Maybe... A blog

[Furgeson]

To Evory: Spam Story?
To Staff: Someone write it every week/month

PROs
-Could be Fun
-Attracts donators and readers
-Easy to put on site

CONs
-Hard work
-Must be written
-Could be UnFun

Fiction:
A quick story related to Transcendence: See- Ev and Zain's Spam Story.
See: www.aerandria.net (The invention of the "smut rock")

NonFiction:
Write up on status, scanlation life, rant a bit...
See: Our site? but longer?
*i'm sorry! Sorry! SORRY! But Lacaille-Sama is life, when it comes to blogs!
http://swordian.com/manga/types-of-aerandria-fangirls/#more-1084
(This is fabulous ^__^)

[Furgeson]

WE I WANT YOUR SUPPORT! XD

[riz-i]

Hey you :) We spoke earlier today 

If said blog was to go up, what would we write in it? Would it be about Scanlation or would it be like, random glimpses into the lives of the people working to prove to those saying "Y DNT U GAIIZZ UPDATE QUICKAA!!" that we DO have lives outside of the internet? :')

[Furgeson]

That sounds awesomeful~
We'll rant about how I don't have curtains!
And hire that Eri person out. WRITE FOR US OR DIE!

[riz-i]

I think it sounds great :')

If Xye or one of the other admins gives it the go-ahead, we could do it and get different staff members to update the world on their daily lives whenever they feel like it. 

Then people who read it will be all  these people actually do have a life... maybe I should let them live it sometimes. 

[Furgeson]

T___T Until I send a PM to every staff member in Transcendence
(I'll have to type out over a hundred names)
I'll never get an ok from Xye.  

Last time I asked Xye said some along the lines of
Yes, but get everyone to agree, be enthusiastic, and some kick-ass material.  

In these past few days I've gone from immortal to being an angel.
Spam is on a whole new level~ I kick grass! (OMG-PUN!)

[riz-i]

Hah! EVERYONE?!

Wow. That'll take some dedication. I think it'd be pretty interesting for us too. There are people from all over the world working for Transcendence and it'd be good to (kind of) experience all the different cultures and personalities better. 

[Furgeson]

URGH! I think I'm just going to write a blog
or else take your hobbit thing...
THAT WAS CUTEEEEE~
lol! Me is going to submit something to Xye,
have to get things in action.
And stalk that freelance writer who joined. 

[Eri]

It would be cool to do a mixture of fiction and non-fiction - like a hybrid.
I think you could really make up some funny stuff from a mixture of the two. :)

I can just imagine you Fergie (I'm gonna call you Fergie cos it's shorter and easier to say), Private Dick, currently on the Case of the Missing Curtains.
Yes, those luxurious lengths of drapery are missing! Vanished! Gone without a trace!
Yet there are some individuals around the office that can't quite meet your gaze.. perhaps they know more about this mystery then they're letting on!
..Or perhaps some other, more disturbing secrets will be revealed as the investigation progresses.
In the.. *suspenseful music*
CASE OF THE MISSING CURTAINS!
*dun dun duuuun!*

Sherlock Holmes ain't got nothin' on you.
Fergie, Private Eye, won't rest until this mystery is solved!

[Furgeson]

Lily. I prefer that you don't borrow someone's name. LILY! *sobs endlessly.
I know. My curtains suck. T___T

ok, ok. *points at forum games> spam page> spam story.
The Spam Story is by her highness Evory~ Some silly fiction.
YES! I like it~ 
I see a perfect movie trailer. ERI! GO BUY ME MANGO PUDDING!  

Case of the Missing Curtains
10:00- Lily wakes up. She groans and turns over. She just had a nightmare about her Mommy dying. Again.
Why did I wake up so early?
10:02- It's kind of bright. I thought I pulled down the curtains. ARGH!!!
10:06- Lily continues lying in bed. She had insomnia the night before. She's tired. Too tired...
10:07- Lily finally realizes something's wrong. Clutching her pillow tightly, she draws the covers over her head. I'm totally not getting out of bed. Don't care if something's wrong.
10:08- Lily realizes that the admins will stab her if she doesn't arrive at headquarters by 10:15.
10:09- Lily gets out of bed. She changes clothes groggily, with her eyes closed.
10:10- Finally pulling on her pants, she looks toward her Wide Victorian-styled windows, complete with green shutters. She collapses onto her marbles countertop, and stares defeatedly at her reflection in the emerald-studded mirror. THE CURTAINS ARE GONE! WHO THE HELL TOOK MY CURTAINS?! MY BEAUTIFUL GREEN CURTAINS...!!!
10:11- Lily runs out of the house without brushing her teeth or combing her hair. T___T Not like that's
special or anything...
10:14:58- With two seconds to go, Lily arrives at Transcendence HQ. She slips past the metal detectors,
and down the marble spiraling staircase, into the main room, already bustling with activity. The admins glare daggers at her, and
put slip their knives into their pockets quietly.
10:15- Lily catches her breath.
10:16- "WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CURTAINS?!"
"..."
"I DIDN'T LOSE THEM! SOMEONE STOLE THEM! WHILE I WAS SLEEPING!!!"
"........."
"........."
10:18- Lily goes off to the dining room to steal a box of pizza. She's hungry. Work can wait.


Private Dick, currently on the Case of the Missing Curtains.
Yes, those luxurious lengths of drapery are missing! Vanished! Gone without a trace!
Yet there are some individuals around the office that can't quite meet your gaze... perhaps they know more about this mystery then they're letting on!
...Or perhaps some other, more disturbing secrets will be revealed as the investigation progresses.
In the... *suspenseful music*
CASE OF THE MISSING CURTAINS!
*dun dun duuuun!*

Sherlock Holmes ain't got nothin' on you.
Lily, Private Eye, won't rest until this mystery is solved!

[Eri]

Without knocking, Eri-chan comes flouncing into Lily's office; kicking the door shut behind her and taking a seat across from the P.I.
A frosty tub of mango pudding is set upon the table and pushed toward her, beads of condensation forming on it's sides as it's exposed to the warm clime of the room.
'Your Pudding, Ma'am! Just how you like it~'
Leaning forward, Eri forms a triangle with thumb and forefingers as she ponders, watching the other woman with interest.
'So, I hear you just now have a new case? Fill me in and I'll back you up.'
She gives Lily a look of self importance after self-appointing herself as the detectives' sidekick, her eyes twinkling as they're prone to do at this point in any good manga.

[charmy]

  *looks at everyone with utmost admiration.

"I can't write for nuts!" said the toast who then wriggled out of her desk and into the darkness where no one could ever find her (anymore).

Honestly please keep up with the awesome story @@ I can't write. But I'll give moral support or something!!

[Eri]

As long as we have the right to use your person in unsolicited ways. 

oh my oh my.. this COULD get interesting!

[Furgeson]

lol!
Eri just go ahead~~~

[Eri]

ohh no! You're the P.I ~ I'm just your assistant!
We're like Phoenix Wright and Maya ~ with more emphasis on the clue/evidence finding and questionable testimonies. 

So this is your case; ergo you write most of it.

C'monnnn, don't be lazyyy ~~ 

I liked what you had so far, Lily <3

[Furgeson]

I live to be lazy. What dya mean?!!! 
Look, three entries for you... Ok, You can write the rest~~~

And, as in any good manga, that little annoyed symbol appears on the side of Lily's head. (It looks like the Nazi symbol... remember that one?)  Tearing off the plastic spoon from the cheap plastic cup, Lily opens the package and peers inside.
"ERI! This ISN'T THE RIGHT KIND! I WANT THE KIND WITH BERRIES IN IT! WHERE ARE MY STRAWBERRIES?!"
As private Lily fumes behind her stack of empty pizza boxes, she suddenly stills. Snatching up the plastic cup with intense fury,
she chucks the little package at Eri(-chan), complete with the payload of mango pudding.
Eri(-chan) expertly ducks in her squishy leather chair, the pudding splattering onto the wall behind her.
Lily stares at Eri blankly. "It was early in the morning, so I hadn't taken any happy pills yet. That morning, it was suprisingly
cold. Everything was silent..." *the eery music begins, as artificial smoke fills the room*
Eri whips out a pad of paper, and begins taking notes, her pencil scratching on the paper loudly.

________________________________________________________________________________________-
"And yet, everything felt wrong. It was too normal. Ussually by 3 AM, the fish start squaking, yet... Look.
No extreme insomnia, and waking up before noon? You know me too well. I even took the front entrance into the headquarters that day. Something was wrong with me. I'm so cold."
Lily falls silent, and broods for a few moments, and sighs. "The truth is Eri, you're one of the new blood. And that's the group I suspect the most. I know the admins couldn't have done this... Too busy trapping more bishie slaves by moonlight. But there
is one person who could have drugged me, and slipped into my house (which is guarded by onionheads 24/7) at any time...
Her name, is... CHARMY!
_________________________________________________________________________________________-

At this, Eri stands up and pulls out a flow chart, decorated with onion heads, mango puddings, and tissues.

[Furgeson]

A Time Capsule.

Rants
10:00-I woke up late this morning, undisturbed. This could be expected to be the ONE THING that turned out well. Except, oops! Sorry... I'm kind of REALLY SORE.
10:06-I guess I'll stretch a little. While stretching in the morning, got cramp. >.< Epic Fail. So, I went and brushed my teeth, etc.
10:10-As expected of a normal wittle bitty teenager, my face has exploded with sweat and acne. I looks at the mirror sadly. I WAS JUST SLEEPING, THOUGH!!! Maybe you didn't need to know that, but I could also tell you about my bowel movement. Want more?
10:28-Breakfast is ussually nice. Except I drank vinegar by accident. Not my favorite meal...
10:30-And that's when my grandies turn on the telly, and realize that I totally failed at recording my grandparents' TV show. Great, now I'm the idiot granddaughter.
10:41-That breakfast wasn't too yummy, so I open the fridge to take out some healthy orange juice, and find that I left my tub of Half-baked ice cream in the refridgerator. DAMMIT! I LOVE THAT FLAVOR!
11:30-I tried to call a friend that I hadn't talked to in a few years. The darling telephone said something along to lines of "I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again."
12:50-So I decide to make it up to my grandparents. I'll go and buy some groceries! (They're always complaining that I'm young, so maybe I'll do something. Hardy har har.) What gave me that fabulous idea? I sat on their broken bicycle. Mow my ass hurts like hell. I went inside to heal.
-Did I forget to say that I stubbed my toe this morning, as well?
-And that I ran out of my pomelo fruit. I can no longer live or function. Why am I still typing this?!!!
-I also somehow don't have my curtains... No one knows where they went.
-Continuing on that line of thought, I'm border-line locked abroad, in a little shitty hole with an ancient desktop. SAVE ME~~~
12:60-Ate a sketchy ice cream "brick" instead of my good little ice cream tub, and now my tummy hurts.
13:20-The supermarket sells no milo. HOW COULD THEY?!!! MILO IS LIFE! AND MY STOMACH HURTS LIKE HELL! *shakes fist angrily.
14:00-Had to take care of little cousin. Apparently, I need to feed him and stand outside the door while he goes to the bathroom. Huzzah. T___T
15:45-Is writing this short paragraph of hate at the world. What happened when I woke up? (Yes, I did have that nightmare about my family dying again.) So, while I was sleeping, did I get zapped by some karma? Did aliens inject me with something? Or should I have woke up on my left side, instead of my right side? The mystery remains. 
15:50-I realise that I just wrote "12:60". Ok, now the sanity's going down the drain. That's kind of worrisome.

[Sharwin]

23:59-.

My contribution is done. Good day
You should blog about blogging on blogs that blog about blogging blogs that like to blog about other blogs.

[Eri]

Okay, we can take turns in writing this, but I'm not writing it all, you big cheat! 

So here you go ~ and your turn next! 


Irritated and covered in mango goo, Eri-chan makes a mental note about the berries and grumbles to herself. 'I don't get paid enough for this..'
However, being the good, true and loyal kinda girl that she is; she furiously goes about setting up a chart of P.I Lily's movements from the previous night when her house still contained curtains, up until they'd ended up missing that morning.
Not surprisingly, with very little input from Lily herself; who had since taken a toilet break and was now catching a few Z's, drooling on the desk and muttering something about babies taking over the world.
From what she'd heard, Lily hadn't left her house between the time when the curtains had been stolen, so this meant that the perp had to have come in somehow. Maybe they came through the window or chimney, but it would have been difficult because the residence was on the second floor, and the chimney was.. well.. it was a chimney! So unless Santa had paid Lily an early visit, it seemed unlikely they'd get in that way (nevertheless, Eri jots down 'Santa' on her list of suspects - below Lily's crudely written 'ChaRMy' with a stick figure holding a knife). There was the door, of course, but apparently the lock was bolted and showed no signs of tampering.
This is what she had to go on from Lily's run-down anyway.. but looking at the P.I. now, Eri wonders how dependable her account really was...
Perhaps Lily gave a spare set of keys to someone?
Either way, it was clear that they'd need to head back to the crime scene to investigate as soon there was a break in their workload -- or in Lily's case, her nap.
Sighing with a hopeless smile, Eri sits back down in her comfy leather chair and ponders over the case a little.


P.S - Sharwin, by posting you've secretly allowed us to drag you into our seedy tale of lust, scheming and mango pudding. 

[Furgeson]

As Lily continues sleeping the hours drag on...
Soon, Eri leaves to run off on a bathroom break and get another cup of coffee (her 24th today... and to look at those newly-captured bishie slaves.) Flipping through her notes, she considers another possibility of Lily having taking too many of her pills that night. True, she hadn't stabbed anyone yet, but what if she had overdosed? Then, she could have easily been knocked out for a few hours... enough time for the ninja Santa to slide down, take the curtains and make a swift escape! She decides to run this idea through her wonderful and loving boss detective before going to the scene of the crime with P.I. Lily. Smiling happily, she takes out the blueprint of Lily's flat, and starts skipping back to the office that she just came from. Eri (-chan) walks through those eerily dark halls of Transcendence's underground fortress, whistling a merry tune about no, not BABIES taking over the world, but proofreaders! Suddenly, a dark shadow suddenly looms in front of Eri... It's green, it's fluffy, It looks like a she, but no... is it a he?! It's... SHARWIE!!!

[Eri]

oooh, Lily ~ count em up!
Foreword: I know little/nothing about sharwie, so apologies in advance for what's most likely an utterly false depiction!  


Eri lets out a squeak of alarm at Sharwie's sudden appearance in front of her, gripping the chain of the bishie slave she nabbed from the pen that little bit harder until her breathing is finally back to normal.
'Phew.. Scared me..'
The fluffy-greenness that is Sharwie undulates and jiggles around in front of Eri, her eyes glazed over in a stare that seems to see everything and yet nothing. Clearly the girl is suffering from severe withdrawal symptoms of the sugar-related kind.
'Muaaaa.. feeeed meee.. feedmefeedmefeedme.. Pudding...!'
Moving her gaze blankly from Sharwie to the half-empty tub of second-hand mango pudding in her hand (most of which was scooped off her person after Lily's assault, and looks anything but pristine), Eri shrugs her shoulders and tosses the dessert to the green staffie, who promptly swallows it whole and then ambles back for a nap under her bridge.
That ordeal over, the detectives assistant continues on her way through the hallowed halls of the underground fortress; only stopping occasionally when the bishie slaves complaints about his neck-irons chafing become too unbearable. Clearly this one hasn't been broken in yet ~
Anyway, eventually Eri ends her pleasant stroll and re-enters Lily's office, thankfully finding the P.I. freshly awakened from her sleep and studying the charts her assistant has drawn up with a half-measure of interest.
'Oh good, you're up.' Eri smiles, ushering the muttering slave forward as she continues.'Well, we're all set to check out the crime scene then! I brought this bishie along to help us sniff out clues. You know the fresh ones are best at that kind of thing~'

[Furgeson]

Nodding seriously, Lily slides out a panel of her desk, and presses her hand onto the sensitive security scanner. Suddenly, the wall behind Eri slides open (with a huge boom. The device needs some fixing. Later.) and artificial smoke fills the bottom of the room. As Lily snatches up her keys, the pair head towards the hidden passageway.
Eri stares around her quietly. "So, I haven't heard about this one much."
"Ah, this is just for kicks. I took a few hundred grand from the budget to build this. It just goes to the garage."
"......"
"What's wrong?"
"I see..."
The two finally reach the massive expanse of the garage. Throughout the plain of cars, they easily spot Rolls Royces, a Mercedes Benz covered in bathroom towels, a lot of limosuines... and a lime green BMW. That's Lily's car. The bishie starts whining about the iron collar... yet again.
"SHUT UP!", Eri shouts annoyed, and uses her handy whip to subdue the slave. He falls quiet. But now, Lily is also aggravated. She kicks the car once and pulls out a blackberry pager, and starts beeping furiously. After finishing with the pager, she puts in back in the depths of her long purple robes, and continues kicking the car wheels.
"THE DOOR IS NOT. OPENING."
Eri looks at her in disbelief "What? Let me try!" Handing the leash to Lily, she attempts at unlocking the car door... to no avail.
"Someone must have switched my keys this morning!" Lily mutters furiously.
"Yes, but why? And who..." As Eri stares out into the distance, the aura of a complicated case settles on them.
"This may be harder than we expected. We'll have to deal with this fast... Or who knows what'll happen?"
Throughout this life-threateningly important conversation, the bishie continues tugging at its collar and whining. If all these damned bishies are like this, why do we even need them?!
And so the plot grows darker...

Lily writes a file on Sharwie for later suspect use and just for Eri. Maybe she can make Sharwie less of a blob?
Age: 18-21
Location: Lurking
Species: Unknown. Commonly thought to be human.
Gender: Unknown.
Position: Editor
Status: Special- Involved with Switch Girl
Misc. Information: Known for his mysterious single "Sharwie Period", he often drops a "." in the chat, though he seldomly speaks. Using such twisted and emigmatic statements, he often defeats even the best of philosphers. Sharwie was originally male, however he eventually converted to being known as female. Sharwie has the ability to redraw scans with chilling precision, and often plays a practical joke on victims while allegedly "helping them out". Little else is known about this thing.
Reasons for suspicion: A) Has strange affiliation with teddy bears, creatures long known to be the nemisis of onionheads.
B) Suspect also has lurking powers of deception.
C) Suspect is suspicious. It holds a peculiar place in the hearts of the higher-ups.
D) Suspect has no alibi.
E) Suspect eats bishies raw. Cannot be a good sign.
F) Suspect is studying bioinformatics.
G) Suspect is a computer genius.
H) Suspect has relations with Werr teh Scary. I run away here. Can't stand Werr.

[Eri]

I wonder if anyone is reading this besides Lily & me.. personally I think it would make for good blog reading.


Eri takes the dossier on Sharwie from Lily and files it away for future use.
Looking over the mass of expensive cars in front of her, Eri wonders what she's doing wrong that sees her still coming to work in a beat-up old Volvo. To make matters worse, it looked like the only piece of junk of it's type in the whole garage; quaking in the shadow of the massive Hummer parked next to it. It really is pitiful.
Sighing in frustration, Eri turns back to Lily with her own situation, observing for a moment the P.I's increasingly agitated kicking at the BMW's tires.
'Let me try something.' she volunteers, digging through the small pouch strapped to her belt and coming out with a rather handy set of lock-picks. However, deftly teasing one about in the locks soon reveals another problem.
'Someone has broken off a bit of metal inside. I can't unlock it.,' Eri concludes. 'Well, we can't use your car, so..'
The assistant jerks her thumb over to the other end of the garage, towards her beat-up old Volvo. 'Let's go.'
'What?' Lily's eyes glaze over for a moment, before quickly scanning the other vehicles around her. 'You think we should break in to one of the other cars?'
'No, we can go in my-'
'Or I suppose we could try a taxi?' Lily makes a face at the thought.
'No, it's okay, we can use my-'
'Well I suppose you could always carry me on your back, or the slave could, but it IS a fair way.. I could get sleepy.'
'Lily! Oh, you're hopeless!' Eri fumes, grabbing the P.I's hand and dragging her towards the Volvo; whining bishie in tow.
'Nooo, Noooo! Anything but that! Think of my reputation!'
Eri shoots her a fuming glance.
'Well what's LEFT of my reputation! Are you sure I can't just ride the slave..?'
'No! He's no use to us dead!'
And so, Eri finally manages to get Lily into the ugly old Volvo; the door locked tight from the outside to prevent escape and a child-lock attached to the buckle.
'This really is too cruel!' Lily wails, flailing about in the passenger seat. 'How could you do this to me?! How could you do this to YOURSELF??'
'Not all of us are rich, lazy slobs!' Eri mutters, starting up the car.
'Even the stupid slave looks uncomfortable!'
'He ALWAYS looks uncomfortable, he's in irons and wearing very little clothes,' She points out.
Luckily with Eri's current irritation, she drives like a mad-woman (which, I suppose, isn't that far from the truth) and they reach Lily's house in record time.
As soon as the child safety and locks are solved, Lily leaps at Eri with clawed hands.
'FIEND!! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! I could have died in there! I think a little part of me did~~ oh the humanity.. I-I feel soiled!.. you're just too cruel..'
Eri sighs again (for what surely has to be the 20th time that morning) and gathers what's left of her tattered clothes. 'Let's just go, I'm sure I'll think of some way to make it up to you.'
'I'm not sure you can, but you'd better!' The P.I. sniffs.
Thus, ignoring the stares from passers by at the spectacle they make; the three Transcendentians make their way up the path to Lily's house..
What will they find..? Tune in next time!

[Furgeson]

I think it's time to introduce another character... Who shall it be?
limousine  chauffeur ?

Lily has no idea what the hell to write about. TUNE IN?! WHAT?!
Filler Story~
Deep in the heart of Italy, there lies mansion. So old and magestic that all those who come to gaze upon it... Well, noone gazes upon it. It's hidden in some sort of forest. But it is a huge expanse of luxury, and approximated to cost roughly 1.79999repeated Canadian Dollars.
You, my little 'un, shall come to know of this mansion well... After all, this is the very place where the light shined upon our founder and the birthplace of our holy scanlation group. Without this mansion, none of our releases would have appeared! For in this 9 story building of grandeur, a certain charismatic woman doth live. She is known by the alias, Her Majesty, Highness, Gloria of the First Line of the Machiovelli Transcendian Family, Xye. Surrounded by hundreds of servants and bishie slaves who listen to her every beckon, HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye is currently on... yet another "business trip" (which translates into a month long vacation with one of her bishie princes. Or maybe it's just that gigilo again.)
As soon as Dawn swept her Rosy Fingers across the sky, HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye awoke to the light tinkling music of her alarm, and quickly was assisted into one of her hundreds of silk gowns, and swept down yet another spiraling staircase into her dining room. Sitting at the foot of her 12 foot long dining table, a sumptious feast of croissants, roast pheasant, and fresh bishie blood before her, she is totally unaware of the curtain scandal that is currently underway in the Transcendian HeadQuarters. With her own luxurious velvet draperies decorating her walls, she has nothing to fear. However, soon her stress-free get away will suddenly be ruptured with a single call. The phone rings.

[Eri]

Okay, hopefully this will be okay~ the saga continues!


Standing in front of the second-floor apartment, Eri & slave wait as Lily pulls out her house-key and slips it in the lock.
Rattling it about she finally grunts in disgust and kicks the painted wood.
'This lock is jammed too. Whoever is responsible for the theft has really done a good job of pissing me off!!'
'Let's just try ramming it open with our shoulders, like they do on TV,' Eri suggests. 'You know, breaking the door off the hinges.'
'Sure, why not? Cos a broken shoulder shouldn't make my day any worse.'
'Just shut up and ram on the count of three. Ready?'
After several attempts, the cheap wooden door splinters and sags off the hinges - not exactly a clean entry, but it will do.
'Who's going to pay for my door?!'
Inside the little apartment it's rather bright, a single set of mangy curtains hanging from the kitchen window doing nothing to filter out the daylight.
'Right, let's start looking for clues!' Eri enthuses, taking a step forward. 'Slave, start sniffing them out!'
'I have a name, you know', the chained bishie complains, but all he gets in reply is a kick in the shin from Lily. 'OW! Son of a--!!'
Walking over to the the fireplace, Eri takes a closer look at the soot at it's base. There is a lot of it dusting the stones in front, a sign that Lily doesn't clean as much as she probably should, but strangely not even the smallest hint of a footprint or any disturbance marring its surface. If someone came down the chimney, they had to have flown down. That wasn't very likely.
'You realize what this means?' Eri asks Lily, who's studying the dust beside her.
'That I need to vacuum?'
'Nobody has come down this chimney. Last night was a warm night, you didn't use the fire. Therefore this soot is at least a day old and there are no signs of disturbance on it. Whomever stole your curtains found another way in.'
'Ooh, you're good at this!' Lily grins.
'Come on, you're the P.I.! Do your bloody job and stop making me do all the work!'
'The slave has sniffed out something!' Lily suddenly shouts, dragging Eri-chan behind her as she runs through the open door of her room. 'What have you found, boy?'
'Stop patting my head! and my name is--'
'He found a ladder!' Lily determines, sticking her head out of the open window to peer at the bushes two storeys below. 'There's a ladder in the garden!'
'So somebody climbed the ladder into your bedroom window? That's kind of--'
'--Creepy.' Lily finished, agreeing with her assistant, ' and while I was sleeping, no less!'
'Try not to.. think about that too much.' Eri suggests.
So they continued to search.

~MEANWHILE~

In the estate of HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye, a phone rings somewhere in the house.
It's a soft, tinkling ring - not at all like the harsh piercing rings of regular phones - another sign of what supreme wealth can buy.
After a soft rap on the door, a handsome butler carries the telephone into the room where Miss Xye is lounging serenely, her delicate form lost amid the pillows of silk and mink.
'A call for you, Miss Xye.'
'Of course.' With impeccably manicured fingers, the receiver is lifted and spoken into. 'This is Lady Xye; who calls?'
'My Lady! There's no time - it is as we feared.. the curtains are missing! Stolen!'
'Curtains? You mean--?'
'The very same! I can't stay, they'll find me! I-- ARGHHH!!!'
The sound of gun shots ring out through the speaker as the phone drops from Miss Xye's trembling fingers, her face growing pale.
'The curtains.. No.. it cannot be! ..It's as we feared!'

to be continued..

[Furgeson]

As the slave continues to trudge around the house, being dragged around by Lily, Eri looks at the metal ladder warily.
"Do you think the bishie can identify the finger prints on here?"
"I'm not sure... I think they have this kind of powder on TV. I think I'll look in the bathroom. Maybe there'll be some footprints."
"Urm, Lily, I don't think the creep that came through your window and left out your window went to the bathroom first. And it wasn't raining these two days either so there won't be---" Eri suddenly finds that Lily has ran off... probably to the bathroom.
Eri sighs, and continues studying the ladder.  Somehow it seems that the PI could use some lessons in Criminal Justice. Her brain's not as good as it used to be. Well, at least that's what Lily claims. Noone had seen her in what she called her "Prime Years". Perhaps she had secretly been one of those three year old evel geniuses before her parents dropped her (on her head). Too bad the evil trait had stayed.
As Eri opens the briefcases she's been lugging along, she glances at the papers she's collected- a suspect list, a blueprint of the house, two files on Charmy and Sharwie, and finally three snapshots of the huge green curtains that used to hang in the room. They didn't seem to be special, and everyone in the main offices had disregarded Lily's outburst, as usual. Eri slaps on some latex gloves, and wonders why the culprit had left such obvious evidence in the house. It was as if he/she/or it had wanted to them to notice it.
Even though Lily hadn't noticed for more than 12 hours. That needs some work.
Well, the evidence seemed to be to hint at an unclear motive. Eri sighs, and starts toward the back door into the garden, to retrieve the ladder. At least there were no casualites. As Eri enters the kitchen, she spots Lily whimpering by her broken door, the bishie by her side, obviously bored.
"Can I leave now?" the bishie asks.
Eri ignores the shitty bishie dog human and works in on Lily. "I thought you were in the bathroom!"
"B-b-but!" Lily collapses into tears, and starts sobbing hysterically. "The Landlord's going to kill me!"
"Why are you so afraid of the landlord?"
"You wouldn't understand you poor perverted middle-aged caucasian peasant kangaroo!" Lily continues sobbing, as she spits out insults that make absolutely no sense.
Eri begins to worry a little... "What's wrong with your landlord?"
"HE'S A FROG!"
"...A WHAT?!" Eri starts to sputter, but suddenly, the two fall quiet. Admist their discussion, an ominous figure has filled the room. Judging by its shadow, it could be the size of a gorilla... As the two slowly turn around, two cloaked figures fill their vision. Eri backs up against the wall and takes hold of the bishie, ready to use him as a human shield if things get bad. (See? We knew he'd be useful.) As she turns to run through the door, however, she finds that Lily has dissapeared through the gaping hole of the ex-door, and now, the ex-hole, ex-door is blocked by two more cloaked figures.
***
So I think this'll be the end, but I added a segment to the Xye scandal XD

HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye tosses on a heavy overcoat and calls for her personal secretary. Writing down a quick note ("Bye darling, be back later. -Lots of Love, HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye") she hands the thick stationary to one of a bishie slave, and immediately heads to the roof. She slips up through the roof's trap door with an easy grace- a helicopter, along with HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye's personal secretary is already waiting for her. The secretary half-assedly clambers on (even though HM, H, GotFLofMTF, Xye stylishly grabs onto the rope ladder as the helicopter lifts off, slowly climbing the ladder while wearing her Jimmy Choo's. Totally fearless. Dammit. I knew she was a vampire!) Within a few minutes, Xye is situated within a little luxury haven, with a BOSE headset on, and typing furiously into a laptop.
"Just as we feared...", she mutters, as she tries to decipher from what location the call was made. Narrowed down to two locations- Montreal and Aubi, New York- she fears for life as she knows it... These locations are perilously close to Transcendence's HQ. She knows that the PI and her assistant are already on the case. But the curtains have already been lost. If they find out the secret that lies within those curtains, Transcendence is doomed forever, and the world is still unprepared for the secrets locked with that cloth...

[Furgeson]

 
Any blog ideas, please post.
Otherwise, this story has been moved to The Case of the Missing Cutains
See Here: http://ourtranscendence.com/forum/index.php?topic=1231.0
Enjoy~ 

[icewing]

PEOPLES STOP WRITING SO MUCH! It reminds me of my unfinished summer reading...........

[riz-i]

Icewing... unfinished summer reading I still have to get done by 6th September:

Second half of The Great Gatsby.

A Streetcar Named Desire.

Two Nadine Gordimer books.

The Memoirs of Tennessee Williams.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and SIX OTHER SHORT STORIES

The Beautiful and the Damned

Unit One of all my sciences and Maths. T_T

[icewing]

..............wait............when does school start for you? mine starts at the 30th of aug.

...........interesting books!!


Buried Onions

A day no pigs would die

The wizard of Earthsea

House of scorpions

Metamorphosis

uh.............and some other stuff............i had to write 9 reports on 3 books! 

[Furgeson]

A streetcar named Desire?
"STELLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" XD

You guys have weird and not so exciting books ~_~ Don't we all?

[icewing]

.......................buried onions was kinda good. mexican gangs.

[Mizuiro]

My personal vote is a blog that is "A day in the life of a scanlation group" or something along those lines, and then we would just talk about everything we did in a day besides scanlating. It would show we have nice busy lives just like everyone else =D

[Disturbance]

My personal vote is a blog that is "A day in the life of a scanlation group" or something along those lines, and then we would just talk about everything we did in a day besides scanlating. It would show we have nice busy lives just like everyone else =D

yeah.
or we could just go and talk about the troubles we face in our work...the moral dilemmas, and the hateful people who keep snatching our projects..

[icewing]

i'm just worried about my grades right now. OMG. I SAW THIS SUPER HAWT KOREAN DUDE IN MEH MATH CLASS!!!  i'm gonna stalk him now....

[Disturbance]

erm so lily.... whats your evaluation? blog or no blog?

[icewing]

......i don't like blogs. but i'm ok with one...xD

[Disturbance]

i was having some .. imagination of our fb page... or maybe we could use our fb page as a platform for a staff blog?
-thinks-

[Mizuiro]

I think we could use our facebook page as a blog, and it could go along the lines of what dsitruby said. AND I think we should mention the fact that we have a facebook page in our credits/ recruit page to make the group with only 15 people in it grow =D

[Disturbance]

yeah 

i was thinking of a icon beside website irc..
or maybe we could use Transcendence's web for this staff blog...

or...

to make it more convenient:

Staff could use Twitter ^_^ to communicate? :D i m thinking the ways of social platforms:D we need to reach out to more otakus ^_^

[icewing]

ooo! i think that's a REAL good idea! 

[Mizuiro]

But then I'd have to get a twitter...

[Disturbance]

ooo! i think that's a REAL good idea! 

i have alot of rampant ideas right now... if you don't mind? maybe we could start a poll about the whole  blog thing and the content too  maybe i'll create a survey on surveymonkey ._.

@mizi: you might... or you can just use your fb as a form of twitter. as in whatever you post on fb/twiter can be posted on both sites.

[Mizuiro]

*heads starts spinning due to what facebook can do these days*

[Disturbance]

lets see.

as a social platform.

- can connect to various games
- can connect to twitter and other apps.
- can connect to live mail as well ( i think so)
- can connect to social platforms like blogs as well.

its pretty powerful, and its created by a 23 year old who became a billionaire at the age of 23 thanks to this marvellous social platform.

[Mizuiro]

I kinda find it funny because it was started out of a garage. And now they have servers the size of warehouses, and whats cool is they are moving one of the servers like really close to my house!!!!

[Disturbance]

yeah i know totally cool things!

[icewing]

hm.....is anyone going to make a Facebook button? or Twitter? 

[Disturbance]

We need Xye for that. hold on, pm-ing xye.

[Furgeson]

Please don't go too off-topic, there's a thread to discuss this already I believe.
The original plan was to rig this up weekly on our website (with the releases lol!)
It never happened...... 

[icewing]

was it the Forum groups? ah...a;sfjdklf;alksdjf;alskdfja;slkdfja;sldkfja;lsdkfjfuaksdf;lkckasldkf.

what was this blog about anyways?

[Disturbance]

It was about a blog.

Lily, we're discussing the possibilities of lumping twitter, facebook and our website together now.

[icewing]

heh? we are?  xD. i was agreeing about making a FB and Twitter button on our website

[Disturbance]

yeah.... :)
there's a lot that we could do! :D