Or, what happens when Princess Alice swaps out her dress and crown for a flannel shirt and jeans and pretends to be a regular student at the University of Centralia!
Right now I'm on my way from Queen City to the UCen main campus in Colerain, in a nondescript little compact car I "borrowed" from the palace garage. ^_^
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ME: Oh boy, here we go.
(The policeman gets out of his car and approaches mine.)
CONSTABLE: Good morning.
ME: Good morning, Constable.
CONSTABLE: I'm sure you know why I stopped you.
ME: I...don't actually.
CONSTABLE: You're driving with no license plates!
ME: License plates...I knew I forgot something.
CONSTABLE: How do you "forget" license plates?
ME: It's a long story.
CONSTABLE: *writing on a pad* The courts have plenty of time. Can I get your driver's license?
(I pass him "Ellen's" license. He thanks me and takes it back to the car. After a few moments, he returns.)
CONSTABLE: Well, Ms. Smithee...May I call you Ellen?
ME: Ms. Smithee, please.
CONSTABLE: Well, Ms. Smithee, your license checks out, so I'm just gonna take down your VIN and if your registration comes back clean I'll issue a warning for the plates and you'll be on your way.
ME: Thanks.
(The Constable goes back to his car, this time a little bit longer. After what seems like ages, another police car pulls up and a second constable gets out. They approach the car together, the first officer still doing the speaking.)
CONSTABLE: Ms. Smithee, are you a government employee?
ME: In...a manner of speaking, yes.
SECOND CONSTABLE: This car's coming back as Crown property. Do you have authorization to drive it?
ME: (confidently) Yes.
SECOND CONSTABLE: Who have you authorisation to drive this car?
ME: Her Royal Highness.
CONSTABLE: You're telling me the Princess of Centralia herself told you to drive this car?
ME: Um...yes?
CONSTABLE: Right...I'm not playing this game. This car's being seized.
ME: Are you sure? Why don't you just call the Princess and ask?
CONSTABLE: Ma'am, do you think I just have the Princess of the country on speed dial?
ME: ...I suppose not.
CONSTABLE: Ok, then I'm taking the car to be on the safe side. Understand?
ME: Fair enough.
SECOND CONSTABLE: Do you need a ride to the bus station or something?
ME: No thank you, I'll walk.
SECOND CONSTABLE: Alright, Ms. Smithee. Have a nice day.
ME: *sighs* You too.
i hope they'll at least guard the car properly in case of hijackers
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
*drives up in the seized car*
Hey, girlie! Do you want your car back?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I mean, I'd guess that you're connected to the Royals. This is their car, and if it had been stolen, I would know about it. That kind of knowledge comes with the fancy gloves and goggles that I wear all the time. Ask about Mr next time you chat with the princess. Tell her how gentlemanly I am.
Now, do you want the car or not?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
-moves over to the shotgun seat-
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Hello?
Guardsman Payne: bwargable bwargh! An alligator! -shoots with gun-
{Gun fires out only spaghetti, and a flag bearing a picture of the Safety Fairy}
Aliroz: Consarn it.
Guardsman Payne: It speaks!
Aliroz: Sir Utilis, in the flesh! I never expected you to look so... hagrid, or sleep deprived, or generally cranky.
Guardsman Payne: I AM NOT CRANKY.
Aliroz: Ooookay, any idea where your princess is, Utilis? We need to discuss paint-drying quicknesses of thirty four different paints, as approved by the Painter's guild of the Barony of Kexructland.
Guardsman Payne: Oh. No wonder she's nowhere to be found. I'm only sorry she turned you into a ravenous, rancorous reptilian before she ran.
Guardsman Payne (aside): It appears I've been mistaken for the Princess's Paramour. Well, if this transmogriphied bureaucrat wants to find her, it appears we have a common goal. At least I get respect under this name.
Aliroz (Aside): It appears I've been assumed to be a human bureaucrat transmogriphied into an alligator.
-Exit Aliroz and Guardsman Payne into other thread-
In any case, i don't think your post killed the thread. The forum is unusually quiet right now.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Seems like it'd be fun.
I'm hungry. Wanna stop for food?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
moo
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Bureaucrat" Aliroz: Not everybody gets to visit Centralia as often as you, mister Utilis. Besides, I have a feeling. We're close.
Guardsman "Utilis": What significance does an obscure Mexican restauraunt have?
"Bureaucrat" Aliroz: Well, according to the Tabloids, you were all smooching up a storm with the Princess a couple weeks ago (stop blushing) in Denver. Today is saturday, which has a T in it but not an R. You now what else has a T and not an R? This restauraunt. Besides, it is a restauraunt started in your own home state, I'd thought you'd be proud of it. It's also in many places in Ohio. What better place than somewhere with memories of Denver, which has an R but not a T?
Guardsman "Utilis": NO, this is stupid. Let's go back to the palace and see if anyone has reported her yet.