#I think we could sneak Ais onto the beach if we tried....

[toxintouch]

Leander and Vere planning a beach excursion just the two of them...? Everyone pray to Kuras for a miracle because we are gonna need it. (/lh)

Summer has arrived and it's time to hit the beach! Vere and Leander just can’t agree on what to bring or do. They need your help now more than ever!

Keep an eye out for some upcoming polls – your choices decide if their vacation is a success or a complete disaster! 🏖️

Where’d everyone else go? Ais is banned from the beach, Kuras couldn’t get the time off, and Mhin claimed to be allergic to sand.

[zen3to5]

J/H 4-14: Jackie Says Cheese

Following production order, the next few episodes - "Red and Stacey," "Eric's Hot Cousin," "The Third Wheel," and "An Eric Forman Christmas" all remain unchanged in this timeline. I imagine some of you are surprised "The Third Wheel" didn't come in for a rewrite, and I watched it multiple times looking for an opening myself, but nothing jumped out at me. "Jackie Says Cheese," on the other hand...

(This is another one that was only partially re-written. Some re-written scenes are sequential, and some aren't; you'll know those by the *** separating them. Enough material is the same that I think anyone familiar with the episode can recognize the context for all of these. Just to get us all on the same page: imagine the episode playing out as you know it up until the second scene dealing with Thomas...)

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INT. HUB - DAY   THOMAS continues to make his own mark as the “foreign kid:” he sits at a round table with TWO PRETTY GIRLS. Over at the wall table, FEZ watches with cold disapproval, while KELSO eats. “Long, Long Way from Home” by Foreigner plays on the jukebox.   THOMAS: (laughing) I don’t know. I’ve just always been good-looking.   He and the girls laugh some more.   FEZ: (to Kelso) Look at that foreign bastard. Cracking up the whores.   KELSO: Yup. That is one sexy accent.   FEZ: Hey, if I pretend to say something funny, will you laugh?   KELSO: What would you pretend to say?   Fez snorts and looks back to Thomas.   FEZ: That Thomas is shady. (to Kelso) And have you noticed he never says what country he’s from?   KELSO: (beat) What country are you from?   FEZ: What country are you from?   KELSO: America.   FEZ: Fine, mystery solved.   He scoffs and turns back to stewing.

***   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY   A quiet afternoon. HYDE reads in his chair, DONNA reads on the couch, and JACKIE paces up and down the room.   Kelso enters through the basement door.   KELSO: Hey.   Jackie immediately crosses to him.   JACKIE: Michael, I’m broke! I had to buy generic hair conditioner. And now, I have split ends.   KELSO: Well, no one is gonna notice that, baby.   HYDE: (to Jackie) Yeah, they’ll all be looking at that monster zit.   Kelso shrugs, nods, and takes a seat on the couch.   JACKIE: (to Hyde) I have to ration my cover-up. (to Kelso) So find a job already!   KELSO: I’m trying, okay? It’s tough out there.   HYDE: Kelso, you’ve been down here in the basement all day, reading the funnies.   KELSO: And the next page over’s the want ads! I’m getting to it!   Jackie glares down at Kelso, who tries not to look guilty.   DONNA: What about that new store at the mall? The Cheese Palace.   HYDE: “Where curd is king?”   DONNA: The very same.   KELSO: Nah. I saw that place. They’re only hiring for cheese maidens to hand out the free samples. Girl maidens. You know, with boobs and stuff.   Donna looks up at Jackie.   DONNA: Hey, you know who’s an actual girl with boobs and stuff?   JACKIE: Oh, Donna, you don’t have to get a job just for me.   DONNA: I was talking about you, pimple-chin.   JACKIE: Oh, no, no, no, no. I am not getting a job. A job is for poor people. I am a rich person who doesn’t have money. Big diff.   Donna and Hyde roll their eyes.   Kelso looks up at Jackie, leans closer.   KELSO: Hey, is that a blackhead?   Jackie recoils at the thought.   JACKIE: NOOOOOO!   CUT TO:   INT. MALL – DAY   On a mildly busy shopping day, Jackie stands in the courtyard, in full cheese maiden attire, with a tray of free samples. She meekly offers it up to passers-by, who all ignore her.   JACKIE: Cheddar? Cheddar? Cheddar?   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   MUSIC NOTE: “Working in the Coal Mine” by Lee Dorsey.   INT. MALL – DAY   Right where we left off. Jackie keeps offering her cheese samples to patrons, none of whom seem interested. But for each effort, Jackie has a rhyme.   JACKIE: Try the Swiss. You can’t miss. Try the Cheddar. It’s even better.   Hyde comes around the corner and stops by Jackie. He looks down at the floor.   HYDE: The floor’s real shiny, and I see your heinie.   Jackie groans, hits him in the chest.   HYDE: Hey, the cheese maiden hit me! Cheese guards, seize her!   JACKIE: God, this job is awful! I’m starting to glisten!   HYDE: You mean, sweat?   JACKIE: No. Girls don’t sweat. Sweating is for boys and pigs. Girls glisten.   HYDE: Like a Christmas ham.   Undeterred by Jackie’s glare, he helps himself to some cheese samples.   JACKIE: Where is Michael? The only reason I have this job is so he and I can be together.   HYDE: In the basement, eating Fritos. (Jackie gasps) Yeah, if he sends in 80 empty Frito bags, he gets a remote-control car.   JACKIE: I’m working for our love, and he’s trying to get a toy car?   HYDE: (shrugs) Hey, bright side is, all that “glisten’s” pushed that blackhead out.   Jackie’s hand goes to her chin as Hyde takes some more cheese.   BUMPER   INT. BASEMENT – DAY   As Donna and Kelso watch TV (Kelso with a bag of Fritos), Fez paces up and down the room, muttering to himself.   FEZ: Thomas. Thomas. Thomas!   He stops, leans on the back of Hyde’s chair.   FEZ (cont’d): What I have to do is show everyone that I am cooler than Thomas. You know, I once saw the Fonzie do something on TV that just might do the trick.   CUT TO:   EXT. BEACH – DAY   FANTASY SEQUENCE. The whole gang, plus Thomas and the two girls from earlier, are gathered on a pier. Fez is the Fonz, complete with leather jacket, while everyone else is dressed for the beach.   FEZ: I am now going to jump over a shark on water skis to prove that I’m the coolest foreign exchange student in Point Place.   THOMAS: (scoffs) He’ll never make it.   DONNA: Shut up. He can do it. He’s – the Fez!   The gang all nod in support.   FEZ: Okay. Here I go. Hit it.   And off he goes, to a series of obviously blue-screened shots miming water skiing and stock footage of a great white shark. Fez takes time to break the fourth wall with a smile and a thumbs up.   Back at the pier, the gang cluster together, Donna holding onto ERIC and Jackie surrounded by Hyde and Kelso.   ERIC: He’s crazy, man! He’s crazy!   HYDE: He’s at the ramp!   An even more artificial shot fakes the act of jumping the shark as Fez cries out in triumph. Cut to him climbing back onto the pier and receiving congratulatory cheers, pats, punches, and hugs by the gang and Thomas’s two girls.   JACKIE: You suck, Thomas!   Thomas’s face runs with artificial sitcom tears.   ERIC: Fez, you jumped that shark, and you’re not even wet.   FEZ: That’s ‘cause I’m cool-a-mundo. Ai!   He gives two thumbs up and grins.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – DAY   Back to reality. Fez is grinning here too. He looks down at Donna and Kelso.   FEZ: What do you think?   DONNA: Not only is that the worst idea I’ve ever heard, it was the worst moment in television history.   FEZ: (beat) Yeah, you’re right. I stopped watching after that episode.   KELSO: I kinda liked it.   Donna gives him a long stare; he inches away from her.   FEZ: THOMAS!   And back to pacing he goes.   ***   EXT. ROAD – NIGHT   Kelso’s Samba out on the dark backwoods’ streets. Fez is behind the wheel, Kelso in the passenger’s seat, and Thomas right behind them, an arm on either chair.   THOMAS: How exciting. My first American road trip. I can’t wait to see Lake Dillhole.   Fez, with a small, sly grin, pulls over and puts her in park.   FEZ: Well, the wait is over. We’re here. (to Thomas) Now, hop out, you crazy son of a gun.   Thomas, beaming, jumps out of the van. Kelso takes a careful look around the area.   KELSO: This is the Michigan border.   FEZ: Well, what do you know?   Thomas looks in through the drivers’ side window.   THOMAS: So where is Lake Dillhole?   FEZ: (pointing) Oh, it’s right there, behind the Get Bent Memorial. So, get bent, dill-hole!   He throws the van back into drive and takes off down the road. He and Kelso share a quiet laugh.   KELSO: That was a sweet burn, man.   FEZ: You don’t have to tell me.   KELSO: (beat) I don’t wanna take away from your moment, but we did just leave a high school kid stranded in the middle of nowhere, and his host parents are probably gonna want to look for him. (beat) And the cops.   He and Fez share a look. Fez spins the wheel, and they both lurch as the van turns around.   CUT TO:   INT. MALL – NIGHT   Jackie on the night shift. She continues to fail at drawing in samplers. Donna watches her with a big smile from the rim of a large plant pot, while Hyde stands just off to her side, sneaking cheese samples as she tries to solicit shoppers.   JACKIE: (to patrons) The Gouda’s so good-a. The Havarti’s a party.   Hyde reaches for a sample further down the tray. Jackie slaps his hand away.   JACKIE (cont’d): Quit it! Steven, why do you keep eating all my cheese?   HYDE:  We’re in Wisconsin. (takes a bite) Hey, this Havarti is a party!   He motions for Donna to come over. She joins them and takes a sample herself.   JACKIE: Oh, my God, this is awful! A few minutes ago, I smelled stinky cheese. And it was me!   HYDE: Hey, I stink after work too. Of course, that stink’s got nothing to do with work. And ganja ain’t no Gouda.   Jackie shakes her head, passes him the whole cheese tray and starts to walk away. Hyde and Donna follow.   HYDE (cont’d): Come on, Jackie. This can’t be that bad.   DONNA: Yeah. And you got this job so you could be with Kelso. I mean, doesn’t that make it satisfying?   JACKIE: NO!   Kelso and Fez come around the corner. Kelso smiles at Jackie, but she holds a finger up before he can say a word.   JACKIE (cont’d): Michael, I love you, but I am not cut out for work. I’m cut out for having rich people give me things. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this.   Just as she says this, her MANAGER comes up behind her and presents her with an envelope. He walks back into the store as Jackie opens it up.   JACKIE (cont’d): Oh, my gosh. It’s a check! And that’s my name! Mine!   She shows it off to Hyde, bobbing on her feet. Kelso starts to bob too.   KELSO: (to Jackie) All right, so we can stay together!   JACKIE: Yeah, and I can still be rich!   KELSO: Yeah! You know, we deserve a celebration. Hey, let’s go buy me a remote-control car.   JACKIE: No, Michael. Money doesn’t grow on trees. (gasps) Money doesn’t grow on trees. You know, I think having a job is changing me. Okay, think about it: a whole new me.   HYDE, FEZ, DONNA, & KELSO: (beat) That’d be great.   Jackie pouts at them all, takes back her cheese tray, and heads out into the courtyard.

[arrowluna]

Where the light meets the sea.

So this is kind of the start of the idea of that mermaid AU. Should I continue it???

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She could hear the wild sounds of people shouting and chaos ensuing. Rushed foot steps and orders that were frantic as they called for soldiers to search every where for the missing prisoner. She knew what would happen if they caught her, knew she would suffer the exact same fate that her father would be suffering through in just a few moments.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest and her feet were carrying her painfully fast. Her side ached terribly and her hand tightly gripped on to the hand of the younger girl who was trying so desperately to keep pace with her. Looking over her shoulder she looked into her determined green eyes that though filled with fear, were shining with bravery. God she hoped she could save her.

Their breathing was shallow as Clarke, the daughter of one of the Commander’s of Arcadia, daughter of the traitor Jake Griffin, frantically pulled along the dark haired girl. Her heart at her throat and adrenaline was rushing feverishly through her veins. She knew her father was being executed that night. It was the reason he did one last rebellious act against the Governor. He freed the young girl who was in the cell beside him.

Her name was Octavia, she had arrived on the same ship that Clarke had two days ago. When Clarke had gotten aboard the ship that sailed from Polis to Arcadia she found a girl that was hidden under the ships floor boards, beneath the top deck, in a structure that seemed like a small wooden tub filled with water.

A mermaid. Octavia.

The journey from Polis to Arcadia took six months and in that time Clarke had come to love Octavia and befriend her. She had promised Octavia her father could free her but the moment they arrived at Arcadia her father had been arrested for treason and Clarke knew full well why. A secret that her father shared with her, a secret that would surely get her killed too.

“Run” he had said as he freed Octavia from her confinement’s “run, hide, live.” With tears still in her eyes Clarke rushed towards the roaring sound of the waves. She felt her strength leaving her and her side becoming more and more painful.

“Almost there O” she huffed as she stepped on corals and rocks. Octavia was close behind her, her fingers tightly gripped Clarke’s hand. The air around them was cool as it was mid October but despite the dipping temperature Clarke pressed on. Behind her Clarke could hear Octavia sobbing, she knew Jake was being executed, she knew that Clarke; despite the fact that she was rushing towards the ocean, was in danger.

Jumping over the rocks with Octavia in tow, they landed on the beach and ran further towards the sand. Towards the darker parts of the beach where they couldn’t been seen. The moon brightly lit the way for them and finally Clarke’s legs gave up on her. She fell to the sand unceremoniously, accidentally dragging Octavia slightly down with her. She brought her free hand to her side.

Blood.

Cursing under her breathe Clarke’s blue eyes shone in the moonlight. Octavia could practically read what Clarke was thinking and in a surge of panic she began to shake her head frantically.

“No!” She sobbed falling to the sand next to Clarke. “Please, no we can go together.” She cried but Clarke was feeling dizzy.

“Octavia go home.” She managed to say, out of breathe and in pain. “Go into the water and go home” the younger girl refused to move from Clarke’s side. Somewhere in the distance she knew that the guards would come closer. She knew they would get caught and the things they would do to Octavia would be too much for her to imagine. Clarke would die but Octavia would suffer and she couldn’t let that happen.

“Please” Octavia whispered, her tears falling and crystallizing turning into beautiful pearls as they hit the sand. Clarke watched as her spilling tears gave away what she was, if anyone saw her cry they would capitalize on her, monetize her and her ensuing beauty would make them sell her for a good time. Octavia didn’t deserve that. She was only thirteen years of age. She was just a child.

“Octavia,” Clarke began pushing herself to her feet, struggling to hold her balance. “I love you.” She declared and a sob escaped the young girl’s lips. “I can’t lose another person I love tonight.” She pulled Octavia to her feet, wincing in the process. “Please go home. I’m sure your family is worried about you” in some kind of silent rage, Octavia collected her pearls and shoved them into the pouch clinging to Clarke’s pants. She had worn men’s clothes to sneak into the prison.

“You’re my family too Clarke.” Octavia cried as she lunged forward and hugged Clarke. Her clean hand came up to gently caressed Octavia’s soft dark hair. Clarke pressed a kiss to Octavia’s forehead. If her parents would have ever given her a sister, she would have loved it if she had been like Octavia.

“Octavia I need you to be safe.” Clarke whispered, her strength was leaving her. Her body was giving up. If only she could get Octavia to go.

“Octavia!” They jumped at the sound of the deep voice that came from behind them. Clarke directed her blue eyes out to the water and felt a flush rush through her body as a perfectly beautiful man emerged naked from the ocean water. His brown curly locks glistened in the moon light, eyes a deep coffee color that appeared to have specks of gold, a devilish little scar above his lip. His body was tight and toned. In her fifteen years Clarke had never seen the naked body of a man and she knew it was wrong but Clarke couldn’t help but stare.

“Bellamy!” Octavia cried as she detached herself from Clarke and rushed to the man who came from the water. Her mind becoming hazy Clarke wondered where he had come from, how did he know Octavia. She watched with labored breaths as Octavia clung onto him and he buried his face in her hair. Holding her so softly. Would she be safe? Could she let go and be assured that Octavia would be safe with him.

“I found you” she heard him say. Had he been searching for Octavia? They began to speak quickly or more like in some other language she couldn’t understand and Clarke felt her legs give out again. With a grunt she collapsed to her knees holding her side. Her injuries would probably kill her, they were deep and she knew that getting to a doctor in time would be impossible.

“Clarke!!” Turning the the opposite direction Clarke saw the tall form of John Murphy rushing towards her. Her father had told her that he would help her escape considering that he owed his father a debt. Hadn’t she told him once she and Octavia were in the clear that he had paid his debt? Why was he here?

He nearly slid in next to her. Frantically looking at her with anxiety. “We have to go.” He tried to lift her but she couldn’t hold herself up.

“Bell,” Octavia rushed back to Clarke. “Bellamy!” She called out again. The dark naked man approached her.

“Chon yu bilaik?(who are you)” Clarke turned her eyes to him, he stopped for a moment looking at her. She couldn’t understand his gaze but hesitantly he kept moving towards her.

“Do I need to remind you how a lady shouldn’t be looking at naked man, Princess?” John’s voice made her smile slightly.

“Can’t help it.” She replied, he tried his best to hold her up.

“Em laik ai lukot (she’s my friend)” Octavia was talking to the man named Bellamy.

“Yu ste laksen.(you’re hurt)” He was looking at Clarke as he spoke but she didn’t understand him one bit.

“Bellamy Sis em au.(help her)” Octavia’s pleaded “she saved my life.” She whispered. Bellamy knelt down and Clarke had to fight very hard to not to focus on his lower regions.

“Princess,” He repeated the name John had called her by “You saved her?” He asked her finally in a language she understood. “My sister... a human like you saved her?” Clarke felt offended, defiance flashed in her eyes and he smirked at her. “Why?”

“Because she doesn’t deserve to suffer what they wanted to make her do.” Clarke replied her tone harsh “she’s just a child, she deserves to be free and safe.” She watched him watch her “and I-I love her” the last bit she whispered almost inaudibly but he heard her.

“You protected her,” he stated more to himself “thank you.” He reached for the small dagger that was at Clarke side, for a moment panic surged through her, then he put the blade to his hand and sliced at his hand.

“Nou get yu daun(don’t worry)” He said reaching out he ripped at Clarke’s shirt exposing her injury, pressing his bloody hand to her wound Clarke gasped. “Ai laik yun, Ai sonraun laik yu sonraun, Feva en otaim.(I am yours, my life is your life, forever and always)” It was strange to hear and stranger to feel this strangers blood mixing with her own. Clarke locked eyes with Bellamy and she saw a soft light emerge from his hand to her abdomen and she gasped. “The healing won’t be immediate, but you won’t die.” He said and Clarke felt her heart race. “Ste yuj (stay strong)” he stood then and Octavia watched Clarke silently. Clarke couldn’t help feel that whatever Bellamy had just done was something very important, maybe even something that Octavia wasn’t expecting but she didn’t have time for answers. They needed to get Octavia out of danger.

“G-go” Clarke said after a moment of silence. “Go....”she pleaded as she felt Murphy pull her back to her feet. Bellamy nodded taking Octavia by the arm.

“I’ll come back for you!” She cried as she was dragged urgently by Bellamy back towards the ocean. “May we meet again!” She called out, her hands moving quickly to undress herself as she approached the water. From where he stood Murphy gapped at the sight.

Clarke watched as both Bellamy and Octavia rushed into the water, diving in and for a moment they stayed under and Clarke wondered if Octavia had swam away, then they both surfaced and Clarke’s heart clenched. Octavia’s beautiful glimmering tail was breathe taking.

“Princess” She heard Bellamy call out. “If we should ever meet again. Bellamy and Octavia Blake.” He explained, it was possibly even more wonderful to see that Bellamy also had a tail. He was a merman.

“May we meet again” Clarke whispered as she watched them diving under and swim off. Beside her Murphy exhaled.

“The fuck kind of friends do you have Griffin?” He muttered looking down and seeing the pearls. “Fucking Mermaids...” he said in soft wonder.

“Let’s go.” Clarke said as Murphy helped her off the beach, the darkness of the night helped to keep them hidden from the guards.

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