Just curious... how do you like the Golden Spider story so far (Chapters 1-7)? :) (nm)

Posted by Goodsport from adsl-216-102-199-185.dsl.snfc21.pacbell.net on February 28, 2000 at 00:23:57:

In Reply to: Woohoo! Acknowledgement that this story actually DOES exist! *Sniffle* And I thought it was a dream... =*) (NM) posted by Shaggy on February 28, 2000 at 00:14:23:

: : : Elaine was tired, her feet hurt, her body hurt, her head hurt, and she was sick of the tall woman who wouldn't stop jabbering about the most insignifigant things while in the middle of what must've been the most horrible place in the world, filled with awful, evil... things and plants and large butterflies and what's more, the sun was setting, not that she could tell through the damn canopy of the rainforest. She swore that as soon as she had a match, she'd burn a million miles of the damn forest down, and salvage as many coacoa beans that she could.

: : : "See that bird over there? I think it's some sort of peraborinialimonisoson. Very rare, amazing thing," Indigo clammered on about some latin somethingorother that nobody had the patience to translate, which was good, because every once in a while, it would just be gibberish.

: : : Shaggy's feet hurt, his head hurt, his body hurt, he was tired, and he was sick of the tall Russian nature jerk trying to get to first base with their apparent tour guide, and what's more, though the jungle was lush and life abundant, with a scorpion making Alex jump every few miles, he could see no sign of any tributaries or estruaries. They'd probably die from some strange jungle fever before they made it back to a decent airport. How the Hell did they get so far south if they started from Britain, anyway? Shaggy really started to hate the Yucatan, except for it's story. He thought about it for a second and chuckled. "What did you say?" he said, with the delightful tone of a personal joke, a little under his breath, and was met with a prompt smack to the back of his head by Elaine, who whispered "Don't encourage her, Jones."

: : : "I said that the spiders here are mostly dangerous, but if you ever are lucky to find one pregnant, you can use the eggs to make a delightful omlet," Indi continued to speak. Elaine didn't like that.

: : : Alex was invigorated, he breathed in the air and let out the air, he chuckled with Indigo and skipped and pranced about, trying to cover up his fear of scorpions in front of the lady. He hung onto every word she had spoken, tapping the scar on his face whenever he had no clue what she was saying, just as long as he got to watch her mouth move. He was sad that he was missing the Summer of Love back in the Cavitalishtic country of America, but he was okay with it, just as long as he was close to Indigo.

: : : "This is all fascinating, sweety, why don't you tell me more as we walk along?" he said, and was promptly smacked by 2 different hands.

: : : Dr. Chan kept walking while singing a dirty little Mandarin tune to himself about drinking and women with pingpong balls. He wasn't tired, and he proved it by doing a cart wheel or some divine acrobatics every few feet. This annoyed Shaggy, who could understand bits of the song, but not every word, but he kept walking and thinking, and keeping Elaine on his shoulder, who's upper body decided it should take a break and flop onto him. Short Round chuckled, shuffled a deck of cards, and placed them in his coat again, so he could do a triple roll to be a few paces in front of Alex, who was just a few feet behind Indigo so he could admire her... rounded knowledge.

: : : Indigo was sure that they were absolutely lost and had no hope of ever getting to camp. She pointed out whatever she found interesting, except for Alex, to keep morale up. Then, a miracle happened, she found footprints. Apon closer inspection, she was delighted that not a one of them belonged to Shaggy's clod hoppers and began to run, though her long legs wouldn't have it under other circumstances. Meanwhile, Shaggy in his infinite strength, ignored the pain in his shins, ankles, feet, thighs, waist, torso, arms, neck, head and brain, scooped up Elaine and started jogging after Short Round and Alex, who were sprinting after Indigo, and a few sharp winces later and a deep kiss to keep him going, he found they were at some sort of camp. Indigo was immediately shunned by an elder woman in stereotypical khaki clothing, straw hat and all, and was ushered into a tent. Shaggy grabbed a blanket and set Elaine sleeping by the camp's fire to inspect the rest of the area.

: : : Shorty and Alex went up to what seemed to be a supervisor, told them their story, and were welcomed to stay the night. They bowed, thanked, smooched, hugged and praised, and were met with an odd smile and a strangely girlish blush, handed pillows and blankets for the crew, and were told to stay out of the tents, which were for Miss Synthia's School For Girls. They nodded, understandingly, tossed a pillow to Shaggy who shared it with Elaine, and 2 slept a peaceful night, 1 thinking about Dr. Jones, and another thinking about his father.

: : : ****

: : : Jones came back to the river and brought back 2 heavy pales of water to a 38 year old Logan Simons and his lovely assistant, who must've been half his age, Jeana Teron. Jeana never really spoke, just did everything she could to make sure that her love's life was as good as possible. Logan was a magician who travelled the world seeking new tricks from ancient kicks. Indy travelled with him 3 years earlier, and they learned a lot about eachother, but neither one believed the other at all. Until now.

: : : "Well, Doc, I have to admit, I thought you were bullshitting me on the train about that plane crash you avoided in 1936, but now I believe you. Completely, and utterly, I believe you. You shoulda seen the scrap made by that hunkajunk..." Logan said, Jeana nodding, stirring something in a bowl.

: : : "Oh yeah, kid? Whatcha doing way out here?" he asked, tipping his fedora back.

: : : Simons help up a single finger, took his lighter out in his other hand, lit his fingernail, causing the rest of the finger to catch fire.

: : : "Pretty neat, huh?" he said snickering, Indy shrugged.

: : : Simons held up another finger, it too caught on fire, followed by his thumb, pinky and forefinger. He pulled back his sleeve and his entire arm caught fire, he stood from the table, held his flaming arm vertical, raised the other one, held them together, and set it on fire as well. Logan grinned at his hands, leveled his arms at a tree, took a step back, bent his elbows, and jerked his arms straight out, sending a stream fire similar to a hose with water straight at the tree, causing it to crash and burn amazingly quick while Logan's arms extinguished themselves.

: : : He pulled his sleeves back down, and showed his hands in perfect condition, clapped them together and a thick cloud of white dust filled the air. He sat and winked, leaned foreward and murmured, "Their called chalore oxynitrates, they're the most burnable things in the world, concentrated pieces of oxygen float into a tree bark and is preserved for a long time, the bark turns into compost with the oxygen trapped inside, just spread it on what you want to burn really thick, and the flame will never touch it. It has to be the Tiusti tree, though, otherwise I may as well cover myself in a home made compost pile."

: : : "What about the tree you just cut in half?"

: : : "Simple physics."

: : : Indy grabbed the gin bottle, laughed a quck "Haha ha," and took a swig. From the higher mountains, Indy watched the sun set and the last embers of the tree stop. He stood and grinned, mumbling "Don't worry, I'll save you, sweetheart."

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With 2 half and halfs (halves?) and sugar, thanks. =) (NM) Shaggy 00:44:15 2/28/2000 (0)

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: : : : Elaine was tired, her feet hurt, her body hurt, her head hurt, and she was sick of the tall woman who wouldn't stop jabbering about the most insignifigant things while in the middle of what must've been the most horrible place in the world, filled with awful, evil... things and plants and large butterflies and what's more, the sun was setting, not that she could tell through the damn canopy of the rainforest.  She swore that as soon as she had a match, she'd burn a million miles of the damn forest down, and salvage as many coacoa beans that she could.

: : : : "See that bird over there?  I think it's some sort of peraborinialimonisoson.  Very rare, amazing thing," Indigo clammered on about some latin somethingorother that nobody had the patience to translate, which was good, because every once in a while, it would just be gibberish.

: : : : Shaggy's feet hurt, his head hurt, his body hurt, he was tired, and he was sick of the tall Russian nature jerk trying to get to first base with their apparent tour guide, and what's more, though the jungle was lush and life abundant, with a scorpion making Alex jump every few miles, he could see no sign of any tributaries or estruaries.  They'd probably die from some strange jungle fever before they made it back to a decent airport.  How the Hell did they get so far south if they started from Britain, anyway?  Shaggy really started to hate the Yucatan, except for it's story.  He thought about it for a second and chuckled.  "What did you say?" he said, with the delightful tone of a personal joke, a little under his breath, and was met with a prompt smack to the back of his head by Elaine, who whispered "Don't encourage her, Jones."

: : : : "I said that the spiders here are mostly dangerous, but if you ever are lucky to find one pregnant, you can use the eggs to make a delightful omlet," Indi continued to speak.  Elaine didn't like that.

: : : : Alex was invigorated, he breathed in the air and let out the air, he chuckled with Indigo and skipped and pranced about, trying to cover up his fear of scorpions in front of the lady.  He hung onto every word she had spoken, tapping the scar on his face whenever he had no clue what she was saying, just as long as he got to watch her mouth move.  He was sad that he was missing the Summer of Love back in the Cavitalishtic country of America, but he was okay with it, just as long as he was close to Indigo.

: : : : "This is all fascinating, sweety, why don't you tell me more as we walk along?" he said, and was promptly smacked by 2 different hands.

: : : : Dr. Chan kept walking while singing a dirty little Mandarin tune to himself about drinking and women with pingpong balls.  He wasn't tired, and he proved it by doing a cart wheel or some divine acrobatics every few feet.  This annoyed Shaggy, who could understand bits of the song, but not every word, but he kept walking and thinking, and keeping Elaine on his shoulder, who's upper body decided it should take a break and flop onto him.  Short Round chuckled, shuffled a deck of cards, and placed them in his coat again, so he could do a triple roll to be a few paces in front of Alex, who was just a few feet behind Indigo so he could admire her... rounded knowledge.

: : : : Indigo was sure that they were absolutely lost and had no hope of ever getting to camp.  She pointed out whatever she found interesting, except for Alex, to keep morale up.  Then, a miracle happened, she found footprints.  Apon closer inspection, she was delighted that not a one of them belonged to Shaggy's clod hoppers and began to run, though her long legs wouldn't have it under other circumstances.  Meanwhile, Shaggy in his infinite strength, ignored the pain in his shins, ankles, feet, thighs, waist, torso, arms, neck, head and brain, scooped up Elaine and started jogging after Short Round and Alex, who were sprinting after Indigo, and a few sharp winces later and a deep kiss to keep him going, he found they were at some sort of camp.  Indigo was immediately shunned by an elder woman in stereotypical khaki clothing, straw hat and all, and was ushered into a tent.  Shaggy grabbed a blanket and set Elaine sleeping by the camp's fire to inspect the rest of the area.

: : : : Shorty and Alex went up to what seemed to be a supervisor, told them their story, and were welcomed to stay the night.  They bowed, thanked, smooched, hugged and praised, and were met with an odd smile and a strangely girlish blush, handed pillows and blankets for the crew, and were told to stay out of the tents, which were for Miss Synthia's School For Girls.  They nodded, understandingly, tossed a pillow to Shaggy who shared it with Elaine, and 2 slept a peaceful night, 1 thinking about Dr. Jones, and another thinking about his father.

: : : : ****

: : : : Jones came back to the river and brought back 2 heavy pales of water to a 38 year old Logan Simons and his lovely assistant, who must've been half his age, Jeana Teron.  Jeana never really spoke, just did everything she could to make sure that her love's life was as good as possible.  Logan was a magician who travelled the world seeking new tricks from ancient kicks.  Indy travelled with him 3 years earlier, and they learned a lot about eachother, but neither one believed the other at all.  Until now.

: : : : "Well, Doc, I have to admit, I thought you were bullshitting me on the train about that plane crash you avoided in 1936, but now I believe you.  Completely, and utterly, I believe you.  You shoulda seen the scrap made by that hunkajunk..." Logan said, Jeana nodding, stirring something in a bowl.

: : : : "Oh yeah, kid?  Whatcha doing way out here?" he asked, tipping his fedora back.

: : : : Simons help up a single finger, took his lighter out in his other hand, lit his fingernail, causing the rest of the finger to catch fire.

: : : : "Pretty neat, huh?" he said snickering, Indy shrugged.

: : : : Simons held up another finger, it too caught on fire, followed by his thumb, pinky and forefinger.  He pulled back his sleeve and his entire arm caught fire, he stood from the table, held his flaming arm vertical, raised the other one, held them together, and set it on fire as well.  Logan grinned at his hands, leveled his arms at a tree, took a step back, bent his elbows, and jerked his arms straight out, sending a stream fire similar to a hose with water straight at the tree, causing it to crash and burn amazingly quick while Logan's arms extinguished themselves.

: : : : He pulled his sleeves back down, and showed his hands in perfect condition, clapped them together and a thick cloud of white dust filled the air.  He sat and winked, leaned foreward and murmured, "Their called chalore oxynitrates, they're the most burnable things in the world, concentrated pieces of oxygen float into a tree bark and is preserved for a long time, the bark turns into compost with the oxygen trapped inside, just spread it on what you want to burn really thick, and the flame will never touch it.  It has to be the Tiusti tree, though, otherwise I may as well cover myself in a home made compost pile."

: : : : "What about the tree you just cut in half?"

: : : : "Simple physics."

: : : : Indy grabbed the gin bottle, laughed a quck "Haha ha," and took a swig.  From the higher mountains, Indy watched the sun set and the last embers of the tree stop.  He stood and grinned, mumbling "Don't worry, I'll save you, sweetheart."

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