So for today... I came up with no such idea. BUT I will do my best to create a short but satisfying misadventure for a few of the Weird Bunch members to experience. The roots of this story are heavily based on a whim. You may even say it is a thematic one. See how those two sentences somehow contradict each other? Yes.
You know what I realized, texted Ashley. We never had a Halloween party. You know, like in Friends.
A bus whizzed past and blew Ashley's hair into her face. Swiping it away with her index finger, she looked up, squinting into the blazing sun.
"The day is young," she observed. "But of course, I am no astronomer."
She blinked in thought.
"Astronomer? Astrologist?" she asked herself and shrugged, "Nah, never mind."
Meanwhile...
"I hate Math. I wish it would die." Paolo grumbled as he pored over another problem. "This doesn't even matter in the real world..."
Someone tapped him over the shoulder and Paolo, thinking it was his maid-servant, turned around to see an old man with a cloud of fluffy hair on his jaw glare at him with stone cold eyes.
"Screw you!" Archimedes said.
"Tell me what troubles you," Sigmund Freud spoke softly.
Ashley walked over to the couch and plopped herself down.
"I've been having problems... with whether to say 'astronomer' or 'astrologist.'"
Freud stared deeply into space and inhaled. He adjusted his glasses, looked down at his notes and said:
"I believe this stems from a certain repressed sexual desire to be detached from the real world. Perhaps you have repressed desires to be free--to travel into space--where you can fulfill all your sexual desires. And sexual desires, sexual desires, sexual--"
Ashley stood up abruptly and flushed.
"Excuse me, all I heard was 'sexual desires, sexual desires, sexual desires'! Do you think I'm horny or something?!"
"I told you not to go in that direction," muttered a drawling voice. Out of the shadows stepped Carl Jung.
"Stay out of this, Jung," Freud warned, shaking his forefinger. "I am entitled to my own interpretations."
Carl Jung gave him a disdainful look and turned to Ashley.
"My dear, you should come to me. I only interpret dreams as sexual when they are."
He whipped out a business card from his jacket and handed it to me.
"Adieu!"
Paolo shot his arms through the holes of his sweater.
"Oi, maid-servant! I'm going out for a bit of fresh air by the Bay!"
Minutes later, by the Bay...
Paolo sniffed in the fresh air (no, really, there was fresh air by the Bay) and stuffed his hands into his pockets coolly. He then saw four men sitting on some cardboard boxes around a makeshift table. He approached them cautiously and watched them play cards.
"--and double the rent!" yelled one of them joyously.
The other three men groaned and handed over multi-colored cards to the man.
Another man drew two cards and looked thoughtfully at them. He placed two cards of the same color on top of a card on his side of the table that had the same color. And he placed down one card.
"Sly deal," he muttered seriously, pointing over to another man's blue card. He took the blue card and placed it on top of his. He threw the rest of his cards down and shouted, "Yes!"
The others groaned some more and also threw their cards down. The man who shuffled the cards looked up and saw Paolo standing there.
"Ei, you? Wanna play?"
Paolo's eyes darkened. He looked over to the Bay.
"Do I wanna play...?" he muttered darkly.
It was the year 2011, and the rain was pounding against the window. Paolo was cleaning out his bag when he heard something heavy and thick drop. He bent down to pick it up and saw that it was the Php 300-something worth deck of Monopoly Deal he had bought with Ashley earlier that day.
For the next ten weeks, Paolo did nothing but play Monopoly Deal. He challenged everyone he met, even if it took having to explain the game for thirty minutes. He would explain, then challenge, and beat the crap out of them sunnuvabeeshes. He grew obsessed. Day and night, Monopoly Deal. Day and night, beating the crap out of everyone.
Until one day...
"Oh there it is!" Ashley exclaimed as she took a seat in front of Paolo months later at the JSEC in the University campus. "Wanna play a quick round before we eat?"
Paolo's eye glinted. "Sure..."
After about seven minutes--
"Ohh yeah! I win!" Ashley placed a Wild Card on top of her Boardwalk. She sighed. "That was good, I'm gonna go order..." She stood up and walked off to one of the stalls.
Paolo sat there... staring... After ten weeks... to be crushed... ten weeks...
It's been over a month now.
"You asking me... if I want to play...?" his voice shook.
The four men looked up. "Oh, sorry, bro. We already started, you took like so long to answer us. You can catch the next game."
"Bunch of hobos," muttered Paolo.
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WILL ASHLEY EVER LEARN THE SECRET BEHIND 'ASTRONOMER' AND 'ASTROLOGIST'?!
WILL ARCHIMEDES EVER FORGIVE PAOLO FOR SAYING MATH HAS NO PURPOSE IN LIFE?!
WHO WILL ASHLEY CHOOSE?! SIGMUND FREUD--OR CARL JUNG?!
WILL PAOLO WIN HIS FIRST EVER MONOPOLY DEAL SINCE THE DAY ASHLEY CRUSHED HIM?!
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