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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 11:39 pm
*The driver's side door is still open, so Melliandra rises from her seat in the car, crossing over to stand next to Bard, not missing a beat* Oh, yes, indeed. Magicians. *she turns her gaze toward Nolan, her smile widening, recognizing an easy target*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 11:47 pm
*Bard turns back to Nolan, the woman, and her kids* I'm the Great Bardini, and this is my lovely assistant Melliandra.... We're doing a local show in Evanston next weekend as a fundraiser for Children's Crusade against Hunger. We've been doing these promotional illusions throughout the area as publicity for the show.
*the woman stares at them, slack-jawed. Nolan looks skeptical*
We didn't mean to startle you with our little reappearing car trick, did we Mel?
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 11:51 pm
Oh my, no, of course not! *she chimes in, charmingly* I do so hope you'll all come to the performance.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 12:50 am
*The woman still slightly shaken says* "I-- Well.. it was just so sudden.. I'm sorry, I was just so surprised.... it was a good trick, wasn't it kids?"
*the boy grins* "Awesome!" *the girl just nods enthusiastically*
"We'll try to catch your show." *The woman smiles* "Come on, kids... Jason.. don't stare!" *She starts to lead them off to their car. The boy begins recounting the appearance of the car in a loud voice*
*Nolan seems a little mollified*
Sorry for the trouble. *Bard gives him an apologetic look*
"Yes... well..." *Nolan frowns, he pulls a white handkerchief from his pocket and mops the sweat from his brow* "You should have notified management and gotten permission to use our parking lot. We have rules against this kind of thing, ... but... well... since it's for charity.... I'll let it slide."
*He looks at the car incredulously*
"How did you do it anyway? I didn't even see you guys set up?"
*Bard pats him on the shoulder, smiling* Trade secret, I'm afraid. I'd be in trouble if I told.
*Nolan shrugs and nods, grudgingly.* "Well, I've got a store to run... " *He leans in toward Bard a little* "Just between you and me? 'The Great Bardini' is the dumbest stage name I ever heard. Hers is much better." *he jabs his thumb in the direction of Melliandra*
*Bard tries not to smirk* I'll keep that in mind.
*With that, Nolan tucks his handkerchief back in his pocket and heads back into the air conditioned store*
*Bard lets out a long breath, then turns toward Melliandra looking sheepish*
Ermm... Welcome to the twentieth century?
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:07 am
*Mel begins to murmer something at Nolan's retreating back, but when Bard addresses her she turns her attention back to him and chuckles* Why, Bard . . . *she makes a tsking sound* I do believe you've abducted me.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:37 am
*Bard laughs* I seem to have a bad habit of bringing medieval ladies to my time.
*the thought sobers him a bit* I'd better take you back now. It'll be dangerous for you if you stay.
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 10:48 am
*Melliandra lifts an eyebrow, skeptical* Oh will it now?
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:07 am
*Bard blanches a little bit, looking guilty* I brought Maggie to this time. I thought, well-- maybe she'd like it here. She got very sick... She almost.... I...
*his cell phone starts to ring*
People from your time aren't physiologically equipped to deal with diseases from my time. I don't want to see you hurt, and-- hang on... let me get this..
*he produces his phone*
Hello.. hi, Mo... yeah, sorry I'm not at home... what? ... hang on...
*he turns away from Melliandra and the street, trying to block out the noise of traffic* Yes, I know... I was, actually, but... I had one of those episodes.... Right... And now I've got a bit of ... car trouble... uh huh... among other things.....
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:16 am
*Melli gives the cell phone a cursory glance, making a mental note to get a closer look at it at some later point. For now, however, she's not at all inclined to let Bard take her back when there's an entire, fascinating new world to be explored.*
*The moment Bard's back is turned, she strolls off and out of the parking lot*
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:26 am
.... Mo, I have to get going.... yes, I will.... yes... I'll call when I get home.... okay... talk to you then.... Bye.
*he hangs up, turning around*
Sorry, that was my agent... I... Mell?
*a quick glance around the parking lot confirms she's not there... Bard shouts* MELLIANDRA!
*a knot forms in his stomach* Oh, God... she didn't... that idiot!
*he sprints out of the parking lot, looking for her*
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 11:37 am
*Mell hears Bard shouting her name from some distance behind her and chuckles, not slowing at all. She is, however, drawing quite a few stares from curious onlookers, what with her elaborate get-up* Hmmmmmmmmmm. *she studies the attire of the various people around her for a moment, then ducks around a corner*
*Once there, she runs her hands from the top of her head downward, her appearance shifting as she goes. Within seconds, she goes from a willowy blonde in fifteenth century formal wear to an athletic brunette in a red tank top, jean shorts and sneakers* Ooohhh, now this is a vast improvement. *she continues back the way she came, standing on the sidewalk in plain sight and rubbing her chin as she looks around*
Now, where to begin . . .
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 4:23 pm
*Bard sprints down the sidewalk, his mind racing... she couldn't have gone far. He wasn't on the phone that long. He expects to turn a corner and see her just ahead of him, but at the next intersection, she's still nowhere to be found*
*he briefly wonders if he should get someone else involved: police, fire department, SCAdians.... what would he tell them? There's a 15th century lady in a rather courtly gown on the loose? Who would believe him? Well... the SCAdian's would....*
*He could organize a party of Brinksters... Tavin... Luke... Cora... Tac... Janani... maybe not Cora or Janani, they didn't seem too keen on Melliandra... they should have no trouble being in his time... Even if he did, would they be much help? How many of them even knew Melliandra?*
*He reaches another intersection. Where to go? He presses on straight*
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:05 pm
*Melliandra watches in some amusement as Bard dashes right past her. After a moment's deliberation, she decides to tail him at a distance, at least for a while. Really, with so many things to see, one direction is as good as any other*
*She watches the cars zooming to and fro* How intriguing . . . *then pauses next to a line of parked vehicles. Are they broken, as well? Melli starts trying doors, but none are cooperating. Vaguely annoyed, she takes a few steps back, and makes a little twisting motion with her hand toward each car. The hoods, trunks, and doors all pop open in unison. Multiple car alarms start sounding and Mell quickly plugs her ears* Ugh, dreadful!
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:20 pm
*Bard whirls around at the noise of the car alarms going off* What the...
*Thinking it might be Melliandra, he doubles back*
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:28 pm
*Obnoxious noise or no, Mell's ready to go ahead and start checking the interiors anyway when she see's Bard coming back toward her. She decides to let him deal with the alarms . . . after all, why bother with potentially broken vehicles when there are plenty of obviously working ones about?*
*She continues along to the intersection, leaving the parked cars as they are, and starts watching the traffic patterns with narrowed eyes. She then lifts her gaze to the lights, noting how the flashing colors seem to control the cars. Lifting a hand, she taps her fingertips against the base of the traffic light.*
*The lights start flashing erratically, at first sticking to red, yellow, and green. Melliandra continues tapping her fingers, and then purple, blue, and orange are thrown into the mix as well*
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