Subject: WAR: Ravenettes: Desperate Measures
Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 16:53:10 -0000
From: "StormBorn" <smolly4 @ QWEST.NET>
Reply-To: StormBorn <smolly4 @ QWEST.NET>
To: FKFIC-L @ LISTS.PSU.EDU
Date: July 10th.
Immediately following: "That's it! I'm out of here!"
Bill had cheerily rolled down the stairs, uncoiled, looked around and then with an ear-splitting shriek had rolled back up the stairs as fast as he could. Molly understood just how he felt. Breaking lose from Alex and Jason's grip, she took command of the situation. "Alma, Miklos, please escort Madame to her apartment and...*secure* her there until further notice. Mindi, get on the phone to Janette's decorators and have them redo this atrocity. The rest of you start dumping every single lei and every single cocktail umbrella you can find into the dumpsters in the alley. Now!."
"Madame may not be pleased," Miklos stated cautiously.
"That may be Madame's body, but that is not Madame inside it. Now, go."
It wasn't until Tracette heard the door to her apartment being barred from the outside that she started protesting. When it became apparent that no one was responding, she threw herself down on the bed and looked around. Crimson and gold and black. Very French, but at the same time, very dark. "Geez," she said. "This sucks. I want some coffee. I want some *fun*."
Downstairs, the decorators and their crew arrived within the hour. They had been a little concerned when the first order came in to make the Raven perkier, and were relieved to undo the makeover. Meanwhile the Ravenettes grouped together for a stiff drink. Molly's eye fell on something beside the coffee maker and she snarled again. "That--that--person was going to put Drambuie in coffee! Sacrilege!" She grabbed the bottle off the shelf and cradled it to her rather copious bosom.
"We've got to do something," said Kaiya, wild-eyed.
"We have to find out what's causing it," Kimmer decided. "Any ideas?"
"It can't be tainted blood," Mindi pointed out, "Or it wouldn't be affecting Tracy and Schanke."
"Some sort of environmental poison?" offered Jason. "Maybe something in the police station?"
"Janette hasn't been to the precinct since season two, I believe," Alex said thoughtfully, sipping his Australian beer.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think it was 'the demon seed,'" Molly remarked sourly.
"Yeah...I mean, if she could come back to life after nearly two thousand years with her head cut off, the gods know what she could do."
As one, they shivered. Mindi sat straight up on her bar stool. "You don't think?"
"No," Kimmer added quickly. "We *saw* LaCroix burn her."
While the faithful followers sat depressed in the bar, Tracette had had enough of her enforced confinement. "I'm a good cop!" she declared. And with that she pried open a window and used the rope she'd knotted out of bed sheets to lower herself to the ground. "And I want a donut!"