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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 6:13 pm
*Melli just shakes her head and sighs* No, I think not. *she turns and starts strolling along the sidewalk again* There's still so much to explore! You wouldn't want to deprive me of all this entertainment, now, would you?
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 6:20 pm
*Bard stares at her stunned* Enter--?
*he rushes forward and grabs her by the arm* Look, you may think this is all fun and games, but--
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 8:33 pm
Ah ah ah! *Mell chides, and darts her opposite hand out lightning-fast to grasp his wrist. In the same motion she twists toward him, using his momentum against him to fling him stumbling forward a few feet past her*
So rough! *She exclaims in mock dismay* Really! Now hold still. *she orders, seemingly addressing his feet as she points to bind them neatly to the sidewalk. That done, she smirks back up at him* I do hope your little peasant girl doesn't let you manhandle her like that. Most ungentlemanly!
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 7:29 am
*Bard tries to take another step toward Melliandra, but of course, his feet are rooted in place. He sways, very nearly toppling, but he manages to keep his balance*
Melliandra... please listen to me.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 7:38 am
*Melli just waves a hand at him dismissively* Bard, darling, unless you're ready to stop all this nonsense about taking me back and give me the grand tour, I'm afraid I'm simply not interested!
*she continues on her way, careful to keep out of arm's reach as she passes him*
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 7:43 am
*Bard huffs for a moment, then starts untying his shoelaces. He slips out of his shoes and leaves them welded to the sidewalk. He suspects he'll never see them again*
*mutter* I liked those shoes.
*he hurries off after Melliandra*
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 7:52 am
*Further up the block, Melliandra has found a bicycle locked up to a signpost* Hmmm, and what have we here?
*She crouches beside it to get a better look at the pedals and spokes and wheels and chain. Tapping the padlock to open it, she takes a step back and motions toward the bike so that it starts rolling forward on its own, walking alongside it to observe how it works in motion*
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 8:22 am
*Bard sees Melliandra take the bicycle, he's about to run to catch up with her when he pauses*
What am I doing?
*he grew up watching Bewitched and I Dream of Genie and when magic starts flying, he knows what happens to guys like Larry Hagman and d**k York*
There is no way in Hell I'm going to let her get me arrested for stealing a bike... Or put in straightjacket.
*he frowns, but is that fair to her? What if she gets sick? What if... he rubs the bridge of his nose, feeling a stress headache coming on. He takes a deep breath*
She ignored me. I told her to listen. It's not on my head. It's not on my head.
*He doesn't quite believe that, of course, but it calms him a little. He's got to do this carefully. He looks across the street and up ahead he sees a sign for Birkenstock boutique. He takes a deep breath.*
Shoes... coffee... aspirin... then.. *he sighs* we'll follow the police sirens.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:08 am
*Bicycle rolling along next to her like a well-trained pet, Melli turns the corner, ready to continue her exploration of the town. Over the course of the next hour or so, she passes through like a small magical hurricane, leaving evidence of her trouble-making behind her.*
*Entire glass panes have gone missing from storefronts, their displays rearranged, much to the confusion and dismay of the store employees. On the side of the street, a man argues with a police officer who seems to have handcuffed himself to the steering wheel of his squad car. A pair of pre-teen boys run by, chasing after two skateboards that seem determined to roll away from them*
*Further along, though, things seem to settle down slightly. There is still evidence of some magical interference - a slowly spinning tabletop umbrella at an outdoor cafe, a puzzled young woman trying to adjust the dials on her radio as it shifts wildly through the channels of its own accord - but overall the chaos seems to be winding down.*
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:39 am
*Bard wanders through the confusion in his comfortable new Birkenstock sandals, sipping a tall iced latte. He feels remarkably better for staying out of the confusion*
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 9:50 am
*From a few blocks ahead, Melli comes rolling along toward him, seated sidesaddle on the bike she helped herself to earlier, steering along quite well without making use of either the handlebars or the pedals. Spotting Bard, she waves amiably and pulls up alongside him. The bike obligingly stays upright without use of the kickstand*
Well, look who it is! Having a pleasant afternoon, dear? *she leans forward from her perch on the bicycle seat to casually examine the drink in his hand*
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:08 am
I might ask you the same. *he takes a sip of his drink, keeping his voice light and conversational* Enjoyed causing trouble in my time? Because, children's charity or no, I don't think people will buy the promotional event line.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:39 am
It would have been much simpler if you'd just been willing to show me around yourself, you know. *she informs him with a smile, then motions to the drink again, all charm* What is that? May I try some?
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 11:11 am
*he looks at the cup and looks at her and sighs* I'm not responsible...
*he hands her the cup, mumbling* "Directly these invaders arrived and drank and fed, our microscopic allies attacked them. From that moment they were doomed."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 11:15 am
*she quirks an eyebrow, accepting the cup* Of course you aren't, dear boy. *she takes a small sip to taste at first, licks her lips with a thoughtful expression* Interesting . . . *she takes a longer sip* Strange taste, but it's really rather refreshing, isn't it?
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