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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 2:17 pm
You've Got Mail
All the notes were taken, and replaced with a line of yellow sticky notes across the top of his desk:
First:
You must not have anything better to do either.
Second:
I'd say you're having fun, showing off your other pads.
Third:
Has, have, had...
Fourth:
P.S. Nice mug, too.
Fifth:
P.S.S. I'm not going to drink out of it, obviously.
Sixth:
P.S.S.S. I don't know where that pretty mouth of yours has been.
Seventh:
P.S.S.S.S. But it looks good on my desk, holding your pens.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 2:24 pm
Under AttackOne day, Jack would come back to find a stack of papers he had left on his desk had been re-purposed. All across the desk, was now a large armada of paper boats. So much for trying to keep it discreet. Oops. She also swiped what was left of his red coffee stained T-Rex note pad. She was nice enough to leave one for him, at the helm of the lead paper boat in charge of the armada.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 3:35 pm
Posterboy
He was actually happy the thief wrote back and took the notes back to his room. Now he had samples of handwriting to compare whenever he got stuck with mission reports. Assuming he or she actually bothered with them...
It was just the one note this time, a t-rex chomping on a taped on piece of cut out index card that suspiciously looked like a humanoid-looking head, red ink droplets dotting it:
What, did you run out of ink already b***h?
I actually liked that pen.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 3:59 pm
You've Got Mail
Two bland little index cards were left behind.
First one, first side:
Smug words from someone who can't face me.
Buy your own damn office supplies and
return mine and maybe I'll forget it happened. —>
First one, second side:
Or you could actually ******** meet me face
to face. There's an idea. This s**t piles up in
expenses after a while you b*****d.
Second one, first side:
I've got better s**t to be buying like alcohol.
So why don't you cut the crap before I take
matters into my own hands? —>
Second one, second side:
Or bother me through anon texts since you already
have my name. Save some paper god damn.
There was no such thing as mystery numbers on Deus; contacts were constantly being updated with new arrivals and deaths. Maybe his thief was a newbie idiot, you never knew.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 4:11 pm
Under AttackHe didn't actually have to be at his desk this time; he swung by for the hell of it and wasn't disappointed. More photos were taken. Jack was starting to take way too much amusement out of this cold war, as much as it also inconvenienced his work. The thief had real spunk: a quality his friends had in common, one way or another. Rather than destroy the paper armada, Jack carefully pulled one aside into a space by the t-rex manned boat, added an ankylosaurus on it, stuck a toothpick by one of its legs like a little sword, and wrote on one side of the boat: S.S. F UAnd then he took another photo, pocketed his phone, and walked off whistling.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 3:24 pm
Posterboy
That rather creative note was taken, and in its place, a simple yellow sticky note.
You should have been an artist instead of coming here.
Another sticky note:
P.S. I like that pen too.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 3:28 pm
You've Got Mail
Despite those notes being the longest to date since this started, Claude only left him a single sticky note after that lovely rant he went on:
Is your hair green because you're environment friendly?
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 3:31 pm
Under Attack
Claude stopped by the desk, and was pleasantly surprised to still see her little creations still adorning his desk. Not to mention his own little addition. She let out a small chuckle, and felt, oddly enough, good. This was fun. It also did stop her from stealing s**t, but it shifted from her stealing to her messing with him...which one was the lesser of two evils was up to him, she guessed.
The trainee did nothing more this day, and left after looking.
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2014 3:39 pm
LootWell, it was after Halloween and all. Somewhere along the way, Claude finally did get a day off the island. She put it to good use, with Jack in mind. She dumped a few bags of the chocolate that was shaped to look like coins and wrapped in gold foil on his desk. It was a small pile, but some of the pieces scattered to the ends of the desk. A few landed on his chair, and even fewer did find their way on the floor. It looked like a miniature version of a pirate's gold hoard. Next to it was a mini-black pirate flag, and next to that was a small yellow sticky note. I'll show my face if I can keep the pen.medigel SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY OTL
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 9:21 am
Posterboy
One note: <******** you.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 9:28 am
You've Got Mail
One could almost hear him sighing as the message was read.
My hair is green because I absorb all of my rivals' envy and laugh.
I drink the tears of those I've hurt.
I eat the flesh of those I have conquered.
I sustain myself with the knowledge that I am a nuisance to someone.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 9:36 am
LootAnother day, another photo opportunity. He snickered to himself as he took a few pictures, enjoyed the moment, and then wrote his reply. Is this your version of parley?
I'll buy you a pen only if you give me my other stuff back.Then he bagged everything the thief had left for him and brought it back to his room. The coins would be an excellent addition to his Halloween goodie bags, and the black flag was a small but nice addition.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:08 pm
You've Got Mail
Claude had to let out a soft chuckle.
A poet too.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:13 pm
Loot
I'm both impressed and pleased you said that. Or in this case, is it written?
The trainee then had to take a moment to think, humming softly as she stared down at another blank yellow sticky note. Give him his stuff back in exchange for a nice pen of her own? One that he'd buy none the less? It was a rather generous offer, plus it wasn't like she was really using the other stuff anyways. She'd taken it for fun, because she could, and it had served its purpose of amusement.
The next day, everything she had lifted to date, minus the really nice pen, was stacked neatly on one corner of his desk.
Give or take a few sticky notes from each pad, considering she had been using them during this entire exchange.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 12:18 pm
ParleyThere was something new at Jack's desk. Well, more like someone. Claude was kind enough to not be perched on his desk, and instead appeared comfortably seated in his desk chair. She was reclined slightly, and was also so kind as to not prop her feet on the desk. Instead her long legs were crossed, and on her lap was a book she was currently reading. Reading and waiting.
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