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 Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:57 am
DO NOT MAR MY JOURNAL WITH YOUR VOYEURISTIC INTERESTS.
::shakes his head a bit::
Apologies. I have not slept in four days.
Drop a message to Legion World.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:59 am
Saying "magic" won't make you turn into a toad, you know. I thought all that technojargon nomenclature went out in the eighties.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:01 am
Right.. *Pulls out her hand held and stares at it. Trying to figure out how to send a message to the future.*
*Starts typing something out.* I was just checking, Querl. I don't have one of your fancy rings so sending a message into the future seems like it would come up short.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:02 am
"Magic" is a catch-all term for scientific applications that have not been fully realized. In my own time period, there are plenty of applications that would be termed as 'magic' in your own time, including energy manipulation from extradimensional sources.
That said, if the nomenclature makes you more comfortable, yes, this is a "Magic" affair, and because my teammate the White Witch is unvailable, I would like to consult you on this issue.
In privacy.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:04 am
*fleezes in, hair... fins... whatever parted nattily to the side*
Good morning all. Rose. Green Guy Who Is Fond Of Scanning Things. Fishnet Woman. Charmed, I'm sure.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:04 am
Ms Rose Wilson Worth Right.. *Pulls out her hand held and stares at it. Trying to figure out how to send a message to the future.*
*Starts typing something out.* I was just checking, Querl. I don't have one of your fancy rings so sending a message into the future seems like it would come up short.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:05 am
Bloody nass, someone cleaned up the Space Alligator.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:07 am
*Pulls out the data stream she gets Querl's journal from and hooks it up to her hand held. Types away.* Such confidence is refreshing.
*Looks over at Larfleeze, nods and turns back to take a sip of her Red Bull. Pauses and turns back to Larfleeze.* eek
Is there a function I am unaware of?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:08 am
*Opens her mouth, irked.
Pauses.
Closes it.*
Oooh you are so lucky I'm curious. I take it this is where we exit stage left to discuss your secret project?
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:09 am
Somewhat. I would like to go to a more private locale and lay out the issue to you.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:11 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:13 am
::heads out the front door::
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:15 am
*Looks after the two as they leave. Half tempted to follow. Pulls out her MP3 player and lightly plays some tunes. Soft enough to hear Larfleeze if he talks once again.*
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:16 am
*chuckles politely*
A joke! So early in the parlay and at my expense to boot! Well played, sir. Do me a favor, seeing as you're already behind the bar, I'll take a martini, served in a five gallon bucket... shaken, not stirred.
*looks over to Rose*
We have a mystery on our hands, Ms. Wilson, and an intergalactic man of mystery certainly needs to look the part.
*turns to Zatanna, extending his hand*
I don't believe we've met. The name's Fleeze. Lar Fleeze.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:18 am
*Floats out the door after Brainy and scowls at Larfleeze on the way out.*
You're doing it wrong.
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