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 Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:50 pm
The smell knocked Gaius back a step as he entered, the sheer pungentness of it overwhelming. This duplex made his own look like a doctor's office - what were a couple old soda cans compaired to... what was that mud-stuff anyways?
One of his ears flicked as a beetle buzzed past, and Gaius couldn't keep his tail from twitching, wanting to flick away the curious bugs. This wasn't a duplex... it was a swamp! And the squawt froggy man leading him in might as well have been some kind of gremlin caretaker. Like a fairy tale, almost.
Doing his best to avoid stepping on anything - he couldn't tell what was valuable and what was debris - Gaius shuffled to one of the sides. "You, uh, you sound familiar... have I met you before?" he asked to the frog-man. He was sure he hadn't seen that man before, he was far too strange to forget, but that voice... He had to wonder.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:55 pm
The party. Blast. His head ducked down as he hopped across the room to squat in front of the various cages, "Wh-what s-sort of... of... insect is t-troubling you? Is it the b-blue b-beatles w-with those f-fiddly antennae? B-be-because th-they really like m-mixture C-11... it.. it w-was amazing wh-what a ba-ba-banana p-peel will do!" He babbled a bit too quickly. He didn't sound nervious at all. Really.
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:21 pm
Gaius didn't notice Newt's skirting the question, too busy trying to dissuade a beetle from climbing up his walking stick.
"Uh? I dunno if they're blue... just looked like your typical beetles. Black I guess?" He shifted uneasily, the man's nervous behavior making him feel ill-at-ease as well.
His eyes scanned over the rest of the room as he wondered how anyone could live in a place like this, and fell on what looked to be a workbench, at least what he could see of the tools and parts lying around. "H-Hey!" he said, grabbing onto the hopefully less awkward topic, "do you do, uh, handiwork and stuff? Like with machines?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:38 pm
"Wuh-what? Oh.. oh y-yes, I.. I t-tinker a bit... and.. and I m-made these traps... I d-don't know, d-do you have something you'd... ah... like fixed?" Holding onto one of the traps, he shifted to pull a rather disgusting looking concoction from where it filled a cup from the cafeteria and poured it into the bottom. It smelled distinctly of oranges and mint, as well as a miriad of various other subtle undertones. "H-here, th-this one is f-fairly g-gen-generic and w-works w-well... I know the ones you're t-talking about..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:48 pm
Gaius looked at the trap with a blatant disgust, his nose scrunching up as he took it. "But I don't want to attract more bugs! Do I have to put this inside?"
He looked over Newt again. That stutter... But he didn't remember seeing anyone so round and... well, like Newt. He definitely didn't look like the type who could withstand any kind of heavy labor, but then, Gaius was needing any kind of help. "Actually, I'm starting up a construction project and was... uh, well, I need help with the building. It's for a theater, you see..." he explained, eyes on the trap he was holding. A beetle was exploring around the top. "Are you good at making gadgets and stuff? We're going to need things like pullees for the curtains and other kind of stuff, and I know I'm not very good at that..." He lifted his gaze from the cage to look curiously at the frog-man, wondering if he would take the implied offer...
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:01 pm
"A... a... a th-theater?" Newt looked suprised, but enthusiastic, "I.. I could do that! Th-that's n-not hard at all!" Already he was trying to figure out how. The wheels from his old janitor's bucket would work well- they were metal and plastic and would hold up over time, he hoped. What else did he have? "J-just... j-just let me know what you n-nn-nuh-need!" He beemed at that, throat inflating in an excited krrrKIT! "Oh, and... and... y-yes, you c-could put it on the r-roof or s-somewhere outside... th-they sh-should be m-more attracted to th-that than anything else, unless you have gar-gar-garbage laying around..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:16 pm
"Oooh, outside will work! Just as long as I don't have to deal with this smell inside my room..." Gaius held the contraption a bit farther away from himself. "But, uh, thanks. Sure looks like it does its job..."
The squawt man's face seemed to light up with the idea, a bizarre sight with that too-wide mouth perking up. Gaius felt almost bad for him. It was like dealing with one of the fat, meek wallflower kids back in school - a little attention cheered them up like Christmas had come early. He broke into a broad grin. "We're going to need something for the curtains, and possibly for moving props or sets across the stage too, and a trap door that'll stay secure... When we start building, I'll leave a note to let you know, okay?"
He held a hand out to the frog to shake, a sense of obligation to be nice overriding any squeamishness reguarding the unhygenic state of the room and its occupant. "If you need to find me, I'm Gaius, over in duplex sixty-two."
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 7:40 am
Newt thought about it for a moment, the excitement (such as it was) never leaving his face as he offered out his own hand timidly to shake, "N-nuh-newton Filinas. And... er... I b-believe you know my duplex n-num-number? I'd... I'd be g-glad to help!" He felt almost honored that someone would ask him for any sort of favor.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 1:16 pm
"Newton?" Gaius repeated, making sure he'd gotten the name through the stutter. His grip was firm around the clammy hand, not thinking about what kind of bugs it may have been touching previously.
“I guess when the trap is full I’ll bring it over here to get emptied? And thanks again, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find someone with this kind of, uh, talent. So! You’ll be a big help, I’m sure.”
Trap secured under one arm, Gaius opened the door and propped it open as he resituated his walking stick. Looking back over his shoulder, he flashed the pudgy guy a smile. “Thanks, Newt! See you around!”
And with that he headed out the door and on his way home. That was two workers now!
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 6:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 6:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:50 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:36 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:58 am
Getting up the Courage
Newt tries to order clothing
It had taken nearly two weeks, but with Miller and Marshall's assurance, Newt had gathered up the courage to move on. It was time to get himself some clothes that fit. As he stared at the intercom that was surrounded by a fast-growing vine he had brought in from the jungle and planted a month or so back to help decorate his "habitat". He liked his duplex. It felt somewhat like an aquarium to a preditorless-pet, and appeased his inner frog with it's wet and it's mud and it's millions of insects drawn to his traps on his work bench. He fidgeted with an anxious ribbit befor finally pressing the appropriate buttons. "What do you need?" came the annoyed, slightly bitchy voice from the other end. At that, Newt deflated, huddling down against the muddy carpet. His voice wavered breathily, "Ah... er... Is... D-doc-doc-doc.. ah... D-dd-doctor L-luh-lockheart ah... ?" "No," said the voice curtly without initial explaination "Er- wuh-what?" "She's unavailable. Dr. Lockheart and Dr. Moreau are attending to Feral Labs business. I can take a message or try to contact one of the other staff." "I... ah... w-well.. er... c-could... c-could you t-tell her... ah... N-newton F-filinas... um.. w-was t-trying to... to con-contact her and ah... krrKIT!" She was out? How could she be out! He couldn't talk to anyone else! What if they had known him? Abort! Abort! He heard a snickering on the other end. "Sure thing Flyboy." Newt wimpered and quickly pressed the appropriate button to cut off the call. So much for that plan.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:59 am
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