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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 11:27 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2015 3:46 pm
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Lin tapped a foreclaw against his chin, deep in thought...
"Y'know, as I recall, Atomica an' I nabbed a spy related doohicky or two when we ran that chopping spree at Beast Buy. Camera, wire tap... somethin' or other. I bet something like that would come in handy for your mission!"
Lin looked at her all serious.
"You don't mind bein' wired or wearin' a camera, do ye?"
Atomica Servo "I need you to invent SKRM skates for her. She's the newest member of the team. Just design, test and fabricate some roller skates for a Mermaid. Before tomorrow night. Easy, right?!"
Lin had to forgo the big, mouth watering bite of haggis he had dangling on his fork and pull himself up onto his chair to stand on and stare past where Atomica was pointing to get a good look at the ghoul whom his 'psuedo sister' and beastie was referring to...
Lin blinked, taking in who he was seeing, then Atomica's request.
He looked at the ghoul, then at Atomica... the ghoul and Atomica once again before he plopped back down into his chair and frowned.
"Have you got yer noggin stuck in dialup again!? How am I supposed to craft skates for not only a ghoul with a fin, but a non corporeal fin at that!?" |
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 6:47 am
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Glen/Rory turned around from the lurch line, tray in hand piled high with his usual fare of mystery meatloaf an hack n cheese, plus a few other odds and ends for dessert. Glen sometimes packed a lurch but when mystery meatloaf was being served as Moandays special, there was no question at all as to what he'd be eating!
He glanced down at the tray, suddenly with a critical eye. The meatloaf DID appear to be a tad overly aggressive today, and he WAS stuck in his cousin's body -- his cousin's shiny, reflective, clawfully shatterable body....
Glen sighed and moved back into the lurch line and after what seemed an eternity, emerged again, this time with a salad... and pudding. Those were safe, right? They were soft... although the salad did have scarrots, and thee pudding could b slipped on should it be spilled....
Hm, best not risk it. Glen turned to join the lurch line for the third time when Rory swooped in and pulled him, tray filled with dangerous pudding and all, over to a table that was blessedly vacant.
It was a bit of a chore managing to sit in the massive amount of padding that he was wearing, but after a brief struggle, Glen finally managed to do so and picked up a fork to start eating his pudding and a spoon for his salad... waitaminute, that wasn't right, was it?
Glen da West "So, I was thinking...." Rory told Glen between giant, ravenous bites of Mystery Meatloaf. "Maybe we don't need to be in SUCH a rush to reverse this curse. I mean, I'm sure we'll be able to find a counter-charm for it after school...or tomorrow..."
Glen stared up at himself Rory with wide eyes and an even wider open mouth, and the pudding he was about to shovel in flopped onto the table, prompting Glen to scoot hastily back! DANGER GIL BLOBINSON! (Ha!)
"Uhhhhh! Errrrrr! Any particular reason you suddenly want to stay me!? I mean, have you THOUGHT this through!? We'd hafta go to each other's home and fool our moms! I mean, each others' moms! Plus there's..."
Glen leaned over to whisper, which was surprisingly easier in his cousin's body for some weird reason...
"I have a study date with Chase after school at Scarbucks! If you know what I mean...?"
Rory and Glen -- or is that Glen and Rory, turn their heads simultaneously to glance back at the lurch line to find Chase still there, picking through the pickings. Feeling he was beeing watched, Chase glanced over his shoulder and winked -- at Glen -- I mean Rory!
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 6:54 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:04 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 7:51 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 9:55 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 2:30 pm
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Ah, lunch time.
The familiar Dashner Hawke stumbled into the lunch room. He hadn't been seen around very often. He was busy getting ready for hexams, and with all of the hexcitement that this time of the year brings, he kind of just got lost... But not anymore!
Up until this day, he had been spending his lunches getting tutored by teachers and others willing to help him, but today he was excited to be able to get to go to lunch. Certainly out of character for him, he did not make his presence known to any monster in the Creepiteria. He was waiting in line as he heard the loud whistle blow.
"Winter ball?" he thought to himself, tapping his claws to his chin as he watched. He had read about it in the Ghostly Gossip but he didn't pay much attention, he was too busy trying to pass all of his classes so he wouldn't fail out of the next Scaremester. He just shrugged and walked through the line, raising an eyebrow at the mystery meatloaf.
Once he got his "food", he began looking for a place to sit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 5:41 pm
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