BWAHAHAHAHA I'VE HAD AN IDEA OF WHY THE PRESIDENT ACTUALLY HIRES REMEMDY AS HIS SECRETARY THAT NO ONE IS GOING TO LIKE!

Remedy eats the apple.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

"What Theo doesn't the apple NEVER look edible?"

Oh yeah. Right. Well then. Thanks, Remedy, for breaking the rules AGAIN.

What I'm confused with right now is the whole UUAUP evil, or is just the president? I thought it was something like this:

Character: President

Location: The place the UUAUP is.

Obstacle: People who want to stop him, pressumably Gavin and Beth

Goal: Control the multi-verse with the universal apple (?)

But is it actually like this:

C: The UUAUP

L: The place the UUAUP is

O: People who find out their plans and wish to stop them

G: World domination? Universe domination? Multi-verse domination? Perhaps actually multiverse PEACE?

I don't know. Just thowing things out there. 

I like that idea! Here's my little (?) piece on how Khathan might join up with the rest:

It was because of a pocket gopher which was not, in fact, dead that the Apple was found at all.

The gopher was not dead because Khathan Everflight, apprentice hunter to Jusonyr Birdcall, had been too low and clumsy on her flying approach yet again, gotten one hind paw tangled in an errant blade of tall grass, and allowed the gopher to escape down its hole.

Jusonyr, who preferred to be called "Jo" for reasons unknown to anyone else, was watching, of course. She was perched on a limb halfway up a nearby fir tree, shaking her steel gray head as she surveyed the scene of the debacle. Khathan was just now flying slowly for the tree, tail between her trailing hind legs. As she lighted down on a lower branch, looking as if she wanted to disappear, Jo fixed Khathan in her piercing black gaze. "Khathan. Everflight. What, pray tell, is the meaning of this? ANOTHER failed catch?! This makes four hunting expeditions ruined in as many days! The pack is losing valuable time and energy on these treks to one meadow or another with you, only to have you waste the whole affair! Four times, Khathan. Four. How, exactly, do you explain this?!" The mentor ended on a roar that set the entire tree to quivering and startled a small bird out of the grass. Khathan, still (just barely) on the branch and massaging her right shoulder, which had been the first part of her to hit the ground, was trying to look as invisible as possible. 

And then the idea hit her. What if she flew, just flew away? She knew from experience that nobody, not even Jo, could catch her in the open sky. She would be branded a coward who shirked her duty by the rest of the pack. But at this point, she didn't care. She wasn't much of a help to anyone nowadays; Jo had made that perfectly clear. So instead of answering the question, Khathan suddenly went rigid, staring hard at a point behind her teacher. "Um...Mentor Birdcall? Don't mean to be rude, but...WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE MOUNTAINS IS THAT?!" Sure enough, Jo whipped around to look, and in that instant, Khathan lifted into flight. She was flapping her wings as hard as she possibly could. She needed to gain speed, altitude, and a head start on her teacher, whose enraged bellows she heard from behind. Forutnately, the slope of a nearby peak afforded her an updraft. Khathan sailed up it, easily pulling away from Jo and into the open sky.

Several minutes later, Khathan needed a break. Sure, her title was Everflight for a reason, but even she couldn't fly that fast for long! She spiraled down to an unfamiliar meadow. It was small but flowery, and full of fallen rocks from a ledge far, far above. It was next to one of these rocks that Khathan found the Apple. Sniffing around for something she might be able to catch and eat, Khathan uncovered from underneath some pebbles a very peculiar stone. She turned it over gingerly with one paw. It was made of the same speckled granite as the surrounding landscape, but polished so highly that Khathan could see a distorted reflection of her own bluish muzzle in its surface. Its shape was peculiar too. It looked like a fruit that the gatherers brought back from their rare trips to the lowlands. What was it called? An apple? Yes, that sounded right. But why would a such a stone apple be here, in this remote alpine meadow, just sitting here under some scree?

Khathan was so puzzled by this mystery that she sat on her haunches in the grass, staring at the apple and thinking as hard as she could. Maybe it was because of this total absorption in the conundrum that she didn't notice the air subtly changing. It was becoming more humid, more still, and in some way heavier. Had Khathan bothered to taste the air, she would have smelt the earthy scent of rain. Had she looked up at the sky, she would have seen the wispy clouds above the ledge turn from white to gray to ominous black. As it so happened, she was just concluding that the apple was simply there and there could be no other explanation when the first drop hit her right in the nose. Then another on her left wing. And another. And another. Within seconds, those first raindrops had turned to a drizzle. A few seconds more, and it was a shower. Then an all-out downpour! Rain was coming down in sheets of water, stinging Khathan's eyes and soaking her instantly. Running on instinct, she bolted for the ledge. It was meager protection in such a violent storm, but at least it might draw off lightning. . . .

And then the air started to hum. Despite being thoroughly drenched, the fur around Khathan's ankles stood on end. she knew enough to wrap her paws around her head and roll, desperately, for the raock face that supported the ledge. The meadow blazed white, and in that infinitesimal moment of false daylight, Khathan saw the apple, silhouetted in stark black against a column of pure energy. A shockwave of sound exploded outward . . . and Khathan, momentarily deafened, could do nothing but gaze at what could only be described as a phenomenon. The column of lightning was still there, except now it glowed electric blue. The apple was floating, almost serenely, in the center of it. It appeared white-hot, charged with all the power of the lightning strike.

And then the apple began to spin, imperceptibly at first, and then faster and faster. The column of blue light rotated too, and Khathan got the distinct feeling that she was losing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. On an impulse, she suddenly uncurled and ran straight for the column. It gave off a whirring, hissing sound. All she had to do was touch it, step into it, let it take her away. . . .

The last thing Khathan felt before the Apple whisked her away and she blacked out was the sensation of her paw brushing impossibly smooth stone, and a jolt shuddering through every particle of her being that she could still sometimes feel for years afterward.

So, in summary, Khathan fails yet again at hunting, runs away from her teacher, finds a Universal Apple, gets caught in a storm, and is transported away from her universe by the Apple after it gets struck by lightning. It's probably up to the other RP members and Joe the Stickfiddler to decide where she ends up. Sorry it's so interminably long!!        

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