Greetings From the Dork Culture (Tagged)

[Riley Forrester]

There were many ups and downs to Riley's power, she knew. Some of the downs were the fact she could get stuck in a voice or lose it altogether. But the ups of being able to mimic any voice she wanted was a serious up.

Which was why she was narrating her friends' little mini show in the voice of Morgan Freeman. Because honestly, why not?

"And so brave Sir Jordan hefted his father's sword up from it's dusty pedestal and raised it before him." She said, the batch of her friends acting out her little scene forced to comply. The current 'actor' in question was currently holding a ruler before his face and trying his best not to snicker. "And on that sword he promised to make a vow. So he said, 'I, Jordan.'l

"I, Jordan."

"Forth Son of my father."

"Forth Son of my father."

"Descended from the Clan Dickus."

"D-Descended from the Clan Dickus."

"Founded by the first of his name: Biggus Dickus."

"Ffffounded by the First of his name:.....B-Biggus Dickus *snicker*"

"Do solemnly swear upon my floppy sword."

"Do solemnly swear upon my.....my floppy sword."

"That I will avenge my father."

"That I will avenge my father."

"Shrinkus Dickus."

"Shr-Shrinkus Dickus."

Riley had to smirk. So far Jordan was doing an excellent job keeping a relatively straight face, but he was cracking here and there. Still, it was fun seeing how long everyone could last, especially since they had the room to themselves. "So then Sir Jordan whipped his floppy sword into it's sheath and set forth towards the mountain of Spamalot." Riley said, watching as Jordan dramatically sauntered across the loungie while the others snickered. "However, Sir Jordan knew he would be no match for Lord Nerfarousnips. So along the way, he gatherrrrrrrred......"

Suddenly Riley trailed off when she happened to glance over and realized that their little group suddenly had an audience. Some girl stood in the doorway. God only knew how long she was here. The others had frozen too, but it was Riley who spoke first. "Uh, hi?"

[Danicca Waylan]

Dani didn't know a single person who couldn't identify Morgan Freeman's voice within a few syllables. She tested this once, repeating things of a similar nature to "titty sprinkles" both in person and via soundcloud links with everyone she could get hold of. So with that knowledge firmly in her mind, Dani followed the sound coming from the room down the hall. It did not matter that she had a test to be studying for, nor did it matter that she wasn't supposed to be there.

All that mattered was Morgan Freeman.

Entering the room at approximately "Clan Dickus", Danicca stood and watched in a mixture of awe and amusement as what she was sure was the most entertaining thing to happen to her all month unfolded. It was beautiful, it was well executed, and it was so packed with losers that if this were middle school there would be some wedgies to go around.

Upon being noticed, Dani raised an eyebrow and brought up her best Liam Neeson mimic to pick up where things had trailed off. "Along the way, he gathered a child of Adam and Eve, who honestly was really horribly suited for the ruling position they'd been granted. But a talking cat granted these powers to them, so their authority went unquestioned and Sir Jordan turned to them with his biggest question:"

Someone muttered "Who the hell is this?"

She returned to her normal voice, having made her way closer to them through her narration. Snapping, she pointed in the direction she'd heard that question from. "Exactly."