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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:52 am
*Clarice goes back over to the register to run the card*
er... I'm not going to get eaten or otherwise mauled for running Bigby's card, right?
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:52 am
Ms Chastity Marks No Mr Pumpkin.... It's too early.. We'll slaughter France later... *Mummbles in her sleep.* *Pokes Chastity* You're talking in you sleep.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:55 am
Nah, I'd get mauled before you would. Go ahead, it's fine. He left it for me to use until he gets back. For a wolf, he has a surprisingly excellent credit score.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:56 am
::makes revisions to the primary oboe melody in the overture::
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:57 am
*looks over to Hartley*
Whatcha working on over there?
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 11:58 am
Well, I'm using the security tape against you, if the Big Bad Wolf shows up to tear me to bits over a 20 dollar charge on his Amex, Snow.
xd
*Clarice hands the card back to Snow*
Hartley, can I help you with anything?
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:00 pm
Five more minutes....
*Shifts away from the bright light that is Jean.*
eek
*Sits up quickly and rubs her arm.* I just dreamed I was laying in the sun. gonk
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:00 pm
I'm doing a little preliminary work on something, in case I find myself facing down a Black Lantern again. They may be dead, but they still have ears, and presumably, brains.
::starts working on the trumpet line::
My main area of expertise is lyrical hypnosis. It's easiest to do if you start with something familiar...and weave the commands into the background.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:02 pm
Yes, let's see Disney make a movie about THAT. I'm sure they'd make the Amex a special, talking Amex and there would be much singing and jubilation as Bigby tore down your door.
Stupid movies.
::Winter snuggles up next to Snow with her hot cocoa while the other two talk animately to each other in whispers behind the far book shelf::
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:03 pm
Good plan, Hartley. TJ told me about what happened yesterday in the Bistro.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:05 pm
Did she tell you that I hate being called Hartley?
I know that the Martian Manhunter...when he was alive, at any rate....enjoyed classical music. So my first mode of attack is going to take advantage of his familiarity with a classic. I'm writing in a countermelody that, basically, makes left into right and up into down. THAT should confuse him enough to start using my tuning forks.
I *could* just hit him with a full-on melody, but the problem is that it would affect everyone in the room.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:07 pm
Sorry! I was just trying to be cordial, Piper.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:08 pm
It's okay, sweetie.
::pats her on the head::
You know, I've always wondered....since there are real-life Fables going in and out of the Nexus...do any of you know the original Pied Piper?
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:09 pm
*Rubs her eyes.* Could try some oreo cookies and a nice bone fire, Piper.
*Glances towards the area of the whispering kids. Her ears perking up.*
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:10 pm
I swear, if I see one more Snow White commercial....
you'll buy the DVD for us?
::Snow glares and Winter hides her face with Snow's coat::
I don't think I've met him, Piper
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