firefly movie site in the world! But... if you betray our trust and tell everyone about the movie, well then..."

"We'll make sure you never run a fan site. Ever. Again." The second man finished.

"I - I'll tell everyone to stop writing postcards."

"Thank you, Jeremy. Here's a Blue Sun t-shirt."

Jeremy was in total shock as he shook hands with the men and shut the door. The men drove off in a black windowless van.

SUCCATASH

Saturday, February 7, 2004 8:47 AM

Later that night, Jeremy found himself wandering the dark city streets. He was deep in thought, as he pondered his situation.

He realized his life was in grave danger, ever since he shook hands with the dark suited so-called Universal guys. Something is really wrong about them, he thought.

Jeremy tried to make a plan. He decided he needed some help. Without further delay, Jeremy crossed the street and headed towards the one person who could help him.

Suddenly, Jeremy felt that he was being followed. So, he began backtracking and circling his path. After sneaking through the shadows for several blocks, Jeremy finally arrived at a small doorway in a dark dirty alley. Jeremy pounded on the door but no one answered.

"I come in the name of Firefly. I need to speak with your Master." Jeremy spoke urgently and with authority.

After several minutes, Jeremy heard the sounds of locks and bolts sliding and clicking. The door opened, and suddenly Jeremy was roughly pulled inside by a pair of monstrous hands.

TEELABROWN

Monday, February 9, 2004 1:30 AM

I'll join in. Just tell me if you want to go in a different direction, go ahead and speak up.
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After the monsterous hands pulled Jeremy inside, he was greeeted by a 20-something woman, who looked like she could be a companion, no trouble.

"The Master will come shortly. Please, have some tea."

She gets a tray with tea makings on it, and starts making two cups.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

SUCCATASH

Monday, February 9, 2004 5:00 AM

Jeremy stared in fascination at the woman serving tea. For a moment, his mission was forgotten.

"What's your name?" Jeremy asked.

"My name is Teela Brown. You may call me Teela B." the woman answered. She looked at Jeremy and raised her eyebrow. "Drink your tea," she commanded.

They were interrupted by the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps.

"The Master is coming!" cried Teela B. "He is coming, do not try to escape."

"Why would I try to escape?" asked Jeremy, bewildered by the recent turn of events. But something struck him in the head and everything suddenly went black.

TEELABROWN

Tuesday, February 10, 2004 1:02 AM

Since I don't know much about this Master fellow, I'll answer to the best of my ability.

Quote:
"Why would I try to escape?" asked Jeremy, bewildered by the recent turn of events. But something struck him in the head and everything suddenly went black.

Teela Brown sees the Master coming.

She says under her breath: "That's why we don't try to escape."

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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

GEEZER

Wednesday, February 11, 2004 1:32 AM

Jeremy awakes in a low-ceilinged room. The Master draws near but does not enter. Instead he hides behind a curtain. He speaks, in a high-pitched voice.

"Troubled you are. Fear the men from "Universal" you do. Take their deal should you? Harm you will they? Know I the hell if. Like a scalded dog run probably, should you. Deposit with my assistant fifty dollars will you."

Teela Brown enters on hands and knees and silently gestures Jeremy to follow her away from the presence. Outside in the reception area she inquires..."Cash or charge will that be?" After Jeremy hands her two twenties and and ten, she escorts him to the door. "May the Force be with you" she intones as she hands him a customer satisfaction survey. "Back to us please will you mail this."

Out on the street again, Jeremy ponders the sage advice he has received, and decides to go on the lam.

"Keep the Shiny side up"

TEELABROWN

Wednesday, February 11, 2004 1:47 AM

Okay, wierdness level just peaked. But, hey. I'm easy.
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After Jeremy leaves, she says:

"Y'know, I can do some accents fluently, but I just can not talk like that for very long."
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

TEELABROWN

Friday, February 13, 2004 1:31 AM

Okay, trying to write now.
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Jeremy walks out, pondering the advice he recieved.

He starts to say to himself: "Lemme think..." As he walks along, he realizes: "Hey! He said 'Know I the Hell if'! He knows nothing!"

And then Jeremy believes he may be alone as he thinks.
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"Freedom is the Freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4. If that is granted, all else follws"-Winston, 1984
Teela Brown, keeper of bad typing.
"No one reads these things any way."- Bart on Blackboard

GEEZER

Friday, February 13, 2004 2:27 AM

(The Gunrunners will realize my eco-friendly soul supports recycling.)

Realizing he knows as little as before, Jeremy decides to check his messages, to see if any important calls have come in. Since he forgot, again, to rechange his cellphone, he goes to a nearby phone booth. As he enters, two disheveled teens push in behind him.

"Greetings, most excellent brown-coat dude. I am Bill S. Preston, Esq, and my bodacious bud is Ted "Theodore" Logan. Rufus sent us here to take you back to 2002 so you can convince the bogusity at Fox to keep showing 'Firefly'. Hang on, dude!"

With a flash, the phonebooth enters the time translation. after a brief moment of disorientation, it falls to earth in a patch of low scrub.

"Ted. Where's the city, dude? I set the dial at 2002 B.C., Before Cancellation."

"Bill, you tool, B.C. means Before California. We're too far back. Bogus."

Kicking Jeremy out the door, Ted says. "Just wait here, Firefly dude. The city'll be along in a while. Bye."

The booth disappears to the sound of the teens playing air guitar.

"Keep the Shiny side up"

SUCCATASH

Saturday, February 14, 2004 12:56 AM

Jeremy looked around and realized he was standing in a vast wilderness. He was all alone, trapped in the distant past.

Jeremy let out a scream of rage.

Instantly, two feathered arrows appeared in a tree by his head. Something struck his belt buckle and Jeremy gasped in fear. A dented arrow lay at his feet.

"That was too close!" cried Jeremy. He began to run. Arrows whistled over his head as Jeremy ducked and dodged through the sage brush.

Not far behind, two dark-skinned natives chased the strange white demon that had suddenly appeared. One of the natives was extremely tall.

"Ugha buga?" said the tall native.

"Mongowa doso!" replied the other, and they laughed.

Jeremy kept running, but he was rapidly growing tired. Suddenly, he broke through a clearing and found himself on the edge of a very high cliff. Waves pounded the rocks below.

Jeremy skidded to a halt. Fighting his fear of heights, he turned to face his pursuers.

Two Indians with painted faces stood a dozen paces away. Each had a bow drawn and an arrow notched, pointed at Jeremy's heart.

"Munga!" shouted an Indian.

"I..I don't understand. I come in peace." said Jeremy.

"Munga!" shouted the shorter Indian. He waved his bow menacingly.

Jeremy prepared to die. The Indians came closer, and they were just about to loose their arrows.

But suddenly, one of the natives let out a surprised gasp. He dropped his bow and came very close to Jeremy. He stared in fascination at Jeremy's shirt.

Jeremy realized he was still wearing his Blue Sun t-shirt, given to him by the Universal henchmen.

The native fell to his knees and begin bowing to Jeremy. Then he turned to his companion and hissed sharply, "Gonboli! Gonboli!"

Instantly the other native approached and fell to his knees beside his comrade.

"Gonboli, Gomar, Boli, Gonboli..." The strange chanting continued, and Jeremy just stood awkwardly.

He was trapped in time, desperate to return to the future, and these two Indians thought he was a god. The day couldn't get any weirder.

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