Friday, August 24, 2007

Meanwhile, in Apartment 3-G...

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Well, that doesn't look like a comfortable pose. Was she in the middle of doing jumping jacks when that migraine hit? Or was she about to throw a low inside changeup? Whatever it was, she's been standing in that position for so long, some industrious spider has used her back as the support for a web of Brobdingnagian proportions!

But never mind that now. Just where th' heck is Marianne, anyway? She flew with Tony to Washington because he had been subpoenaed or somethin', so I presume she's staying at a hotel. Of course, the manic manner in which she bolted off that runway suggests she could be anywhere by now. Maybe she even wandered into some stranger's house, Robert Downey Jr.-style! That sounds more likely to me than a hotel. Because if it's a hotel... hoo-boy! A spindly, skeletal brass footboard, the thinnest mattresses available, and dust ruffles that haven't been cleaned since the Garfield Administration--! Is this the Lizzie Borden room at FantaSuites? Jeebus. She'd be safer sleeping on that sprawling, Ditko-esque chair in the back... providing the alarmingly-angled legs don't break off in the middle of the night.

And then there's the fabric they used for the drapes. Look familiar? Run, Marianne! The jumpsuited terrorists are coming from inside the house!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

The caption is...beautiful! "We're going to use time to watch drama while it's being made fresh by our chef!"

Of course, the drama has secretly been replaced by Folger's crystals, but never mind that.

You're right, though. Those drapes are awfully suspicious. It must be Lucie's place. You can just see Slasher chilling on the ejection couch with a beer. "Billionaire industrialists are a lot reliant on governmental contracts. We are only in needing of grooving jumpsuits and we can strike irritation into their aortas through fuzzy Senatorial inquisition." As he walks to the window, "It--it's an omen! We shall become...green polka-dotted terrorists! Lucie--pilot up the van to here! Demetrius--you're a fool! Let's go!"

Demetrius, meanwhile, just wants to practice the Snoopy dance, but maybe they'll stop for lunch.

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

With her legs splayed like that, she could have been doing her Elvis impression just before the headache. Or perhaps her impression of someone's impression of Andy Kaufman's impression of Elvis.

Bill S. said...

Maybe she was practicing her Jack Kirby Action Stance.

MaGnUs said...

From the creators of Fountain-Pen Man... THE VISCIOUS DRAPE MEN!!!

Blockade Boy said...

Anonymous: I have no idea who you are, but I think I love you. (As a friend.)

Jon: She's going to dislocate a thing or two with that nonsense.

Bill S.: Ah. It's unsuitable for any occasion!

MaGnUs: Damn, this story is positively crawling with potential Spidey Super-Story villains.