The Battle for The Lounge

Hello everyone. This is a storybook based in the Lounge during a fight of things. If you were part of this frenzy you may join but if you weren't but want to join please email me.

SETTING
A tyrant has taken over several rooms/worlds. (The dictator is taken by Lancrist.) You may be on his side or on the opposing side. You may create your home room/ home world and your character. (you don't have to keep your screen name but I'm going to.) To jump from room to room you must use a Lounger (looks like a flying triangle.)

RULES
-one character per person
-Please post weapons (up to 5 per person)
-Any other items
-Any age technology may be used
-No invincibility
-Thrid person is what is wanted but is not neccessary
-NO EMOTICONS
-Please keep posts short (Not extremely short like 3 lines but short enough that if you miss one you can catch up quickly)

Name: Captain Mad
Age: 30
Weapons: A Pistol, ships cannons, The Kraken, Ruby cutlass, hand-held cannon
World/room: Piratepolis
World Jumping Status: No worlds jumped

Name: Nuttychooky
Age: 24
Weapons: Kukri (short blade with a concave curve) boot dagger, shruiken, spork (can't not have it!) and a pistol
Room/world: Ninjara
Jumping status: has visited piratepolis, where she got her pistol

Name: Whence
Age: 26
Weapons: Katana, Glock, customized taser-gun, knife-on-a-string [more on that later], titanium umbrella.
World/room: Randomocity
World Jumping Status: Jumped to Piratepolis, now part of Captain Mad's crew

Name:Stacy
Age:19
Weapons: Battle Axe, dagger, Bow and arrow, A small mace, Shotgun(doesn't know how to use it and is scared to)
World/room:Pluto!
World Jumping Status: Haven't jumped to any other worlds(Likes to be left alone and doesn't want to see others even though they come to Pluto! all the time)


Stacy was sitting in her house when she heard a voice. Another damn idiot Jumping world to see the sites, she thought. She walked outside to yell at them. This one was what looked like a soldier. She ran back into her house hoping he didn't see her. She was sure it was one of Lancrist's soldiers. She started to cry. She loved her home and didn't want it to be lost to that man. She hid in her room and watched the man through her window. He was just watching. Just standing there and watching. She thought he might be looking to see if this place was supporting any Anti-Lan groups. He walked around to where she lost sight of him. She really hoped he would just leave and leave her poor Pluto! alone.

Nuttychooky straightened her cloak and looked outside. she made sure her dagger was tucked securely in her boot and her shruiken was handy. No-one went outside on Ninjara, the world dedicated to training ninjas, without weapons.
She reached up onto her shelf, the only one in the bare room, and pulled down the spork. She was trained in the arts of cutlery fighting, and her spork went with her everywhere. Her kukri was strapped to her hip, and her pistol was secreted in her other boot.

She looked at what she was wearing and sighed. So dramatic. a cloak that billowed in the slightest wind, velvet black, and a black catsuit that annoyed her. Ninjas were supposed to be dark and shadowy, but nothing was ever this black. It was impractical. Give her a brown or dark grey with a splotchy pattern on it any day. It was so much better for hiding in.

Securing her face mask, leaving just her eyes showing, she leapt from her window into the street below. Anti-lan posters were everywhere. Ninjara was always a political world, and nuttychooky was having a hard time keeping out of one group or another. She sighed and stalked through the streets, specially designed to be narrow and twisting.

Whence assured himself that the trip would be worth it in the end. Lancrist was a totaltarian after all, and thus his fate was assured. No... Lan wasn't the issue anymore. There were to many rebels for him to stay in power. The problem was her. She was known simply as Stacy, and she was beginning to garner respect; even outside of her own world of Pluto!.

The ship heaved with the undeniable pulse of the sea, and Whence's musings were interrupted as a tentative crew member approached him.

"S..Sir? I have a message for you"

"Well then, if you'd be so kind as to share it, you may be dismissed"

The relieved boy hastily handed his superior an old dusty bottle--it was a Piratepolis standard that all notes, memos, and otherwise were to be sent via dirty bottle only. It was an inconvenient tradition, and Whence, reading through the water damage and smeared ink, gritted his teeth as he set out to find the Captain.

No... even Stacy will fade. She's a radical, and after their flashy appeal wears off, they and their extremist ways are doomed for obscurity. But then, who? Who could possibly secure the Lounge amid the chaos that was modern day?

It was with this grim wondering that the would-be-sailor paused before knocking sharply on Captain Mad's grimy oak door. He fancied the woodgrain forming a map of the Scribeverse, and right where his home world would be, the bronzed knob protruded ostentatiously. Sucking in the salt air, Whence glanced up as the thick door was opened.

" 'Lo"

Stacy walked out and looked around after two hours had passed. She brought her dagger and her bow. She was barely ever unarmed on the city streets. She hadn't been into town for almost two months. She was sick of people, but she was running out of food. She didn't see the man anymore. She walked into the grocery store and everyone stared at her. She had no idea why. She walked over to the bulleton board to see if any more attacks had happened. That's when she saw it. Her Face. Well, sorta. It was her looking through her window, from a very far away distance. So it was hard to tell at first, but she realized it as her own face. She read the notice.

STACY
The new hope.
You people of Pluto! can stop hiding.
Everything is gonna be all right!

She ripped the poster off and threw it in the trash. She came up to Burt and gave him the money for her supplies.

"No. Miss Stacy. Take it for free. I know how hard you are working. Just take it all."

Stacy was about to puke. She grabbed Burt's hand and shoved it in his hand. She walked out quickly before he could refuse again. The streets were full of people whispering and pointing at her. She broke into a run. She ran all the way home and locked her doors.

"After that there ship!" First Mate Scurvy dog said.
"No." Captain Mad walked on to the deck. He wore his famous three cornrered hat.
"What?"
"Why fight Lancrist with cannons when we can use my pet?" Mad laughed. He hated these Lancrist trading ships attacking his fragile world. It was time to make them wish they were dead. Several men brought forth a horn. Mad put his lips to the mouth piece and blew. A strange melody played itself directly after he blew. The water churned as the Kraken bubbled up from it's realm deep below the sea. It knew what to do.
"Good idea huh?"
"I guess but why let a beast do a job a pirate could do?"
"I don't want to get captured by Lancrist, do you? After what we did to his port last summer...oh boy!" They watched as the large tentacles of the Kraken pulled down the ship.
"What happens to the survivors?"
"Do we have to go over this again? He brings everyone on the ship down to the Locker." Dog acted like he understand but really didn't.
"Uh captain..." A pirate walked up to him.
"What?"
"We got a message from Lancrist. He wants to know if you want to join his armada."
"Well, you can tell him I'd rather die."
"What about the messenger?"
"Bring him to me." A man wearing Lancrists sign on his chest came forth.
"Mr. Mad."
"You know the saying about not killing the messenger?"
"Yes."
"Well, I always kill the messenger."

A man wearing some type of pirate outfit knocked on Stacy's door and he smiled at her.

"You are wanted." he said.
"where?" She asked.
"Piratepolis."
"What!? That's another world! I can't go there!"
He laughed and pulled out some type of triangle. "This is a lounger. It will take us there."
"Psh. Forget it. I'm not going!"

He smiled again. "You don't have a choice. You are wanted." He grabbed her and she screamed. She felt an impact on her head and it went black. She woke up on the deck on some ship.