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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 6:33 pm
*Maggie takes another good look at the picture, then closes her eyes, her brow furrowing in deep concentration. It takes her a few minutes, but then she lifts her hands and holds them out in front of her.*
*A moment later, a walkie-talkie begins to flicker in and out of existance in her right hand. Maggie closes her fingers around it as it solidifies, then concentrates on bringing in the second one. She opens her eyes to look at them once she's done, very pale again, but smiles when she sees them both there, and offers them out to Bard*
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 6:48 pm
*Bard takes the one in her left hand. He examines it, turns it on to ensure it has power* I'll just need this one.
*He turns the power dial on the one in Maggie's hands. Rising out of his seat, he kisses her on the cheek*
You look exhausted... have a little rest. I'll be back in the moment.
*He wanders off to the far end of the Library*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 6:55 pm
Alright . .. *Wondering what he's up to, Maggie nods, and watches him as he walks away. She raises her fingertips to her cheek where he kissed her and smiles softly to herself, then looks down to examine the device in her hand. She turns it this way and that, breathing in and out slowly to get her bearings again, her color gradually starting to return*
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:01 pm
*The Walky-Talky in Maggie's hand crackles to life* "Tudor Rose come in. This is Paperback Writer, do you copy? Over." *after a moment he adds *Push the button on the side and talk into it. Then release to listen. Over."
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:05 pm
*Maggie jumps a little at the noise, nearly dropping the walky-talky, then stares at it. She looks around, then presses the button as instructed and speaks into it cautiously* . . . Bard? Can ye . . hear me, too?
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:09 pm
"I read you Tudor Rose. You have to say "Over." when you're done speaking. And my code name is Paperback Writer. Spies could be listening in. Over."
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:24 pm
*Maggie laughs, shaking her head, and presses the button to speak again* Aye, alright then, Paperback Writer. Over.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:26 pm
"Tudor Rose, have I told you how beautiful you are? Over"
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:37 pm
*Maggie flushes, staring at the walky-talky for a moment. She presses the button* Ye . . . I . .. that is . . *she releases the button, at a bit of a loss, then presses it to try again.* 'Tis very kind of ye te say . . . *she releases the button, then laughs a little at herself, and presses it again to add belatedly* Ehm . . . Over.
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 7:50 pm
"Not only beautiful Tudor Rose, but mesmerising. A fairer flower does not grow in my time. Over."
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:04 pm
*Her blush deepens, and she pushes a loose piece of hair back from her face self-consciously. She hasn't the first idea how to respond to compliments like this.*
*She presses the button again* I . . I'm . .. do ye really . . ? *she cuts herself off, then says, quietly* Thank ye . . . Over. *she rises to her feet and starts moving in the direction he walked off in*
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:13 pm
"There's an English poet, Tobias Hume... he's a little after your time, I think... just a little... he wrote:
Fain would I change that note
to wich fond love hath charmd me,
long, long to sing by roate,
fancying that that harmde me
yet when this thought doth come
Love is the perfect summe of all delight
I have no other choice
either for pen or voyce,
to sing or write:
O Love they wrong thee much,
That say thy sweete is bitter.
When thy ripe fruit is such,
As nothing can be sweeter,
Faire house of ioy and blisse,
Where truest pleasure is,
I doe adore thee:
I know thee what thou art,
I serve thee with my heart,
And fall before thee.
I love you, Maggie."
*He steps out from behind a bookshelf, a few paces behind her.*
Over.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:28 pm
*Maggie clutches the walky-talky in both hands as he recites the poem to her, overcome. She turns slowly as she hears him behind her, her eyes shining. For a moment she can only look at him, completely flooded by the strength of her feelings for him, her love written all over her face*
Oh, Bard . . *she breathes, finding her voice again* I love ye, too. I love ye so much . . .
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:32 pm
*Bard walks up to Maggie slowly. He reaches out and caresses her cheek*
I think our cover's blown, Tudor Rose... what will we do now?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 8:44 pm
*She closes her eyes briefly at his touch, then opens them, raising her free hand to rest it against his. A smile spreads slowly across her face*
I suppose, given the circumstances . . . there'sna much te be done but surrender, and hope for the best . . .
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