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Whodunnit? The Interactive Mystery




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WHODUNNIT? THE INTERACTIVE MYSTERY,
BEHIND THE CURTAIN
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Behind the curtain,
lying dead,
the performer,
shot in the head;

out the door,
in a cab,
Rob, the producer,
not to nab;

in a hotel,
sequestered away,
is Jay, the nervous writer
of the play.

In the wings,
the understudy,
bawls uncontrollably,
muddy and  bloody.

In the prop room,
special effects man
conceals the inventory,
catch-as-catch-can.

In her dressing room,
distraught leading lady
rehearses rewrite lines
for the character, Sadie.

In the light booth,
crafty technician
focuses images
on the scrim behind  Lynn.

In the office,
guarding the cashbox
the director named Max
pursues the unorthodox.

In the skybox,
Rimaldi hides in the shadows,
observing protagonists John and Harry
about to come to blows.






In the audience,
patrons focus their eyes
on clues shown on the scrim,
characters all in disguise.

In the front row,
angels of finance, with good reason,
wonder if they've been scammed
or are part of the hit of the season.

In the back row,
the reviewers await the police
before sending in their copy
for late night release.







At your computer screens
you, the readers,  control the fate
of the performer, the understudy,
Rob and Jay, all in the debate,
including the prop man and Max,
the technician and Lynn,
Rimaldi, John and Harry
and the leading lady named Wynn.

WHODUNNIT AND WHY?
Who colluded, who's offscreen?
Continue the story, or add backstory and clues,
give your opinion and add on to each others' scenes.



Whodunnit? It's up to you!

OPTION ONE: CHOOSE A CHARACTER OR CREATE ONE OF YOUR OWN
THEN JUMP IN, FOLLOWING THE STORY OR INSERTING A SCENE.

OPTION TWO: DROP IN TO BROWSE OR COMMENT

If you are confused, so are we, for the plot is at the mercy
of the participators, with frequent re-caps by Ms. Marvel.
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Author notes

List of characters claimed:
Yemassee: the writer, Jay
pixiestix: the leading lady,"Mary"Wynn, playing Sadie
waydownuponjoy: CSI: Miami character, Emily
arafura: famous (yet mysterious) Australian mime, Marcel Sullivan
Aesthete2000: one of the reviewers, Ms. Marvel
Hugh Wyles: Marcus Antony, the Phantom of the Show
Blushfulmoon: the muddy and bloody understudy, Magenta
Sir Ima Q: the shadowy Rimaldi, ventriloquist extraordinaire
MargaretG:" angel" of finance, Dolly
Mr Id: Tristan, a cohort of Maxine
MayorMcCheese: prominent, front row regular in the audience
Catz: the "innocent" but all knowing oberver, Maxine
angelica: a special "angel"
summer51: Prompt Girl summer, keeper of the scripts
Mayne/AnyMe: leading man, John
MariGoes: Mari, the performer, "shot" in the head
RadioPJ: technician PJ, in charge of scrim, props and sound
Nom de guerre: Rob, the producer
Coelho: the ventriloquist's dummy
OscarMayerWeiner: up to no good
white stone: the Crafty Technician
Peteskid: Max, the Director
Hoeftra: John, the Usher
Charli-J: Lynn who stands in front of the scrim, the green Canadian
Bozoloper: an eminent reviewer (but also the Producer's secret Accountant)
Scoobie Doo: Scoobie Doo himself and friends
Myrtle: the caterer from Whole Foods
Clouseau: Inspector Clouseau impersonator
Sherlock Holmes2: Sherlock Holmes impersonator
Pisces Rainbow: Sandy, a sensational reviewer
GypsybutterflykisS: Gypsy-Joss, an audience member, Lynn's fan/friend
Mr. Franky: himself, a reviewer with strange tendencies
Harry, the Protagonist: himself, Understudy to John and the Crafty Technician
Original Rimaali: temp actor/light technician.
Ms-Mouse: herself

Also starring: An original mural painted by Charli-J
for an actual location in Canada, pictures shown
down the page, a discovery by her in the "play."

(Graphics by Aesthete2000;
dungeon, cupcakes and "behm"
from photobucket)
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RE-CAP BY MS. MARVEL 4/26/09







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Back on the job, Usher John
walked up and down the aisles,
answering audience member questions,
turning their confusion to smiles!





As programs were scribbled on, cast crossed off,
Usher John nodded or shook his head to correct them,
to acknowledge which characters were still alive
and how many of them were being played by Yem!








The audience trackers with the right list
found it contained Leads John and Sadie,
Writer Jay now at the piano, Producer Rob,
his newly found daughter Lynn, her past shady,







Also still under suspicion suave Director Max,
the now vivacious Plusje, NOT shot in the head,
the muddy and bloody understudy, Magenta,
her protector the Mime, all alive, not dead!








Almost cleared of suspicion, Script Girl Summer,
the Sweetest Angel, reviewers Sandy,
Mr. Blackberry and Ms. Marvel, Gypsy,
the new arrival who thinks Lynn is quite dandy!







Still too hard to call, the status of the technicians,
CT and RadioPj, both with mysterious credentials.
Usher John tallied the number at seventeen,
the cast members still listed as essentials.






Crossed off on programs, gone to their demise,
Coelho, the dummy, Rimaldi, John guessed,
Scoobie doo and friends. Seen leaving the scene,
reporter Id, the Mayor and Maxine, who already confessed.






Uncertain of whereabouts, Myrtle of Whole Foods,
her truck of food, Mr. Franky, oops, a clue,
food and Yem, a magnetic combination,
causing the banned Mr. Franky to say adieu?

Hovering somewhere in ghostly space,
Marcus Antony, the Phantom; in the wings,
the impersonators Poe, Clouseau and Holmes,
and of course, the fat lady who finally sings.



At the heart of it all, Moxie!



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Update-- June 12, 2009



It has been said that the Keystone Theater
never closes, for the players' spirits act
on through the nights, but at this moment
the stage reveals the man under contract,
the writer behind the Yemish characters,
the Yem behind the Keystone curtain,
the last actor to take his bow on the stage,
truly, the Moxie orange wizard for certain...







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  • Rick Weston silver member
    November 4
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  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 13
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    Epilogue One




    As the theater clears,
    excitement still in the air,
    the stage remains alive
    with murmurs heard from the lair.




    "Ghostly puppetmaker, evil cleaning lady, mean spirited concession stand worker....I think they all want to have a say"--says Yemassee.

    (Thinking out loud...)

  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 13
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    So you may think the party is over,
    the story told, the WHOdunnit revealed,
    but, not so fast, the epilogues begin,
    unveiling events heretofore concealed,
    or revealing the future of the characters.
    PLAY ALONG, if you wish with a comment or two,
    or three or four or more, as "Whodunnit,
    the Interactive Mystery" welcomes YOU!

    Ms. Marvel


  • Oooh I really like this! Your rhyming was good, and the storyline was captivating and kept me interested in reading until the end.

    -In the light booth,
    crafty technician
    focuses images
    on the scrim behind Lynn.
    ...

    I'm not exactly sure why, but I love that. Your wording was flawless.
    Thank you for sharing this.

    • Aesthete2000 gold member
      June 12
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      Thank you! Some of the phrasing
      just poured out upon the page,
      wanting to get started---not knowing
      what was to come, with an open invitation
      for characters to join in and buid the story!!

      M-C


  • schoolsable
    June 12
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    lol this is soo cool i love it!

  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 12
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    Epilogue One




    "Ghostly puppetmaker, evil cleaning lady, mean spirited concession stand worker....I think they all want to have a say"--says Yemassee.




  • Yemassee gold member
    June 12
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    I will say my adieu here to help reach the goal. Will try to add some ideas tonight. Bye.

  • Yemassee gold member
    June 12
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    In all of this, no one has even thought. Who created Coelho, what puppet-maker with his fiery hands forged such a creation....could it be...the modern day Guiesseppe? (sp)

    BeanRows?

    • Aesthete2000 gold member
      June 12
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      BeanRows, the puppet maker?
      That BeanRows, lying in wait
      to appear on the stage???
      Hmmmm... an image,
      a beanstalk without Jack?

      • Yemassee gold member
        June 12
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        I still have one unassigned account, the former Sandy74...maybe it's not BeanRow who makes the little puppets who seem to have mind's of their own...maybe it is another who has yet to be seen by the ghosts in the theater....and the readers of this play!

        • Aesthete2000 gold member
          June 12
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          Be still, my heart, a new character,
          not yet conceived, one to come alive
          on the page, crafted in words unusual
          by Yemassee, drafted in line and form
          by Ms. Marvel?????

    • Aesthete2000 gold member
      June 12
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      On the stage of the theater that never sleeps,
      the story continues in ghostly tones,
      the spirit of Coelho searching for
      a new and improved body!!
      Giuseppe----

      • Yemassee gold member
        June 12
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        And in a little shop in Hamburg, Germany an elderly man works on a dream, creating a puppet a little boy...Pinocchio? Oh no, a new and improved...Coelho! But improvement depends on your point of view...and the ghosts in the theater are all a murmur on what that might mean!

        • Aesthete2000 gold member
          June 12
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          Might we expect a trans-Atlantic flight
          to carry precious cargo---overnight,
          upon the puppet's completion?
          "Murmur, murmur" can be heard
          emanating from the Phantom's lair...


          • Yemassee gold member
            June 12
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            Or Alf? lol

            • Aesthete2000 gold member
              June 12
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              Oh, Alf, dear Alf,
              a replica of which hides in the toy closet,
              a mere memory. Perfect to resurrect---
              a distant cousin?

              Remembering the episode where he has a date
              with the blind girl---lots of undertones in that one.


              • joyfuljossie
                June 13
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                too funny! I remember that one as well!~

                • Aesthete2000 gold member
                  June 13
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                  Rather touching---way before internet boards---
                  but indicative of how we get to know someone
                  with only words. Oh, or did she try to touch his
                  fuzzy, hairy "hand"?

          • Yemassee gold member
            June 12
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            I'll have to do a little research on Pinocchio...where it was set, details and such. It might be fun to tie it in with Coelho...or maybe I can find a famed puppetmaker...maybe it's Jim Henson...maybe Coelho is Kermit T. Frog's brother! lol


            • Aesthete2000 gold member
              June 12
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              A ghostly puppetmaker? Perfect!

              • Yemassee gold member
                June 12
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                Ghostly puppetmaker, evil cleaning lady, mean spirited concession stand worker....I think they all want to have a say.


  • Mari Goes gold member
    June 12

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    The irony is that Plusje is really dead
    Was a sudde death, quick exhaled the last breath
    was she poisoned, was it a heart attack, a mystery
    that will never be solved.
    And if murdered, then who did it?
    Is Dave the psycho in this story?

    • Yemassee gold member
      June 12

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      Yes, a sad irony. I apologize for creating the Plusje character. It was meant as a silly joke between friends at the time.


      • Mari Goes gold member
        June 12
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        Don't apologize! We don't have a magic crystal ball


      • Aesthete2000 gold member
        June 12
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        But the real inspirational fella
        living on with warm memories
        in receptive hearts.

        • Yemassee gold member
          June 12
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          and Snowy, the other bunny. I still always see them in my thoughts as a team. One was more adventurous I believe than the other. One would stand his defiant ground to the curious cat, I believe Mariza used to say it thought it was a dog.

    • Aesthete2000 gold member
      June 12

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      Buried down in the pages,
      we find it was all a ploy
      to get Mari more attention,
      (although Rimaldi thinks he did it)
      for Max the Director has revealed
      that Plusje will be taking over the lead,
      now that Wynn, former leading lady Sadie,
      has eloped with Liam, the crafty technician,
      ( a fantastic plot development created by
      Wynn [pixie] and Liam [white stone] ).
      With so much improv in the Mystery play
      the plot does change each time presented!

  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 12
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    So you may think the party is over,
    the story told, the WHOdunnit revealed,
    but, not so fast, the epilogues begin,
    unveiling events heretofore concealed,
    or revealing the future of the characters.
    PLAY ALONG, if you wish with a comment or two,
    or three or four or more, as "Whodunnit,
    the Interactive Mystery" welcomes YOU!

    Ms. Marvel

    • Yemassee gold member
      June 12
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      A well-written ending to this extended piece. About the only one of its kind I have seen on AP. That may be the end of the Whodunnit...but characters (as you say) never really leave a Theater one they inhabit it. I wouldn't doubt that they appear to Ms. Marvel in her sleep, or in the dark of the night at the Theater...or in this writers imagination when he least expects it...Coelho always returns...I am sure he will again.

      "Yem, Yem, Yem!"

      How could I not get a big head at hearing that. Lets fill up the Theater again for another performance...of some other kind.

      • Aesthete2000 gold member
        June 12
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        I already have frame on frame
        around your head to try
        to keep it under control!!

        The premise is improv based
        on the original script---a different
        conclusion every night----so
        as the theater fills---on with the play---
        or a fantasy series of epilogues!!!

  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 12
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    It has been said that the Keystone Theater
    never closes, for the players' spirits act
    on through the nights, but at this moment
    the stage reveals the man under contract,
    the writer behind the Yemish characters,
    the Yem behind the Keystone curtain,
    the last actor to take his bow on the stage,
    truly, the Moxie orange wizard for certain...








  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 12
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    As Ms. Marvel tried desperately to keep track
    of all of Yem's characters, she discovered
    a key character was missing. Rimaldi!
    And just when she thought the mystery was uncovered!
    From behind a rear curtain, she heard a "Pssst!"
    Myrtle of Whole Foods had returned,
    with an extra large vegetable in tow.
    "Oh, no," exclaimed Ms. Marvel, very concerned.

    "Was he trying to escape
    in your refrigerated truck?
    He must have thought
    he was out of luck,"
    whispered Ms. Marvel,
    waiting for Myrtle to answer.
    Myrtle gestured for Ms. Marvel to come closer,
    as she struggled to hold the green dancer.



    Rimaldi broke free and forced his way to center stage,
    crying out, "I am nothing without Coelho.
    He is the best of me. He is the worst of me."




    "Eeeeeeeeeyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooooo!"
    A shrill scream pierced the air as all heads turned toward
    the balcony. A small figure stood on the edge
    grasping the Liam/Harry swing down rope!

    Myrtle had a sense of deja vu....

    With the rope secured around its waist
    the little Coelho flew through the air
    over the heads of the audience,
    as only a wooden dummy would dare.

    A collective gasp could be heard
    as Coelho crashed onto the stage,
    landing limp and lifeless at Rimaldi's feet,
    no longer wild with vengeful rage.



    Rimaldi glowed in triumphant mode
    as he placed his foot upon Coelho,
    shouting dramatically, "I admit I dunnit,
    but he made me do it, this evil fellow!"

    At last! At last, the cast and the audience
    breathed in relief, their suspicions realized,
    Mystery solved, or was it, an hypnotic dummy,
    a spirit, a special effect, they analyzed.

    The lights grew dimmer as a tiny spot
    lit the face of the dummy, its image projected
    larger than life on the screen, lifeless, perhaps,
    but by all a slight upturned smile was detected.



    The lighting cast an eery glow on the stage,
    the audience members not believing their eyes,
    as one by one, all of Yem's characters
    were fading, being reduced in size.

    "Holograms!" McCheese called out from the rear,
    "I knew there was a trick to it all!"
    The audience responded with a standing ovation
    and with "Yem, Yem, Yem ," their insistent call.

    (continued above)




  • Ms-Mouse
    June 10
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  • Ms-Mouse
    June 8

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    (A timerous wee Mousie stealthily pitter patter's in, to observe the investigation, nibbling on a three month old 1/4 of a cheese cracker, wondering who turned the heating off here? Makes a little nest out of the seat stuffing, and curls up awaiting the action.)

    • Mayor McCheese, who had slipped back in the theater
      in search of his new love Maxine, looked curiously at Ms-Mouse
      and whispered, "Lady, you almost missed the whole thing!
      And this is the best performance ever--the best house--
      more improv than anyone can keep track of. That Yemassee....
      he surely couldn't play all those parts at once! You'll see."

      Ms-Mouse's eyes grew larger as she noted the name badge
      that Mayor McCheese was wearing.....

  • Noting the hesitation of the characters,
    Lynn slipped in between, linking her arm
    with that of her newly discovered father,
    bringing him a smile with her charm!


    In a moment of truth she had never felt before,
    Lynn connected with the hope in Rob's eyes,
    feeling secure, a condition that had eluded her,
    the seed of love, with no tricks, no guise.

    ( continued below)


    • Sudo Nimh silver member
      June 6

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      " Hola Papa'" lynn whispers, as she looks up to the man who had somehow found her in this whole world of possible daughters. She gives his elbow a gentle squeeze with her own, and knowing that they surely have some serious catching up to do, Lynn suggests that perhaps, after the show, the two of them..along with her wandering half-sister if she so chose, might meet a the wine bar and partake of a carafe or two while trading histories. "I'm sure that we have much to share, msieu..I would love to hear the tale of your quest."
      The man she now knows as the other half of her self smiles broadly, and Lynn recognizes her own crooked grin on his face..she'd always wondered where hers had come from..so unilke her mother's.
      The exchange of common smiles precludes all need for words, and they stand, completed and somewhat off-kilter, both quietly anticipating the many long evenings of stories to come..

      • joyfuljossie
        June 12
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        "Hola Papa!!! Papa Smumpa!!! what has this guy done for you!"
        Gypsy, well- she indulged in a couple, no! A few...
        "I don't get it! I"m sorry, it's hard.."
        Lynn grabs her sister's arm, "Shhhh! Quit being a TARD!"
        "I know... my apologizes... forgive me? Here I go again...
        it's just... just... him? what about us-
        it's all just began!"
        ahh- that Gypsy.... give 'er some booze...
        regrets in the morning... about the thoughts she did lose.
        her words she did mean them
        but, that's never enough...
        Gyspy got up and left...
        with her foot in her mouth....

        • Sudo Nimh silver member
          June 14
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          oh sister..how i loves you and how alike we can be though we have been separated by years and twisted paths..
          i've got a flagon of the hair of the dog somewhere in the bottom of my bottomless purse..would you care to join me backstage for a sip or two?..
          Lynn grins, and takes her sister by the hand..the pair wobble away into the wings.

        • Aesthete2000 gold member
          June 12
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          Oh,the after party--
          loosened lips--Gypsy speaking
          her mind! That she has in common
          with Lynn, does she not?




          Ms. Marvel

      • Yemassee gold member
        June 8
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        I know the father, as if he were a twin, Rob (Nom de guerre) shall give you his answer tonight. Sadly we both work the same hours. A poignant tale C with a J...crooked smile...at least you didn't get his crooked nose!

        He talks about you often with his friends. With Ms. Marvel who one claimed you a ''find''...oops mixing fiction and reality.

      • Ms. Marvel, observing closely from the wings,
        smiles and wipes her tears away
        all the while her heart sings
        for the happiness within the play.

  • Magenta got ill in her room
    They took her to ER
    She was rambling and raving....acting like mad...
    For just a few days her lavish room would be a metal cot and a wall of pad................
    But she was seething the whole time through
    She would come back with fury for the cast and crew....
    To spike her drink was the last straw
    This mystery's gone it...it will be solved
    Once her freedom was absolved

    • Having to share the lead with Mari
      after faithfully playing the Understudy,
      Magenta lost her sesnse of reality,
      becoming obsessed over why she was bloody!




      The lines of the play,
      her striving to take the lead,
      all blended in her head,
      and no one had taken heed...
      except the faithful mime
      who has sworn allegience
      to the young actor,
      willing her his good sense.

      • Take note that wise Yem predicted a blow up about to happen....

        "Magenta has now for a long time been mysteriously silent in this whodunnit. That either means she is guilty or disinterested. Having searched the archive, I see nothing that hints that she is hiding a secret. And though she has a lot to gain, no one who hangs out with a mime can be the culprit, for as we all know mimes are actually the first to squeal to the cops when they know about a crime...you can look it up on wikipedia..." as written by Yemassee

  • But even the Moxie man
    fell victim to Harry
    the lighting technician's
    manipulations....

    ...with images loosing their Orange Moxie glow
    and turning pastel lime and turquiose????
    What's a Moxie Man to do???

  • The Mystery of Yemassee
    holds time captured
    as the Moxie Man
    contemplates...

    ...wondering which end was up...
    as he determined to expose who dunnit!


  • angelica silver member
    May 2
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    As the curtain slowly rises we see Angel standing ready for the show
    standing up Edgar Allan Poe’s voice booms out from the front row.

    A Dream-by
    Edgar Allan Poe
    In visions of the dark night
    I have dreamed of joy departed
    But a waking dream of life and light
    Hath left me broken-hearted.



    The sweetest angel stands beside the piano smiling at the audience
    a single red rose upon the piano, she leans over to smell the fragrance
    “He must be here.” She sighs as she slowly unrolls the scroll to recite
    the poem that was written for her to read to the audience tonight.
    Everyone gazes in awe as the Angel stands in her beautiful blue gown
    the lights pick up the sequin embroidery in the dress so lovingly sown
    creating all the colours of the rainbow as she swirls around as though
    listening to a voice unheard by the crowd, a smile upon her face that glows
    as The Phantom whispers to her “Be still my Angel, I am here, don’t be afraid
    recite your words loud and clear to reach each person” as the piano played
    soft romantic music waiting for the cue for Angel to begin to speak her words
    Angel stood and faced the audience as a hush fell in the hall and no one stirred.



    Your gentle touch

    I sat very still and watched the moon
    and felt enchantment in the air
    as though something would happen soon
    and then a breeze passed through my hair.

    I felt a touch and then I knew
    that you were here with me once more.
    I saw your face and spoke “It’s true
    you have come back just like before.”

    Your gentle touch it feels so light
    I say to you. “You are my star
    that shines so bright throughout the night
    to have you near I will go far.”

    “Never give up on your dreams
    For they are there to guide you
    to go beyond to other realms
    and seek the words you find are true.

    We meet each life to live again
    what time He grants we never know
    but each return is worth the pain
    the bond we have will last and grow.”

    “He spoke the words right from his soul
    and wrote them down upon this scroll.

    “The Phantom lives on” she whispered to him.

    The audience rose to their feet clapping loudly! Bravo, Bravo they called out
    ENCORE ENCORE! The audience began to shout.
    Suddenly a hush fell over the room as all eyes went to Angel by the piano
    a bouquet of red roses seemed to be floating from above the piano
    into the arms of the sweetest angel as if by magic, nobody spoke a word
    as she held them in her arms inhaling the fragrance, not a sound could be heard.
    Some people in the audience who had the gift could see the Phantom by her side
    But none spoke of it for it was a special moment as the two stood there with pride.
    Angel curtseyed to the crowd as the curtain fell.

    • angelica silver member
      May 29
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      Encore, Encore chanted the audience as the sweetest angel, the Phantom with Maxine in between;
      the curtain rising as they stood there hand in hand smiling as they took their bows, taking in the scene
      BRAVO BRAVO! A basket of red roses near their feet, the basket rose from the floor by a gloved hand
      to the Phantoms arms and angel and Maxine joined him tossing roses as music played from the band.
      Hundreds of roses filled the hall, they fell like rain on a summers day, none knew from whence they came
      they stood in awe as music drifted mystically as all the angels gathered there chanting angels name
      with voices heaven sent as a gloved hand appeared once more to guide angel to the center into a dance
      a figure appeared holding angel as they twirled around the stage to the Vienna Waltz, at each other they'd glance
      their feet not seeming to touch the floor, the audience sat silent their eyes glued to the ghostly couple in awe
      "Was the sweetest angel a ghost as well who came back as angelica?" they whispered amazed at what they saw.
      A mist began to rise on the stage with rainbow colours glowing brilliantly and drifted among the throng.
      The audience sighed at the sights they witnessed, the mist cleared and angel and the Phantom were gone
      BRAVO BRAVO! as the curtain began to fall.






  • Yemassee gold member
    May 29
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    Magenta has now for a long time been mysteriously silent in this whodunnit. That either means she is guilty or disinterested. Having searched the archive, I see nothing that hints that she is hiding a secret. And though she has a lot to gain, no one who hangs out with a mime can be the culprit, for as we all know mimes are actually the first to squeal to the cops when they know about a crime...you can look it up on wikipedia...

    So new we have:

    Jay
    Producer Rob
    John
    Sadie

    and

    one other...the obvious.

    The field narrows.

    • Be sure to take note of the scene
      that has played out above with
      character Rob, the Producer
      and just discovered daughter
      Lynn. Ms. Marvel had tears in
      her eyes.

      Here is a box of Kleenex for you.

    • Narrowing....
      Peering....from the wings...

  • Yemassee gold member
    May 29
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    We can cross off Plusje for we don't write about self-inflicted injuries. So she is safe.Myrtle despite her rage against Mr. Franky could not be brought to such anger without provocation. So now we have:

    Jay
    Magenta
    Producer Rob
    John
    Sadie

    and

    one other...the obvious.



    • The audience gasped as the images played on the screen.
      Harry, the assiociate technician, played right into Yem's scene!

      Ms. Marvel

  • Yemassee gold member
    May 29
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    I stand here before the audience, like Earl Hickey of "My Name Is Earl" with my crossed off list trying to decide who next to cross off. I have tried a number of times to end this performance dramatically, but alas, "Mother Who Dunnit" will not allow it.

    So who did do it? That's the question that has been asked this past few weeks. It was not Usher John or the technicians, villains are never "local color."

    It is the same story for Script Girl Summer, the Sweetest Angel, the reviewers Sandy, Mr. Blackberry, Gypsy, the new arrival and even Ms. Marvel, herself. Script writers and reviewers do not have a strong enough motivation.

    Mr. Franky is no more, he met a hideous end, so he is obviously cleared.

    Is it Mad Max? No. Too debonair, too calm, it takes a man or woman of passion to do this crime. So who fits that description. Plusje? Yes, she was quite irate at having been given a Moxie. Magenta, possibly. Understudies by their very nature but have a measure of angst. The mime? Have you ever heard of a 'crime mime'? The hideous rhyme alone would prohibit it.

    So who is left? John, oh yes, he has the fire in his belly to do the crime. Myrtle? She did do away with Mr. Franky. We can't ignore that fact!

    Who else? Jay? Of course he helped create this farce. Producer Rob? Sure.
    Producer Rob, his new found daughter Lynn? She's far too sweet...if she even touched the bitter Moxie, it would turn sweet.

    So this is who remains:

    Jay
    Myrtle
    Plusje
    Magenta
    Sadie
    Producer Rob
    John

    and

    one other...the obvious.

    • Harry illumined the scrim
      with an hypnotic series
      of greens, appearing
      to be a time tunnel of
      sorts. Or was he just
      teasing the audience.



      Unflustered by the rays of green
      crossing over him, Yem continued
      his musing...



  • It has been said that the Keystone Theater
    never closes, for the players' spirits act
    on through the nights, but at this moment
    the stage reveals the man under contract,
    the writer behind the Yemish characters,
    the Yem behind the Keystone curtain,
    the last actor to take his bow on the stage,
    truly, the Moxie orange wizard for certain...










  • THE CURTAIN CALL EXTRAVAGANZA...

    Dramatic lighting directed all eyes to the scrim

    reminding the audience of clues upon clue.
    As the scrim lifted an assorted aray of characters
    were pushing and shoving to get their due!

    Jay, the Writer, still in his carpenter attire,
    protested loudly, "Everyone knew I was at the hotel!"



    Rob, the Producer, argued vehemently, "So why
    did you take the keys after you ahsked me
    to pahk the cah? I had to hail a cab!"



    Leading actor John spoke up, "You know I was
    in the balcony, talking some sense into that
    Harry and the temp. I didn't do it!"



    Sir Ima in character of Rimaldi twirled his cane
    to get attention, "Gentleman, you all are crazy,
    demented, confused. I confessed as Rimaldi
    but no one took me seriously. What's a knighted
    character to do to get a bettah paht? I even
    disposed of Coelho to get some credibility!"






    The audience was in an uproar
    as Mr. Franky and OscarMayerWeiner
    seemed about to come to blows.
    Oscar shouted,"Every day you get
    meaner and meaner! Hey, stop
    trying to bit off my head."

    Mr. Franky was inconsolable, "It's
    not my fault I'm addicted to food."





    The audience began to buzz, checking
    program notes they had made.
    "How?" "How?" "How" could be heard,
    as the alert members had already
    figured out that all these characters
    were played by the same actor!

    "How can he do it...play all the characters
    at once? They were never all on stage
    together before," a patron could be
    overheard talking to those around him.


    "Hey, look what's happening to Leading Man, John!"
    someone shouted out.




    Still confused by the transformations of Leading
    Man, John, the audience was abuzz when the
    dapper Keystone Manager began appearing and
    appearing and appearing and appearing.

    "What goes on here? I was sent on hiatus so abruptly---
    -and now all this," the Chaplinesque
    character demanded of no one in particular.

    But before he could get an answer,
    strange apparitions of Coelho overshadowed
    all on the stage!



    An excited patron in the first row shouted,
    "Look, look what's happening to the little fellow,
    the dummy! He's multiplying! Oh, no, he's getting
    smaller and smaller, too!"




    Is this Coelho's revenge?
    (To be continued)




    CONTINUED BELOW,
    YEMISH CHARACTERS
    AND FRIENDS TELL ALL....










  • THE CURTAIN CALL CONTINUES...

    A swirling, whirling dancing duo
    flew from the wings attracting
    the audience's attention to the pair
    known for both their dancing and acting!




    Usher John braved the dancing action
    as he announced their names to the audience,
    and presented to each a long term contract
    from Rob the Producer, from this moment hence....

    The white gloved waiters brought forth
    personalized flutes for the dynamic pair
    as the audience shouted "Bravo! Bravo!"
    for the delightful sisters who cared to dare!



    (To be continued...)







    • Sudo Nimh silver member
      May 27
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      Lynn and Gypsy stand together, both seeming so much taller than their hereditarily diminutive frames..arms linked, scrolls in hand, they raise their sparkling flutes to the gracious audience, and begin to harmonize a favorite song.."So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu..adieu, adieu, to yeu and yeu and yeu.." at which point, they tilt their glasses and take a sip each of the stars...
      "My friends and fiends, a grand thank you to you all from both of us," Lynn begins, as Gypsy signs along for the hearing impaired. "we have been brought together by the stage, and have shared both joy and anguish, both love and treachery..Now we take those things with us back out to the world..le grand theatre de la vie. Through the element of a mystery, we have all learned many things,and can know most certainly that there is both dark and light in each one of our hearts, that no one stands unnaccountable to their own conscience, whether singular or collective.Through our dramas we may find our truths."
      The shining pair curtsies deeply and, blowing kisses, begins to exit stage left when, in a moment of spontaneous afterthought, Lynn pops back to the mike, and in the most open yet confidential tone imparts "As of yet, I do not have an agent, but if there is anyone out there who is interested in exploiting our abilities, do feel free to leave your calling card at the front desk! Bon soir et je vous aime!"..

      • Ms. Marvel believes this is a perfect reunion,
        a perfect send-off for an epilogue as time goes by!!!

      • Gypsy then to Lynn's surprise
        Embraces her long lost sister
        wiping tears from her eyes.

        "Thank you, ever so dearly,
        Life's direction is now shown
        more clearly.
        Everything comes with reason
        and a rhyme,
        Truth and love will
        abide with time...
        the Universe works in a mysterious way,
        This game of life;
        is just a play "

        • Ah, the perfect tie in...

          "This game of life;
          is just a play "

          Great interaction of the sisters
          providing strong emotional moments
          for both the actors and the audience.

          Ms. Marvel



  • THE CURTAIN CALL CONTINUES...

    Usher John motioned the audience to be seated
    as the stage darkened. A captivating scent
    of roses swirled thru the theater as the sound
    system echoed a particular accent.



    Bouquets of roses were highlighted by auras
    as the Phantom's gentle voice announced
    "The Sweetest Angel" and "Mysterious Maxine "
    and faded from view as the names he pronounced.








    The Sweetest Angel, also known as Angelica
    and the Mysterious Maxine, also known as Catz
    let the flowers fill their arms to overflowing,
    looking regal as elegant true aristocrats.




    Their soft voices were lost in applause
    as calls of "Phantom" became the cause.



    (continued below)

    • As elegantly presented by angelica...

      "Encore, Encore chanted the audience as the sweetest angel, the Phantom with Maxine in between;
      the curtain rising as they stood there hand in hand smiling as they took their bows, taking in the scene
      BRAVO BRAVO! A basket of red roses near their feet, the basket rose from the floor by a gloved hand
      to the Phantoms arms and angel and Maxine joined him tossing roses as music played from the band.
      Hundreds of roses filled the hall, they fell like rain on a summers day, none knew from whence they came
      they stood in awe as music drifted mystically as all the angels gathered there chanting angels name
      with voices heaven sent as a gloved hand appeared once more to guide angel to the center into a dance
      a figure appeared holding angel as they twirled around the stage to the Vienna Waltz, at each other they'd glance
      their feet not seeming to touch the floor, the audience sat silent their eyes glued to the ghostly couple in awe
      "Was the sweetest angel a ghost as well who came back as angelica?" they whispered amazed at what they saw.
      A mist began to rise on the stage with rainbow colours glowing brilliantly and drifted among the throng.
      The audience sighed at the sights they witnessed, the mist cleared and angel and the Phantom were gone
      BRAVO BRAVO! as the curtain began to fall. "

      Angelica


  • THE CURTAIN CALL CONTINUES...


    John, the Usher, muti-tasking as usual,
    continued the call of cast, crew and director,
    appearing onstage himself, leading out
    Max, the Director and the once shot dead actor.


    Max escorted his protege, Plusje, to center stage,
    leaned over to whisper in her ear,
    then cued Harry in the booth to project
    the new marquee for its premiere.

    Projected super size on the scrim,
    Max's decision, not a mere whim...


    Plusje repled, "Oh, I don't know what to say."

    Max retorted, "Well, that's a first for this play!"

    Plusje touched her heart, tears streaming
    down her face, as the audience arose screaming--
    "Star, star!"




    As Max and Plusje joined the rest of the cast
    stage left, a waiter presented them with
    personalized flutes...



    (To be continued...)



  • THE CURTAIN CALL CONTINUES...

    The popular mime escorts Magenta the Understudy
    to the front of the stage to thunderous applause.
    With great pomp, he pulls a paper from his sleeve
    and presents it to Magenta with great cause!



    An image of a blank marquee emerged
    as Magenta unfolded and unfolded the paper
    and turned it towrad the audience!
    Proving his worth, Harry caught on to the caper,
    focussing in on the image to display
    on the projection screen so all could see.
    An audible gasp could be heard from the audience,
    from Understudy would she finally be free?



    Like magic the Marcel produced a piar of flutes,
    to soften the uncertainty in the air..............!



    (To be continued...)





  • THE CURTAIN CALL CONTINUES...

    Flushed with excitement from making his deadlines,
    Mr. Id rushes in the side door still undercover,
    taking Script Girl Summer by the hand,
    waving in RadioPJ from the wings, the secret to discover!



    An audience favorite for her persistence
    in updating the story as well as for her smile,
    Summer waves to the audience, each bowing
    and balancing the flutes all the while!!








  • THE CURTAIN CALL CONTINUES...

    The cast gathered on the stage
    was alive with excitement,
    but still very much aware
    of each having a special moment,
    the call of the name,
    the applause, the bow,
    enjoying the spotlight,
    the here and the now!



    Holding their chmpagne flutes
    with elegance and grace
    the recently returned CSI Emily,
    Angel of Finance Dolly in her rightful place,
    smiling broadly at the wisdom of her investment,
    Reviewer Sandy, reversing her premonitions,
    all step forward to take their bows, escorted
    by Reviewer/accountant Mr. Blackberry,
    sill adding up all the price of admisssions.




    The audience still in festive mode after
    the romantic scene of consequence
    between Liam and Wynn, applauds enthusiastically,
    although still confused if the four are cast or audience!



  • bozoloper
    May 18

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    well i'm months behind on this, but i have finally gotten here. have to say i'm a little lost, but i have my ideas about the culprit. i will be back more often now to check!

    • Ah, from your seat in the back row
      you kept all in control,
      tapping away on your laptop,
      smugly enjoying the moment
      in your dual role as the reviewer
      and the Producer's behind-the scenes
      money man/accountant!



  • THE CURTAIN CALL

    As the soundtrack softened, the flag images faded,
    the performers disappeared into the wings,
    leaving empty the darkened stage.


    A small spot placed John, the Usher,
    at full attention of the audience
    as he announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen,
    we salute our actors in an unconventional manner,
    bringing out first for your applause and appreciation
    leading Lady Sadie and Liam, the Crafty Technician."


    (continued below)



    • pixiestix gold member
      May 22

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      Sadie stood center stage with microphone in hand. She motioned to CT to join her. He slid down a rope with the ease of a gymnast and joined her. Motioning to the conductor the music began…

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcuBUCCjB-M (right click to open seperate window)

      So many nights, I'd sit by my window,
      Waiting for someone to sing me his song.
      So many dreams, I kept deep inside me,
      Alone in the dark, now you've come along.

      And you light up my life,
      You give me hope, to carry on.
      You light up my days
      And fill my nights with song.

      Rollin' at sea, adrift on the waters
      Could it be finally, I'm turning for home
      Finally a chance to say, "Hey, I Love You"
      Never again to be all alone.

      And you light up my life,
      You give me hope, to carry on.
      You light up my days
      And fill my nights with song.

      You, You light up my life
      You give me hope to carry on
      You light up my days
      And fill my nights with song
      It can't be wrong, when it feels so right

      Cause you, you light up my life


      Wynn looked out into the audience into the sea of wide suspense filled eyes. Everyone was anxiously awaiting what she had to say…

      “I always thought my career was all I needed. It has been the love of my life until now. I am willing to give it all up this very moment for Liam if he asks me to.

      She put both hands on her shoulder length brown hair and in one quick movement flipped her wig off to reveal a mane of flowing wavy red hair.

      Wynn looked into Liam’s eyes. “it’s true you know, you do light up my life” Liam ran his hands through her bright red silky locks and smiled. Leaning in she kissed him, forgetting they were still on stage in front of the audience. The audience cheered and whistled joined by the other actors and stage crew.

      • Liam stares back, caught up in the green hues of her eyes... at a loss for words.
        With his right hand, out of view of the audience, he pinches himself to make sure he isn't dead, floating on a dream to the land of Tir-na-nog...(the Land of Eternal Youth)...

        He drops to one knee, and pulls a chain from around his neck....
        There's a silver ring upon it, engraved with Celtic knots that thread about the shining band. A simple ruby glimmers in the spotlights, casting a spell over the audience, as if Dorothy had clicked her heels in a field of poppies...

        "You don't have ta give up a thing, for I bought us a theater in Dublin, with the most beautiful proscenium ya ever saw... It's beautiful, Wynn..."

        He sweeps his arm in a grand gesture over the cast...

        "Yer all invited ta come, it'd be our pleasure and my honor, if ya'd be in the company... Which I'd like to call...."

        He trails off, steels his gaze and turns to Wynn....

        "Aye, Sade, me Wynn... I'd have ya. And forever, until the stars fall upon the hills and the oceans dry to salty deserts.
        Marry me, Sadie... I love ya more than I could ever say"

        He holds his mother's ring, ready to slip it on her finger, the future shining bright in his eyes...

        • pixiestix gold member
          May 22
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          “Yes, yes! A thousand times YES!” Wynn exclaimed with tears of joy now streaming down her cheeks. She felt the warmth of Liam’s heart on the ring as he slipped it on her finger…a perfect fit! The ruby shone like the sun on a clear summer day. One of the assistant light techs held the reigns in the booth and followed Liam’s instructions to a tee lighting the ring with laser precision. Liam had not missed a detail in their love scene to end all love scenes. He made sure everything would fall perfectly in place.

          One of Liam’s personal staff handed out wedding invitations to all the members of the cast and crew. Each envelope was individually addressed in celtic calligraphy and the invitations on champagne shaded linen paper bore the same pattern knotwork as Wynn’s engagement ring.

          Waiters in tuxedos entered the theater carrying trays of fluted glasses each half full with Don Perignon so everyone could join in the celebration…

          • As the cast and crew drink to their engagement, a carriage drawn by six white horses arrives up front.
            "Well, my friends, it seems that this leg o' our journey is done....."
            Liam's eyes sweep joyfully over the cast.
            "Ye've all been most gracious, and played yer parts well...
            I hope ye all come to our wedding...
            Within yer invitations are tickets to a private island on "O'Barleygrain Air"... my private airline. First class...
            So, without further ado, we take our leave...."
            With a grin to slay the angels, Liam sweeps Sadie into his muscular arms, and walks at a quick pace down the stage left steps to the aisle.
            One by one, the crowd rises to their feet, clapping loudly, whistling, catcalling our lovely couple.
            "Ahh, get yer own!" beams Liam as he reaches the exit...
            Momentarily, like a feather alights on a pond, he sets Sadie down... "Take a bow dear.... and remember... It's far from your last...."
            The theater shakes with the unparalleled roar of the crowd, making all that came before sound like spectators at a round of golf...
            She is Wynn... and Sadie.... Sadie... O'Barleygrain... and she smiles, ready to depart.
            Liam sweeps her up again and carries her to the waiting carriage.
            Sadies perfect, diamond encrusted foot sets down on the carriage steps...
            They depart into the dying rays of the sun, which seems to wave goodbye to the Keystone Theater....
            The sky is awash with pinks and purples of every shade, bathing the wisps of cirrus clouds...
            Their life's departure awaits on Liam's Yacht, where there on the prow in fresh paint, dries the ship's new name... "Sadie"...
            Where later tonight they will conceive their first child, beneath the full moon, in the light of a falling star...
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            • Fantastic scene, Liam and Wynn!
              Bravo! Bravo!

              Ms.Marvel

            • Harry and the temp in the balcony
              knew their moment had arrived.
              Calling upon John the Usher to shoulder
              the video cam, Harry thrived
              as he ran the feed to the projection screens,
              John catching all the departure action,
              from a closeup of Wynn's sparkling shoe
              to Liam's big grin of total satisfaction.

              Then the focus returned to the stage....

              (continued above)








  • FINALE

    The audience was held in the moment
    of the sweetest angel's dream,

    igniting thoughts of wishes not made,
    that everything is not as it might seem.


    A quick glance thru the program
    suggested it was finale time,
    with wonders awaiting behind the curtain,
    a musical farewell or even more rhyme.

    A hush fell over the crowd,
    as a voice known only by old-timers
    and classic movie buffs,
    could be heard from the speakers...

    "God bless America...."

    As the curtain opened, the darkened stage
    revealed the entire cast assembled,
    with focus on the projection screen,
    a black and white film, a singer who resembled....

    Kate Smith

    Spontaneously, the performers blended in
    with anthems and songs from all the countries
    from which they originated, one after another
    until it became a stage without boundries.

    (Cue to anyone to jump in, with lyrics, titles,
    antics, and possibly sub-titles......)

    • Right on cue, Lynn, the green Canadian,
      commanded the spotlight in front of the scrim.
      The rising stage platform brought her far above the others,
      as she projected loudly, her personal take on a hym!

      • Sudo Nimh silver member
        May 8
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        Grinning her best and broadest stage grin, teeth gleaming, Lynn starts off...

        "OOoohh..when I look around me
        i can't believe what I see!
        It seems as though this country has lost it's will to live!
        THe economy is lousy..we barely have an army..
        But we can still stand proudly cause Canada's reeally big..!"

        goosestepping like a royal mountie..though she's never actually seen one, Lynn carries on through the verses..concluding with the lines..

        "Weee're larger than Malaysia
        Almost as big as Asia
        We're bigger than Australia
        And it's a continent!
        So big we seldom bother
        To go see one another

        But we often go to other
        Countries for vaacaationn.."

        snapping a low bow from the waist, Lyn marches off, blowing Canadian style kisses to the howling audience..

        (must credit the "Arrogant Worms" for this rendition)

        • Miraculously, or so it seemed,
          The blending of voices grew,
          the US citizens following the sound track,
          singing "God Bless America," along with Kate,
          with some inserting lyrics fron "The Star Spangled Banner."

          "Hino Nacional Brasileiro" and "Lupang Hinirang"
          lyrics harmonized with the other voices.


          Rising in tone, more harmonious tones represented "O Canada"
          "God Save the Queen," "Advance Australia Fair"
          and "God Defend New Zeeland,"
          hinting that the Phantom was still nearby.




          If you want to jump in and outsing Kate,
          enter below....

    • pixiestix gold member
      May 3
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      Three washboard abs took the stage in their official Whodunit Boxers ($19.95 at the mechandise stand). They struck a pose center stage like rippled bronze statues. Women audience members rushed to the front of the theater all wanting to be as close as possible. There was pushing and shoving and John the Usher had his hands full trying to keep some semblence of order.

      The music started and so did the washboard abs...

      http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gcbsy5SiCIo (right click to open separate window)

      • angelica silver member
        May 11

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        The sweetest Angel stood proudly as the Australian Anthem played

        ADVANCE AUSTRALIA FAIR

        Australians all let us rejoice,
        For we are young and free;
        We’ve golden soil and wealth for toil;
        Our home is girt by sea;
        Our land abounds in nature’s gifts
        Of beauty rich and rare;
        In history’s page, let every stage
        Advance Australia Fair.

        In joyful strains then let us sing,
        Advance Australia Fair.

        Beneath our radiant Southern Cross
        We’ll toil with hearts and hands;
        To make this Commonwealth of ours
        Renowned of all the lands;
        For those who’ve come across the seas
        We’ve boundless plains to share;
        With courage let us all combine
        To Advance Australia Fair.

        In joyful strains then let us sing,
        Advance Australia Fair.

        The Phantom stood by Angels side, unseen by most as the New Zealand National Anthem was played.

        The announcers voice speaks

        This one is for "THE PHANTOM!"

        God defend New Zealand

        God of nations at thy feet
        In the bonds of love we meet.
        Hear our voices, we entreat,
        God defend our free land.
        Guard Pacific's triple star
        From the shafts of strife and war,
        Make her praises heard afar,
        God defend New Zealand.

        E Ihoa Atua,
        O nga Iwi! Matoura,
        Ata whakarongona;
        Me aroha roa.
        Kia hua ko te pai;
        Kia tau to atawhai;
        Manaakitia mai
        Aotearoa.

        Men of every creed and race
        Gather here before thy face,
        Asking thee to bless this place,
        God defend our free land.
        From dissension, envy, hate,
        And corruption guard our state,
        Make our country good and great,
        God defend New Zealand.


  • We were thinking along the same lines,
    for I was about to collect all the Yemmies
    as featured in graphics and re-populate the world.
    At least one of them should be able to play nice in the sandbox!!!

    • Yemassee gold member
      May 2
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      <

      Apparently there are 8 of them. One can't change until tomorrow and another "nouveau clouseau" he can'r change for about 10 days. So there are currently six Yemassees...how long will there remain six? Well, I have my own little who dunnit here and we shall see.

      • Well, I just updated to seven!

        But what about our resident heartthrob, Mayne?
        Hope you make room for him!
        So n ow the ploy, which Yem survives?
        Like a jungle survivor game!
        Oh, save Mayne!

        Watching any Derby stuff?

        • Yemassee gold member
          May 2
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          I was watching some of the talk about the Derby a while ago. I think it is what? about 2 hours from now? I'll turn it on when it gets near time.

          I'm not sure what I want to do with the Yem's. The syrvivor game sounds good. Umm, Mayne is one of the Yem's don't ask me which one, lol

          • All the other races going on---super wet, muddy track.
            Fave "I Want Revenge" got scratched earlier.
            Horse owner offspring favors Fresian Fire, Dunkirk,
            Hold Me Back, Regal Ransom---but that was posted
            several days ago.Race on NBC at 5:24. prelim on now
            and still on ESPN.

            • Yemassee gold member
              May 2
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              5:24 ok, will check in at 5. Not a fan of horse racing. I know you had a family member who owned part of a race horse right?

              • Oops--you won't miss it then, cause that's central daylight time!!!!

                Captain Bodgit, 1997.

                Re where Mayne is---by the guestbook, perhaps, to tell
                where he was????

                • Yemassee gold member
                  May 2
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                  I can usually tell who they were by the amount of comments they've made. Yem leads the way then Ima, Keystone and probably Nom. After that I have to investigate a little more before I remember. It's a good thing I have a password reminder to keep all my passwords and usernames or I'd never find the accounts, lol I have about 5 too many. I may retire all but Yem, Ima and Keystone

                  • OMG---and I can barely keep up with me---jsut one of me.
                    The online board showing multiple Yemmies---people scratching heads!!

                    Bull Mooser---rhymed with producer---so MR. blackberry called you that.
                    thought the moose was appropriate. Acutally a reference to members
                    of Teddy Roosevelt's Progressive Party!

                    You changed Ima, too. No natty little cucumber? Be still my heart.
                    Will remain loyal to IMASSEE!

  • There lies Moxie Man Yem
    deader than a doornail
    call it a dream
    but poor Yem hit the trail.

    The sideways Moxie Man is a good touch! lol

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