lauren and chris's mandatory sleep-over fic (you have been warned) "They're not tights, they're well-fitting pants!"

So, Christina here, and here we are again. The last time we did this was New Year's Eve. Don't you miss our wonderful (on crack) stories? They're so awesome we know and you're just begging for more! So we're gonna write some at 2:42 (!) am. Oh, one little note before the insanity begins. We couldn't get the gimpass wavs to work! No wavs! But Lauren will try next weekend or something! Everything works but it wouldn't record! damn computer. But we're gonna write now so. . . on with the show!!

Lauren: It was a dark and stormy night. Wait, no it wasn't. sorry, wrong manuscript. ahem. ok, it was a bright and sunny day. The kind of day where bunnies and men in well-fitting pants frolicked around in overly-green pastures. The kind of day where the richies sat around in madras plaid shorts and sipped lemonade from champagne glasses while they cooed sickeningly sweet psuedo-phrases to thier pet of choice. The semblance of serenity was so convincing that the people didn't know that there was anything that they should be knowing. A lone rain cloud drifted aimlessly in the cerulean blue sky, looking for a good place to hydrolically defecate on the surroundings below. It saw the whole world as one big rain puddle waiting to be formed.

C: Chris, Lauren and Angela were lost. They didn't know how to get out of this nightmare world of sane surroundings and back to the comfortable insane world they were so used to. A land where sporks were plentiful and peasants rejoiced on whim. Where the angry mob could be angry and penguins could dance the night away. Where the hamsters could doo-doo-dah and dance with the penguins. This world they were stuck in was so . . . so. . . normal, that they could feel it's effects as it tried to suck them in and clone them into ordinary people.

Walking through the crowds of richies and pets, they came to a clearing where very little people were. Slowing down, they looked to find that familiar place when a drop hit Lauren on the nose. Another followed and another and soon, they were standing, looking like drowned cats.

L: They didn't just look like drowned cats, they *were* drowned cats. In this world perception and thought were just as real and as viable a force as actuality is in the Other world. However, they still retained the basic tenents of thier individual personalities. As soon as the felin transformation had ended, Christina noted that this was just like that scene from the Pilot where Mulder and Scully were standing in the rain laughing and started pratling about how shippy that is! and why haven't they gotten together yet!? Upon noticing this sudden outburst of incoherent ThoroughbredShipperBabble, Lauren began spouting her own trade-mark brand of FinisBabble, contradictory to the former Babble, and adding that this was exaclty like Tesos Dos Bitchos. And upon noticing *that*, Angela prompty snorted and did a Yappi-like breach of her eyebrows whilst muttering that there was no hope for these two. You must realize, though, that all the former inane talk was in CatSpeak. Just be glad that this isn't as well.Unless you are a member of the feline race yourself. But then your just shit out of luck, aren't you? All of a sudden, something happened. But I'm not going to tell you, because it is a self-aware, plot device-ical supposed cliffhanger. Maybe Chris will, if you're nice to her and scratch her behind the ears.

C: I'm going to be nice and tell you. All of a sudden, the girls saw something come from the sky. A bright light enveloped them and time seemed to freeze. As they came back to awareness, they realized they were back in the land of sporks and penguins! Rejoicing, they ran out of the clearing. On all fours. The girls were still cats! How they were to change back to regular form, they didn't know. "It was all about chance moments in time."

Realizing they needed to make their presence known, they ran for the lake where they lived, the crazy land of Cabin X. Walking through the woods, the girls got the feeling they were being followed. Cautiosly following a path, they didn't see the shadow come up behind them. Suddenly, they were grabbed and taken to a glen. They were in the land of the Skippers!

Christina and Lauren valiantly fought, clawing and hissing. Lauren used her funky poaching skills, screaming all the time for Julie to help her. She escaped the clutches of the spy and ran for the woods. Christina, with her talking alien and babbling shippy/hyperness, talked the spy to his demise. Running, she ran for Lauren and hid, watching Angela. Angela looked around indiferently. Looking harmless, she sprung, using her Agiel and using her skills aquired in the BDA, the whole while screaming for Lemming to come help *her*. Escaping, Lauren, Christina and Angela ran from the Skippers, resuming a course for the Cabin.

L: However, this course was soon to be interrupted once again. For they were aproaching the Noromo Bunker. It was between a rock and a hard place. Their only indication as to their current whereabouts was that they heard demonic screams coming from Crystal and her sometimes-companions, the Fencesitters. Abruptly, Angela was sacked by Crystal, who was all the while muttering that romance has no place in the world of the x files. Angela, being the Apathetic Fencesitter that she was, was easliy lured into the Bunker. On the outside of the bunker was a bright, orange neon sign that read, "Resistence is Futile". One of the bulbs was broken from a previous flaming mallow attack from the Shipp. A cruel tragedy of war. On the ground, the remaining Lauren and Christina spied microscopic implants made of kitty litter. They put the litter into their necks and were imeadiately turned back into thier humanoid selves, implants being a world-renown cure-all. Duh.

C: Seeing the situation as hopeless, they shrugged at each other and crept silently toward the big white fence. Coming upon it, the saw many CabinXers, some leaning toward the noromo side, some toward the shipper side and some just neutral. Slowly climbing up, they got to the top. Seeing Rachel, one of the many fencesitters (I can't remember the others!), they greeted her and quickly jumped to the Shipp side. Running to familiar territory, a beam of light caught them, and they were inside the Shipp. Mysti greeted them as they materialized on the platform. Wearing her customary crown, Mysti gave them a copy of 12 Degrees and sent them on their way to roam the many halls of the Shipp. Walking, they were greeted with many familiar sights. Katie in her tiara, peasants rejoicing, penguins dancing, the great insanity they were used to. Walking through the halls trying to get to their bunks on the ground, they passed the many factions of Shipperism, Finis, Thoroughbreds, Soulmate, Rabid Finis, and just plain shippy. There were more but I don't fell like listing them all and I can't remember them all right now. Anyway, finally getting to the ground, they walked to the flagpole. And to their surprise, Angela stood there, in human form tapping her foot impatiently. After scolding at them for being up in the Shipp for so long, they made their way towards the bunks.

L: The Bunks were a welcome sight for sore eyes. They all ran to their respective bunks, plopping down for either a good read of Ender's Game, Q-Squared, or the Sword of Truth books, depending on who you're talking about. Finally the world was safe for democracy. And outside it was a beautiful day. The men countinued to frolic in their well-fitting pants. All was well. Except for the part about the buck teeth.

{Executive Producers: Lauren and Christina}

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next week, on the Sleepover Series.......

Disclaimer:: All above characterization of the various Factions of the cabin were entirely ment for the purpose of humor and in no way should be construed as how we seriously feel about all of you.

holy crap, Batman!! We just realize we've been writing this for close to two hours!! It's now 4:06 AM!!! evidence that *we* have no life as well....... Speak for yourself Lauren. Heeheeheeheehee. Sorry, it's late and I'm hyper and tired! Wondwerful combination. Well, I guess that's it. G'night everyone!