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So many choices, so little time.

October 4 2006 at 10:56 AM


ForgetMeNot quickly moved to the Pick Your Poison booth. "Hi, Griselda," the amazon said with a wink to the woman at the booth.

"I'm sorry, but my name is Gladys, not Griselda" the apron clad woman replied with a smile.

"No, today you get to play Griselda. Honestly, where's the fun in using your own name during Death Fest?" FMN questioned rhetorically.

"Fun?" the woman asked with a puzzled expression on her face. The realization finally dawned on the woman because HoD had explained that these DebU residents actually looked forward to their gruesome demises each year.

"Oh, you want to have some fun?" The woman held up a vile and poured a bit of the potion into the wooden spoon she'd extracted from the pocket of her apron. She began to slowly bounce the spoon up and down in the air, "Open up little girl, here comes Mr. Choo-Choo." She began to move the spoon towards FMN's closed lips. "Open up for the Choo-Choo." the woman soothingly said.

"Hey," FMN protested. "I said fun, not juvenile," as she pushed the wooden spoon away from her face. "You play Griselda and I'll play Hawkins," the amazon explained. The amazon pointed to the woman to make her point, "You're Griselda," the amazon pointed to herself, "And I'm Hawkins, the Court Jester."

"Hmmm, now who's being juvenile?" the woman retorted. "Okay, fine." The woman waved a finger in the amazon's face to give her fair warning. "But if I do this, you'd better drink the poison, you brat. Is it a deal?"

"Deal!" FMN promised and raised her right hand in a solemn oath jesture. "Oh, by the way, I'm not a brat, I'm a Deb," the amazon snickered. I get the first line," FMN said as she jumped up and down and clapped her hands.

"Hurry up then, " the woman in the apron stated with a great deal of annoyance. "There may be others coming by soon and hopefully they won't give me as much grief as you!"

FMN stuck out her tongue at the woman and said her first line as she pointed to a vessel on the table.

Hawkins/FMN: I've got it! I've got it! The pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the
pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true! Right?

Griselda/Gladys: Right. But there's been a change: they broke the chalice from the palace!

Hawkins/FMN: They broke the chalice from the palace?

Griselda/Gladys: And replaced it with a flagon.

Hawkins/FMN: A flagon...?

Griselda/Gladys: With the figure of a dragon.

Hawkins/FMN Flagon with a dragon.

Griselda/Gladys: Right.

Hawkins/FMN: But did you put the pellet with the poison in the vessel with the pestle?

Griselda/Gladys: No! The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon! The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true!

Hawkins/FMN The pellet with the poison's in the flagon with the dragon; the vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true.

Griselda/Gladys: Just remember that.

As soon as the exchange was done, ForgetMeNot grabbed a flagon with a dragon on it off the table, put it to her lips, and swallowed the contents until the vessel was dry. She gave a faint shriek and dropped dead in front of the booth.

Gladys peered down at the deceased amazon and muttered to herself, "Brat, Deb, six of one, half a dozen of another." She then looked around to see if anyone else was approaching her booth. "Step right up, don't be shy!" she shouted out at others passing by.
* ForgetMeNot *


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