Case #5 "Ye Olde Scottish Play"

Rizzo whipped out a dagger and began to file her nails. "Show us the way, Roach and Nephew!"

"They're right there, Rizzo, why are you being so dramatic?"

"Theatres do that to me. Especially old haunted ones"

Moose noticed that the others were not so far away. he got up. "hey... you guys? Emily and i are faceing death and i'm trying to figure a way to NOT die but she won't talk to me... can you guys help?" moose said hopefully.

"Emmy, dahling, we found a way around it before can't we do it again. At least I'll find a way, dahling..I mean...really" (Roach)
Emily collapsed on the ground in a fit of giggles. Roach picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
"Roooach! Put me doown!"
"Sorry, dahling, just a precautionary measure, dahling." by now emily could hardly talk she was laughign to hard.
"You sound so g*y!"
"dahling! That's just proposterous!"
"Now you sound like snagglepuss!"
"Ah, I was never able to hold an accent for too long.."

Moose felt a twinge on agression when Roach picked up emily. but, he ignored it. "no need to feel jelous moose. it's juuuust fine. she can hang out wih other guys. she's not even your girlfriend! or... is she? i don't know.... we've never gone out to my reckolection...." moose thought to himself. "thanks roach..." He said happy that Emily was finally speaking.

"No need, I'm used to having to do this." Emily began to pound on his back with her fists
"LET ME DOWN!!!"
"ow..ow...OW! OW! FINE! GOD D***it!" Roach set her on the ground "chem...ow."

Moose stepped over to Emily and stood next to her. "you let me pick you up...." he said grinning. ((Moose: Moose feels privlaged))

"....that was strange wording...what are you talking about?"

"you were just freaking out because he picked you up. but, when i picked you up earlied and actually CARRIED you. you did nothing... except cry..... wait... oooohh.. state of panic. never mind." Moose said. he blushed. which was rare for him.

"Oh, that err....Your nicer when you pick people up."
"I picked you up like a potato sack cause that makes you laugh." Emily sighed
"True..."

Moose grinned. "i hat when people pick me up the wrong way.. it hurts and i feel like i'm going to fall. so... i try to be as careful as possible... i'm glad that i succeeded." ((or however you spell that...))

((succeeded))

"...Blake?"
"Yeah?"
"Why are you wearing a dress?"
"You don't like it?"
"I...would..yeah..I like it...nevermind..."

on the side, Enola and Rizzo where craking up. It was so much like the old times with Elk, when he had lived in New York.

OOC:
Roach: *pokes Zoe on the back of the neck* OH! the r*pe fairy just got raped! OH!
Zoe: you suck.
Roach: .....O.O
Zoe: p*rv.
Roach: no..no...b-behind you.
Zoe:....*turns around*
*Cian is stuck upside down in a web, with his legs all iover the place and his hair hanging over his eyes.*
Cian: A little help...please?
Zoe: WHO DID THAT?!?!?
Cian: Chi. *smiles* I think she likes me.
Zoe: Oh god help us....

IC:
"Whaat?" Roach said "What's so funny?"

Enola wiped a tear out of her eye. "Me and Rizzo...Rizzo and I...we ...we were doing someamateur ghost hunting....."

"But I set off some alarms and the NYPD came.....and we were chased through the street on Enola's vespa and there squad cars was right behind us....and..." Before Rizzo could finish her sentence, she began laughing again.

Enola giggled. "You, me and Elk...those times were great....."

"Yet, I'm still not p*ssed off. And your p*ssed about my ONE girlfriend. Wow, you really are impossible, Enola."

Enola shrugged. " I've had a milloin boyfriends and only found to I really love.......you've had that one and you loved her a lot........It makes me pity myself...."

"No. I never loved her, and the one I really loved, I never got to date."

Enola sighed. "Your the first person I've really loved......but you still love her, don't you?"

"...She's been dead for a really long time, I would've assumed that I'm over her." ((giving a vauge answer, indicating he is not, in fact, over her.))

Enola bit her lip bitterly. "Say what you mean, Elk." she said, slipping up.

"We're both obviously not over people so can we just end this conversation?"

Enola nodded.

"...Ugh...I haven't...We have different and more important matters to attend to!" Roach said, looking pleased "I do not believe that death is actually coming for you, I only believe that it is an easily exited poltergeist named Tom!"
"Tom?"
"I'm not so sure about that part. For all I know its name could be Sally Schmid."