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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:25 pm
That sounds REALLY uncomfortable . . . .
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:28 pm
Kara and I are building-
I mean, I am rebuilding my machine that caused the switch. It was destroyed in the accident due to Powell's amulet.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:27 pm
*Heads towards the Bistro and pauses in the parking lot.* Hmmm..
There seriously should be a park around here... somewhere.. *Looks around.* Everywhere has a pack...
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:44 pm
*Abigail sees a shady looking delivery van parked at the dark end of the lot.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:45 pm
*Arches a brow at the van.* Huh?
*Goes to check it out.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:50 pm
A giant stencil of a rat wearing star shaped sunglasses is painted on the side of the van, partially covered by sloppy red spray paint:
TONIGHT THE STREETS ARE OURS
Rustling can be heard from within.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:56 pm
*tries to peek into the van without being noticed.*
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:59 pm
The van abruptly pulls forward and one of the rear doors flaps open, spilling a bucket of green paint at Abigail's feet. The van pulls a wild, sharp skid around the lot and screeches to a halt in front of the Bistro.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:00 pm
*Jumps back as the paint flies out of the back of the van.* Aww man!!! I liked these shoes!!
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:07 pm
A procession of mice scurry out of the van and begin setting up stencils along the front wall of the Bistro to the left of the door. A second group scurry out with spray paint cans strapped to their backs and they align themselves with the stencils. The first team depress the nozzles on the cans, filling in the stencils. The first team then dismantle the stencils and scurry back into the truck, closely followed by the second team. The van jerks away, roaring off into the night revealing the following:
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:10 pm
*Walks away from the paint and lifts each foot one at a time as she looks down at them. Making squishing noises with each step.*
*Sits down and starts trying to clean off her shoes with magic. Looks up as the van moves away.*
eek
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 11:15 pm
*After getting most of the paint off of her shoes Abby walks over the the building to have a look.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:29 am
::walks up to the Bistro::
::Facepalms so hard::
She's learning from the WRONG part of my legacy! gonk
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 8:02 am
*Sleepily walks up to the bistro. Rubbing the back of her head lightly.*
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