Wallmart part 1

JazzItUp has entered the chatroom.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly has entered the chatroom.

MountainLion has entered the chatroom.

Bells913 has entered the chatroom.

FortuneTeller has entered the chatroom.

RedRose has entered the chatroom.

RedRose: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Bells913: ME NEITHER! -fumes-

FortuneTeller: Why, oh why, did the power have to go out AT THAT EXACT MOMENT?!

JazzItUp: Stupid weather. We were THIS close to finding out who it was, I bet. -holds fingers about two millimeters apart-

MountainLion: Damn it!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: It’s too bad. I was soooo looking forward to kicking janeofvolterra’s virtual ASS for messing with Bella.

Bells913: Um . . . wow, Emmett. That’s kind of . . . touching. For you, I mean.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Ah, nobody messes with my soon-to-be little sister except ME.

Bells913: Why did I expect that answer?

RedRose: But seriously. Maybe it’s a sign or something. I mean, what are the chances that the power went out all over the area from the thunderstorm at that exact moment?

FortuneTeller: The odds, the odds, the odds! Screw the odds! I wanna knew who’s behind this, dammit! -growls-

JazzItUp: Calm down, Alice. There may be other chances.

Bells913: I hope there is– holy crap!!

MountainLion: What is it, Bella?!

Bells913: ANOTHER EMAIL! CRAP!

RedRose: FROM JANE?

Bells913: WHO ELSE?!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: What does it say? Tell us, Bella!

Bells913: I’m scared to open it!

JazzItUp: C’mon, Bella, you can do it! And if you don’t, we’ll hack into your account and read it ourselves!

Bells913: Jasper!

JazzItUp: What?! I wanna know!

Bells913: Okay . . . I’m opening it now. DAMN THIS SLOW COMPUTER!

FortuneTeller: -puts needle on the record- Dundundunduuuuun . . .

MountainLion: WTF, Alice?

FortuneTeller: Atmospheric music, dummy.

RedRose: Well, it’s not helping. What does it say, Bella?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Bella?

JazzItUp: -ahem- BELLA!

FortuneTeller: !!

MountainLion: Bella?! Is something wrong?!

Bells913: No. I was just reading it . . .

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: WELL? WHAT DOES IT SAY? SPILL, BELLA!

JazzItUp: I meant it when I said I’d hack your account!

Bells913: It says: “Dear Bella: Please accept the warmest of salutations from Italy. Aro, especially, sends his greetings to Edward and Alice. Please pass it on. We were most curious to the matter of whether or not you have completed the transformation into a vampire yet. Aro wished for me to send you a letter by normal post, but I feared that would take too long. We hear in Volterra wish to press the fact that you must become a vampire soon– we don’t want to have to make a trip to America. Please remember that you cannot avoid us forever. Sincerely, Jane.”

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Well, damn. That’s a disappointment. No cursing? No yelling? Grrr.

JazzItUp: That doesn’t sound TOO threatening . . . although it does have certain implications, doesn’t it?

FortuneTeller: I don’t like this, Bella.

Bells913: Me neither. But wait a minute, Alice. What happened to your whole, “Ah, it’s nothing, Bella, it’s just a joke” attitude?

FortuneTeller: Something just seems off about this . . .

MountainLion: Alice . . . what did you just think?

FortuneTeller: Why do you need to ask?

MountainLion: ALICE! Tell me, please.

JazzItUp: -blinks- I don’t like where this is going . . .

RedRose: Alice? Edward? What’s going on?

FortuneTeller: I don’t remember, Edward! God!

MountainLion: Alice– what are you saying in your head? Good God, I can hardly understand it!

FortuneTeller: Oh, you can’t? Well, here it is, “YAH, TRICK, YAH!”

MountainLion: WTF?

Bells913: HAHAHAHA! LOL, ALICE!

JazzItUp: I get the feeling I’m missing something. Yah, trick, yah? What the heck does that mean?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Wait a minute . . . I know that . . .

RedRose: Oh, God. So do I. Here comes the explosion . . . -ducks for cover-

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: THAT’S SOULJA BOY! HAHAAAAA!

JazzItUp: It IS? Great! I mean . . . dat's tight, homedawg. Fo shizzle. -strikes rapperesque pose-

Bells913: Rapperesque?

JazzItUp: Yeah . . . rapperesque. I just randomly made that up. It means “like a rapper”.

Bells913: Oooh! “L-L-L-Like a rapper!” HA!

JazzItUp: Oh, yeah! Go Bella!

Bells913: Yeah, that’s me, L.L. Cool Bells. Or perhaps M.C. Bella? Or Lil Bella? So many rapperesque possibilities.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: L.L. COOL BELLS? ROTFLMFAO!

RedRose: WTF? -lol-

FortuneTeller: Am I missing something? L.L. Cool Bells? WTF?

MountainLion: Dear God.

FortuneTeller: What’s so big about “L-L-L-Like a rapper”?

Bells913: -gasp- Alice! You mean you don’t know who that is?

FortuneTeller: No . . .

Bells913: Why, LIL WAYNE, OF COURSE!

FortuneTeller: Hmmm. He’s the one with tattoos on his eyelids. The freak.

Bells913: -gasp- ALICE! DON’T EVER SAY THAT ABOUT LIL WAYNE!

FortuneTeller: Wait a minute– is it just me, or does this conversation sound familiar?

Bells913: Indeed, eh? -lol- But anyway– I’ll send you the download.

MountainLion: How did we get from the Volturi to this?

RedRose: Good question, Edward. How DID we do that?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Who cares? This stuff is FUNNY. The Volturi’s just plain DISMAL.

FortuneTeller: Yeah, it might be good to think about other things . . . for a while, I guess.

Bells913:

“All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who making money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollars
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that!”

RedRose: Bella?

Bells913: What?

RedRose: WHAT THE HELL?

Bells913: Nothing. I was just watching Charlie’s Angels last night, and that song is stuck in my head.

MountainLion: -shakes head- Ahhhh . . .

JazzItUp: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA . . . this is freaking hilarious . . .

FortuneTeller: God, Em. Shake the whole house down, why don’t you.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Sorry. I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s just so random. Things are so much more fun with Bella around, as I have previously stated.

Bells913: Wow, Emmett. That’s the second non-funny nice thing you’ve said about me.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Don’t keep hoping for more, Bella. When you’re my little sister, the teasing is going to increase. Tenfold. Hundredfold, whenever you seriously make me mad. And if you attack me when you turn . . . woe unto you.

Bells913: Aaaah! Emmett, why’d you have to remind me of turning?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: So you’re saying you DON’T want to turn?

Bells913: No, of course I do! It’s just . . . that makes me think of the Volturi.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Oh. Sorry.

JazzItUp: Oh my God! I’ve got an awesome idea!!

FortuneTeller: HAHAHA! Your idea will be hilarious when it works out, Jazz!

MountainLion: No! Are you insane?! Absolutely not. That’s a stupid idea.

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: One of these days, I am going to strangle you two. Do you have to voice your opinions on everything before everyone else knows what the hell is even going on?

FortuneTeller: Yes.

RedRose: Tell us, Jazz!

Bells913: Yeah, what is it, Jasper?

JazzItUp: Well . . . it involves all of us (except Edward, if you don’t want to come) . . . and Walmart. ‘Nuff said.

Bells913: Us? Walmart?

RedRose: WTF?

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: I have a good feeling about this . . . it involves mischief, doesn’t it?

JazzItUp: Hell yeah, it does!

EmmettTheIrritableGrizzly: Then I’m in, my brother!

RedRose: Oh, I know what you mean.

Bells913: OOH! I get it!

JazzItUp: It’ll be the perfect way to get your mind of the Volturi, Bella. All of us, unleashed on the Walmart in Port Angeles ... we might even make the news. You guys in?

RedRose: Definitely!

JazzItUp: Bella?

Bells913: Um . . . how ‘bout HELL YEAH!!

FortuneTeller: I want to come! Can I come?

JazzItUp: ‘Course, Alice. -grins- Edward, you in?

MountainLion: No, thanks. I don’t fancy getting arrested or banned from Walmart. I’ve been down that road before.

Bells913: You HAVE?

MountainLion: Unfortunately.

Bells913: Why? When? Where? HOW?

MountainLion: I’ll tell you sometime. Don’t you guys have a Walmart to destroy and shoppers to annoy?

JazzItUp: Yeah. Guys, let’s go. Edward– last chance!

MountainLion: I’m good, thanks.

Bells913: Edward . . . please?

MountainLion: Nah. I’m going to go work on my new piano piece. You guys can tell me all about it later. Try not to think about the Volturi, okay, Bella?

Bells913: Okay. Let’s go!

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