Wednesday, May 30

In Which the Unlikely Rescuer is Revealed (no it isn't me)

Baron JAP knew exactly what he was going to do. He knew the perfect person to help him out here. If a retired detective (with a reputation similar to that of one Holmes, Sherlock, Esq) who had years of pontification, deduction and logical over-analyzing under his belt couldn't figure out where to start hunting for RCW, JAP didn't know who could.

He strode down the driveway (Gracefully, always Gracefully) and walked across the dusty road to the Professor's house. TR and he went back a long way to the Days of their Callow Youth. They would have a pow wow. And things would get Sorted Out. He banged on the door unceremoniously and waited.

Now to return to our heroine whom we left to the tender care of the bushes and her annoying brain. Or at least I meant to return but I'm gonna be a bad author (no donut for me) and put it off till tomorrow. I'm tired and out of inspiration today (and also annoyed with men, in general, and I don't want to write the rest of this and allow it to become tinged with bitterness (which it undoubtedly will). We shall leave that for another day).

Didja see the bracket in a bracket? How cool am i?

Also, also, how about the Unlikely Rescuer, huh? Did any of you guess? Didja? Didja?

13 comments:

km said...

Does the Unlikely Rescuer wear his underpants on the outside? That's an important clue, you know.

??! said...

Il Professori! Good one that...can he please have Pipe and Deerstalker Hat? And must have Walking Stick. Please Please? (notice the capitals)

Tabula Rasa said...

ah. the ego is suitably altered, to be sure.

Revealed said...

@km: That Shall be Revealed in Good Time :)

@??!: He shall, he shall. Anything for you :D

@tr: Champion of Affronted Dads Everywhere. How can you grumble?

??! said...

awww....zank you (one grins like a monkey eating a peanut-stuffed-banana).

wiseling said...

Here is a meaningful comment-post for you :)
Today one is feeling the currents of the supernatural and one must inform you of what The Voices have intoned...

The Baron has arrived at an empty house. RCW, in a bout of melancholy [upon realizing that, like the tango, (which, incase you didn't know, takes two,) it is hard to dance alone to Lal Dupatte Wali,] backtracked and enlisted The Professor to accompany her on her somewhat spontaneous jaunt. This is ofcourse completely unrelated to the fact that he had a fast vehicle that could whisk you away to a totally different world. Or Portugal.

Revealed said...

@??!: One is a bit appalled at one's peanut stuffed bananas. And a tad envious.

@wiseling: We bows to the master. Wanna guest-write an episode?

wiseling said...

haha... why not.. i seem to be suffering from traumatic post-sickness writers block at the moment.. maybe this shall serve as remedy...
how about you write this one and i'll follow up? i'd like to see how you were planning to spin this.. sounds good?

Revealed said...

@wiseling: You gots yourself a deal. I have a flight to catch this afternoon but I'll get something posted before I leave and then leave feeling that I have left Flaff in good hands :)

Sunshine said...

You are the coolest, girl :-)

Tabula Rasa said...

who's grumbling?

J. Alfred Prufrock said...

I think I am entitled to grumble.

Gah.

J.A.P.

Revealed said...

@ss: Awwwww.

@tr: My bad *starts thinking up plot lines that would make him grumble*

@JAP: *After* I made you Sean Connery. Is there any justice left in this world? And if there is, can I have some?