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 Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 12:37 am
Then ...that's all I really wanted. *Bard smiles* Linda ... and 15 stitches.... I'd do it all again. *he laughs* In fact I'd...
*he pauses, glancing upward. Taped to the threshold above their heads is a sprig of plastic mistletoe. *
.... Miss Dowling... we have a most... curious custom... involving mistletoe... I don't suppose you have a similar tradition in your time...?
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 1:00 am
*Maggie looks up to see the mistletoe, and suddenly her face is bright red* I . . . that is . . . there is . . . a tradition . . . *she stammers, and then trails off as she looks at him again, her eyes questioning, uncertain but half hopeful in spite of herself*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 1:13 am
In your time as well? *Bard draws closer to Maggie, his heart hammering. *
Well... err... it would be unseemly to ignore such a long-established tradition... wouldn't you say?
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 1:19 am
*She tilts her head up toward him, her voice barely coming out above a whisper* I . . . I daresay it would be . . .
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 1:30 am
*Bard bends low, their lips brush tenderly for the briefest of moments, he begins to pull away...*
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 1:50 am
*. . . but as he does she unclasps her hands from in front of her, tentatively lifting one to reach for him. She rests it gently against the side of his face to stop him from drawing back, and rises up on her toes so that their lips meet again*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2005 2:06 am
* Bard starts, then returns the kiss ardently. His cane falls to the floor with a clatter as he puts his arms around her, lifting her off the ground.*
*Although neither notices, they fade back into the Brink*
**Exit Bard, Maggie to Brink Main Room**
**End of 'All I Want for Christmas**
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 12:39 am
**Begin "Open 24 Hours"**
((5:37 am December 18th, 1998, the Walgreens Pharmacy at 4101 Dempster St. in Skokie, IL))
*Enter Bard*
*The sound of a 1966 Jaguar E-Type traveling at extremely unsafe speeds can be heard in the pre-dawn murk. Bard pulls into the Walgreens parking lot, stops the car off and leaps out. He's limping noticeably but he hurries as quickly as he can*
*Inside, he grabs a shopping basket and heads back to the pharmacy area.*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:04 pm
*Tavin meanders about the store, looking for some nourishment. His hair is a tangled mess, and he hasn't bathed in days, but thats the life of a drifter. That nice guy had given him twenty dollars for fixing his fence, though, and Tavin was determined to get some decent food. If he could find where they kept it. Why couldn't humans simply have a "Side of Meat" section? Tavin wandered through frozen foods, towards the Pharmacy section*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:16 pm
*Bard wanders past first aid supplies and ointments, at last reaching the aisle with over-the-counter cold and flu remedies. He peers in horror at the two dozen different sorts of analgesics. The last time he'd had so much as a cold was back in the 80's when one's choices were Aspirin and Tylenol.*
Why do they have to make everything so damned complicated?
*with a shrug he topples the whole mess into the his basket, tosses in three or four kinds of cough syrup, throat lozenges, Vap-o-Rub, an electric thermometer, anti-histamines, and whatever else looks vaguely important*
Well, we'll be prepared if anyone else gets so much as a cold *he sighs ruefully*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:19 pm
*Tavin looked over, astonished. The guy was clearing off shelves in a panic. Tavin walked over*
Jesus, buddy. Someone dying? I certainly hope you ain't planning on getting all that for personal use. Because if you are, there are much better ways to go....
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:29 pm
*Bard turns at the sound of Tavin's voice. Seeing him, he drops the basket*
Tavin?? What in Heaven's name are you doing here?!??
And... what's... happened to you? *he looks him over with concern, his eyes widening*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:33 pm
*Tavin scratches his head and frowns. He certainly didn't know this guy*
Uhm... Sorry, buddy. I don't think I know you... Unless we've met somewhere... perhaps in one of the towns I've been through? Did I work for you at some point?
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:52 pm
You don't know me, but ... *the reality of the situation slowly begins to dawn on Bard*
No... no... you probably don't remember me. You're right. But I do remember you... *he places a hand on Tavin's shoulder* You did some odd jobs for me a while back. But... you know, you left so quickly, I never had a chance to pay you for the work.
*Bard reaches into his pocket, draws out his wallet and produces a large wad of cash. Without counting it, he tucks it in Tavin's coat pocket*
It doesn't cover what I owe you, but it's the best I can do for now. I hope that's fair.
*he scoops up his basket*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 8:56 pm
*Tavin looks at Bard with a quizzical look on his face, but doesn't move to stop him, instead just standing there, dumbfounded*
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