MiSTed - "Something in Red" (1/1)

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Bill Livingston

Jan 31, 2006, 10:41:22 PM1/31/06
[SATELLITE OF LOVE - Mike is wandering around the bridge, dressed in
a very distressed raincoat and puffing on an obviously fake cigar.
Crow looks on haplessly.]

MIKE: [Using a very gravelly voice] Ok. Ok. I guess that's it.
CROW: I hope so.
MIKE: Oh, uh, just - just one more thing, Mr. Crow...
CROW: Geez, Mike, it's been "one more thing" now for a fricking
hour! Can't you just admit this isn't working and move on?
MIKE: Hmmm. Yeah, yeah I guess I could.
CROW: [muttering] Finally...
MIKE: Oh, but before I go...
CROW: [inexpressible and unlikely sound in humans]

[Tom enters (and none too soon for Crow's taste)]

TOM: Hey guys.
MIKE: Ah, Mr. Servo, howareya?
TOM: Tha hell...?
CROW: He's lost it again.
TOM: [Dryly] Really? I couldn't tell.
MIKE: [putting an arm around Tom's, er, shoulders] Listen, I know
this is probably a long shot, but I'm looking for the pod,
and my gut tells me that maybe - just maybe - you know
something that might help. Ya know?
TOM: [disengaging himself] Actually, no I don't.
MIKE: Hmm. Okay then. [starts to go] Oh, uh, just one more
TOM: Mike, later, OK.
MIKE: Awright, awright. Hmm, time for a somthin' else. [leaves]
TOM: OK Crow, you wanna tell me what the deal is here?
CROW: Well, Mike's got it in his head that there's another escape
pod hidden here somewhere, and...
TOM: Wait, he knows Joel took one and we crashed the other two
playing space games, right?
CROW: Yeah.
TOM: So why does he think there's one more Deus Ex Machina just
laying around?
CROW: Probably because I told him that there's another escape
pod hidden here somewhere.


TOM: Okay. Why would you...
CROW: I was bored and it was something to do, okay? Don't judge
my recreational activities!
TOM: *sigh* I like yanking Nelson's chains as much as the next
bot, but how did that lead to this?
CROW: Well he looked all over and couldn't find it, so Mike had
an idea.
TOM: Oh Lord!
CROW: Yeah, he figured if he could emulate some big time TV
detectives, he's be able to figure out where it was.
TOM: You *did* try to explain that you were only kidding, right?
CROW: Ah, it was too late for that. He spent an hour sucking on
lollipops like Kojak, then he Joe Friday deadpanned for a
while. And you don't want to know what happened while he
was being Mr. Monk!
TOM: Well, we gotta let it run its course, I guess. [lights
flash] Uh, we got a caller on line 2, looks like.
CROW: OK. [Beaks the button]

[CASTLE FORRESTER - Pearl & minions. Pearl looks miffed {so
what else is new?)]

PEARL: Listen, you perps, in the Pearl Injustice system, the
only authority is represented by *me*, who irritates you
guys, and *me*, who persecutes you mercilessly. This is
*my* story!
BOBO: *ching-ching*
PEARL: [glances at Bobo in irritation] Anyway, the reason I'm
calling you chuckleheads is that I've got a brand new
piece of pain I'm ready to drop on you!
BOBO: *ching-ching*
PEARL: [another irritated look] I've got the latest in a long
line of fiction from your greatest living arch-nemesis!
This is...
BOBO: *ching-ching*
PEARL: Bobo, go take care of that - it's getting on my last
nerve fiber!
BOBO: *ching-ching* [walks off]
PEARL: How the hell did he manage to swallow two hundred
frigging dollars in pennies anyway?
OBSERVER: I believe there was a serious amount of practice
involved. I try not to dwell on it.
PEARL: Yeah, good plan. Anyway, you're - hey, where's the
meatpuppet? I don't wanna have to go through this twice.

TOM: He's around here somewhere. Crow was messing with him and
it's made him a little loopy.
CROW: So judgmental. Why don't we...

[Suddenly, Mike bounds in, knocking Crow to the ground and off
screen. He's dressed in a dark business suit with wide lapels,
sporting sunglasses, and carrying a Super-Soaker pistol]

MIKE: Look, Lew, we gotta talk. I need to know about the -
TOM: Okay, Mike, this is a little more surreality than I wanted
today. Just pay attention to Pearl and prepare yourself.
MIKE: [peering at the Pearl] Peggy?

PEARL: No, not Peggy you simp! It's me, Pearl Forrester, your
local tyrant.
OBSERVER: Pearl, the story?
PEARL: Oh! Oh yeah. Here's the skinny - Ratliff's written yet
another Marrissa story. It involves Country Music. Brainiac,
send the whatsit.
OBSERVER: Very well. [he does the doodlydoodly thing with his MIND!]
PEARL: There. Read it and go deaf.

MIKE: [back in regular clothes, looking dejected] So there's really
no other escape pods left?
TOM: Sorry Mike, they're all either used or wrecked.
CROW: [dazedly struggling back upright] Lee? Rico? Youngblood?

[Lights, alarrums, etc.]


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[All enter]

MIKE: That was a pretty mean trick, Crow.
CROW: Sorry. Ow, my net hurts now!
TOM: On the other hand, karma was pretty darn instant this time.

>From stephenbr...@earthlink.net Sun Oct 30 21:55:01 2005

CROW: Bratliff? Stevie's been misbehaving?
MIKE: Step up to the bold taste of Marrissaville Brats.

>Path: sn-us!sn-xit-12!sn-xit-09!sn-xit-13!supernews.com!
>Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated

MIKE: When it first started out, the erotica was all wild and stuff.
TOM: Yeah, but now it's more moderated and manageable.

>Approved: as...@earthlink.net
>Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut

TOM: Got credit problems? TrekSmut can help.
MIKE: TrekSmut lifts away grease while it cleans your dishes.
CROW: Plus, TrekSmut tastes more like fresh-roasted peanuts!

>Sender: as...@earthlink.net
>Message-ID: <>
>From: Stephen aka Old Man ASC

MIKE: He must know *something*.
TOM: Yeah, but he don't say nothing.
CROW: He just keeps on ficcing along.

> <stephenbr...@earthlink.net>
>MIME-Version: 1.0
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>contact ASCEML...@yahoogroups.com
>Subject: NEW TNG Something In Red [G] (Country Song Title Challenge)

CROW: So Stevie's written us a Marrissa story based on - what, a country music
TOM: Mike, does the universe hate us this bad?
MIKE: *sigh* No, just Pearl.

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TOM: Y'know, I find it really disturbing that Stephen - *or* Marrissa - might
have an "abuse role" of some kind.
CROW: Yeah, that's not really a very moderate thing for the whole Erotica

> We Care <ab...@newsread.com>

TOM: [Bush41] Message - we care!

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CROW: Eighty-three *thousand*?
MIKE: Wow. At this point, every one in the Star Trek universe must've done
everyone else in the Star Trek universe.
TOM: You mean someone out there has written Phlox/Neelix slash?
MIKE: Probably not - but after 83,000 stories, anything's possible.

>Title: Looking For Something In Red
>Author: Stephen Ratliff
>Series: TNG, Marrissa Stories
>Codes: Country Song Title Challenge

TOM: Something like "I Belize In You".
MIKE: Ouch!
TOM: Or "Burma Down the House".
CROW: Ugh!
TOM: Or even "Brother, Kenya Spare a Dime".
MIKE: That's it - this goes on your permanent record!

>Rating: [G]

MIKE: Which in this case stands for "Good Gravy, man, are you insane?!?"

>Summary: Jean-Luc Picard attends a talent show where his adopted daughter

CROW: Well, on the bright side, at least he didn't adopt Wilhelmina Shatner.

>Looking For Something In Red

TOM: Commies!

>"Welcome to the seventh annual Enterprise Children's Talent Show," Troi

CROW: [Troi] Our first contestant is Wesley Crusher, who will travel back
through time and juggle our fates in his weasely little hands.

> Captain Picard sat in the front row.

MIKE: Try as he might, he couldn't gnaw through the ropes.

> He'd politely attended the
>past five of these. It was better to sit in the back row ignoring

CROW: This was also his command strategy.
TOM: Sir! The Cardassians, Borg and Romulans are all invading!
MIKE: [Picard] Lalalalalalala! I can't hear you! Lalalalala!

> and just present the winner with the trophy than sit through a
>command performance of "The Laughing Vulcan and His Dog."

CROW: Sounds like "Fear Factor" is even worse in the 24th Century.

> Unfortunately,
>this year he'd been informed that a back row seat was not acceptable for
>the father of a participant.

TOM: Command Performance! Where Marrissa *commands* that you to watch her

> "Our first group is preforming a rewrite

MIKE: This song has been pre-formed for your convenience.

>of their own devising of an old Country-Western song from the

TOM: It must be Kenchesnek's "She Thinks My Shuttlecraft's Sexy".
CROW: Nah, it's T'Shania and "Any Command of Mine".

> Preforming 'Looking for Something in Red,' Clara Sutter, Jay
>Gordon, and Marrissa Picard,"

CROW: a.k.a, "Flopsy", "Mopsy" and "Queen Ghidorah".

>Jean-Luc looked up at the stage just in time to see Clara Sutter walk into
>the spotlight.

MIKE: [Picard] Good Lord! She can't carry a tune in a galvanized bucket!

> The young girl was wearing what appeared to be a Star Fleet
>Admiral's uniform from the mid 23rd Century.

CROW: Immediately, Captain Kirk began ignoring her.

> Her clear young voice rang
>out with the first verse.

TOM: [falsetto] My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps!

>I'm looking for something in red
>Something that's visible to turn someone's head

CROW: Well, to be fair, wearing something that's *not* visible is liable
to get you thrown in the brig.

>Crimson or Scarlet, to hide all the blood there

MIKE: [Clara] Huh? Oh wait, this is Marrissa's verse.

>An eye-catching number, security wear
>The guaranteed number to knock the men dead

TOM: Look out - she's got a "4" and she's not afraid to use it!

>I'm looking for something in red
>A giggle ran through the audience as Clara stepped back from the spot

CROW: So, the usual reaction, then?

> The term "redshirt" was entrenched in Star Fleet lore,

MIKE: Specifically, it was entrenched six feet deep.
TOM: At least he didn't say "burned into memory".

> almost a
>century after the color had moved from security/engineering to

MIKE: Red eventually retired with the rank of admiral, and was replaced
at Admiralty Hall by Mauve.

> Now Jay stepped into the spot light, dressed in what appeared to
>be a captain's uniform from Kirk's first five year mission.

TOM: It was covered in shed tribble fur.

> In fact, if
>Jean-Luc was not mistaken, Jay was dressed as a passable Kirk.

CROW: The slight beer gut and polyester toupee were almost perfect.

> His young
>tenor voice picked up the song.

MIKE: [Alfalfa] Let me call youuuuu sweeetheeeeeeart, I'm in loooove
with youuuuuuu...

>I'm looking for something in green
>An friend I must save from a vulcan queen

CROW: T'RuPol?

>Jealousy comes in the color of jade
>Do you have lirpas and ahn-woons in the glade

TOM: Glade - leaves your starship smelling Pon Farr fresh.

>For the admirals whisper "Please come back to me"
>I'm looking for something in green

MIKE: Meanwhile, Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen wait expectantly.

>Jean-Luc had to admire the courage it must have taken to pull out that old
>rumor about Kirk and Spock.

MIKE: Yeah, it takes lots of guts to spread 100-year old gossip.
CROW: By the way, Mike, that stuff I told you about William Howard Taft and
Admiral Dewey? Keep it under your hat, m'kay?

> The events of Ambassador Spock's first wedding
>attempt were supposed to be a secret,

TOM: Vulcans may be great at logic, but they write lousy pre-nups.

> but like most secrets meant to be
>kept about living legends, everyone knew anyway.

MIKE: Stupid "Drudge Report"!

> Jay had stepped back
>again, and this time Marrissa stepped forward,

CROW: And the auditorium, caught off guard, can only cower where they are.

> dressed in the brand new
>dress white uniform. Her alto voice seemed to drift into the first line.

MIKE: [Marrissa] Hmm, hmmm, lalalala, um, in the Sky with, uh, Dilithium?

>I'm looking for something in white

CROW: *snerk* Marrissa's wearing white?!? Who does she think *she's*
TOM: Jay Gordon.
CROW: Oh. Well, it'll probably work, then.

>Something light and cool in the summer's light

TOM: [Bruce Willis] SEEEEA-grams - GOLDen wine COOLer!



> uncomfortable to wear
>Should I wear a sword or a phaser to bear

CROW: Depends on whether you want a quick defensive kill versus just
terrorizing the crew.

>The tailoring must be fine, and the collar tight
>I'm looking for something in white
>Jean-Luc had to admire the lines on the dress uniform.

MIKE: Dude! Bitchin' racing stripes!

> It summed up his
>own feelings on every dress uniform he'd worn in his career.

CROW: Deep down, Picard just wanted to strip buck nekkid and run wild
all over the ship.

> Marrissa
>stepped back, and Jay stepped forward again, his outfit having changed to
>the blue jumpsuit with pockets of the NX-01 Enterprise.

CROW: The entire crew was stunned - none of them had ever seen pockets on
a uniform before.

>I'm looking for something in blue
>Something real shiny the job's brand new,

TOM: Which explains why he's wearing the paper "TRAINEE" hat.

>Thanks to my father's warp five engine.
>We once were innocent, now we're more like friends

CROW: Really grumpy, uncommunicative friends who dislike each other.

>Don't tell me that's just what you old aliens do

TOM: Well sure, they - huh?
CROW: Is that speciesism, or just ageism?

>I'm looking for something in blue
>With Jay in that blue loose jumpsuit,

TOM: He looked so much goofier than normal, even Barclay was razzing him.

> Jean-Luc was drawn back to the tales
>he'd once read of Captain Archer and the NX-01 Enterprise.

MIKE: But he quickly lost interest and switched over to "Smallville".

> At the time it
>had sounded like a glorious adventure, boldly going where no man had gone
>before every week.

TOM: Yeah, it's amazing how they timed all their adventures to happen only
on Wednesdays at 8, 7 Central.
CROW: And it was really sporting of the Xindi to go by their schedule.

> He stepped back from the spotlight again, and Marrissa
>stepped up into his place.

MIKE: And thus Jay's life story is summed up in a single sentence.

> Jean-Luc's daughter was wearing her duty
>uniform, and stood at attention, her right hand snapping up into an ancient
>earth salute.

CROW: Ah, the Nelson Rockefeller special.
MIKE: She perfected it when Shayna cut her off in the shuttlebay.

> It dropped back down to her side, and she began to sing again.

CROW: Marrissa - the one-armed bandit of country music.

>I'm looking for something in red
>Like the one that I wore when I first sat on the bridge

TOM: Way back when she was in the 4th grade.

>Crimson or scarlet with a rank pip right there
>Just a size larger that I wore last year

CROW: One rank a year, huh? That means by the time she's 20, she'll C-in-C
of Starfleet.
MIKE: It's all going according to plan, then.

>The guaranteed number to command the bridge

CROW: And now, Enterprise Command Codes - The Musical!

>Clara joined Marrissa in the spotlight,

TOM: Marrissa had Clara's arms broken the next day as an object lesson.

> her uniform on as well. "I'm
>looking for something"
>Jay then stepped into the light, also in uniform, his third quick change of
>the number,

CROW: The part of Jay Gordon will be played by Liza Minelli.

> "I've gotta have something."

MIKE: o/` If you wanna be with me! o/`

>Then together they all sang the last line, "I'm looking for something in red"
>As the last notes died out, the clapping began.

TOM: Actually, it was slapping.
CROW: The audience was explaining to the judges why this "Talent Show"
concept was a very bad idea.

> Jean-Luc found himself
>smiling widely as his daughter and her best friends took a bow.

MIKE: [Picard] Ha! That'll show them what I have to put up with every day!
Welcome to *my* nightmare, you insensitive clods!

> He glanced at
>the judges ... surely they'd find that a hard act to follow all night long.

CROW: But as it turned out, they placed last - just behind Worf and his
Trained Targ orchestra.

> ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
> ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list.

TOM: Then quickly decompiled, degaussed and never spoken of again.

> Most recent messages
> can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML.

MIKE: [announcer] Ask your doctor about Ascemel. Do not take Ascemel if
you have high blood pressure, a rash, or are experiencing Ponn Farr.
Discontinue Ascemel if you suddenly become a silicon-based lifeform.
CROW: I think it's over, guys.
TOM: Yeah, let's scoot before Naomi Wildman starts playing Gwen Stefani
songs on the Glass Harmonica.

[All leave]

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[SOL Bridge]
CROW: Well, that was - special.
TOM: At least it was a change from the music we usually hear on Star Trek.
CROW: Yeah, we either get Berlioz symphonies or Riker's version of "jazz".
MIKE: But country music?
TOM: You no like?
MIKE: Oh, I dunno. I just can't get into the whole country music scene. I
mean, if I have to dress up in some weird costume just to enjoy my
music, what good is it?
CROW: Uh-huh. I seem to recall seeing a KISS outfit in someone's closet.
MIKE: That's different, I - hey, what're you doing in my closet?
CROW: Never mind that now, Mike. Country music's getting cool again.
MIKE: Maybe, but still...
TOM: Yeah, even Nicole Kidman's into it.
MIKE: Really?
CROW: Sure. She's all but engaged to that Urban guy.
MIKE: Urban country?
TOM: D'oh! No no, *Keith* Urban. He's her boyfriend.
MIKE: Huh. This bears some thought. I'll be right back. [leaves]
TOM: Uh, Mike? Mike?
CROW: There he goes, having ideas again.
TOM: Now I'm really worried. Maybe we better do the info thing while Mike
does whatever it is he's gonna do.
CROW: Okiedoke. To join the MiSTing Authors Dibs List, send an e-mail to
"majo...@pinky.wtower.com" (assuming it ever revives) with the
message "subscribe dibslist" in the message body.
TOM: Right. Also, don't forget to read the FAQ at "http://
www.masemware.com/mst3k/faq.shtml", don't work blue, and don't
force your kids to compete in weird sci-fi country contests.

[Mike now returns. He's wearing the gaudiest looking cowboy outfit
imaginable, including a spangled fringed jackets, a huge ugly hat, and
one of those earbud wireless concert microphones]

MIKE: Okay, I'm ready. Bring on the babes.
TOM: *snerk* Uh, Mike, I hate to break it to you, but this outfit
really isn't what you need
MIKE: Huh. Not country enough?
CROW: Heh. Look Mike, if you're looking to snag Nicole Kidman, you
Probably don't want to uh, to...
TOM: You don't want to look like the unholy love child of Garth Brooks
and Liberace.
MIKE: That bad, huh?
TOM: Yeah. Plus, you probably wanna be a little more like Keith Urban.
CROW: Namely, you should probably be Australian.
TOM: And younger.
CROW: And at least a little good looking.

[Lights flash]

MIKE: Okay, I - hey!

[CF - Peal & Brain Guy]
PEARL: My God, Nelson, you look like Porter Waggoner exploded.
OBSERVER: I take it that wasn't the effect you were looking for?
PEARL: I'm looking for madness and submission, Pastyface, not
unadulterated tacky! Welp, back to the drawing board.
Mike, go change into something that can't be seen from
orbit. Until next -

[Bobo comes back in, dragging a big canvas bag]

BOBO: Ook! OK, lawgiver, as ordered, I got rid of all my
loose change. [dumps it on a table]
PEARL: That's nice, Booboo, just - uh, Bobo, I thought you
swallowed a bunch of pennies.
BOBO: Yes, that's right.
OBSERVER: But - but these are quarters.
BOBO: Really? [Looks closely] Huh. Well, I'll be darned. Got
the wrong batch, looks like. Oh well, the pennies will come
out eventually.

[Bobo walks away humming. Pearl and Brain Guy look after him uneasily]

PEARL: Remind me, Brainy - why do we keep him around.
OBSERVER: Partially because he's a fellow scientist, partially because
he has nowhere else to go. But mainly so you'll have a pair of
targets and not take all your anger out on me.
PEARL: Oh yeah.

"SOMETHING IN RED" BY: Stephen Ratliff
MiSTING BY: Bill Livingston
I'M GONNA TAKE THIS ITTY BITTY WORLD BY: Storm. And I'm just gettin' warm!
THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

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lovely wife, the cast and crew of "Monk", George Perez and the
memory of Jerry Orbach.

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