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| Is Chris awesome? |
| YES! DUH DUDE! |
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| Yes. Again..DUH. |
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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 8:34 pm
Chef cackled. "Ah think ah have just the right flavor! What kind of glitter? Ah got gold on hand..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:18 pm
 "Gold would go nicely with pink, agree Chef-man?"
The host finished his cookie and eyed the plate. Hrm..to swipe another or not...
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:53 pm
Chef bobbed his head in agreement, wagging his tail. "Heh heh heh! Ah man, yew'd better put yo;self out in the open so ah can get good shots in."
He finished his cookie, then shamelessly snagged another one. Sure, the plate was meant for Chris... but the host had to watch his waist line in order to fit into that outfit! Chef was doing him a favor by eating the little delicious disks.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 10:19 pm
"I'll go out in the open only if you promise to be around me dude. I don't want to get mobbed again."
God help Chef if the host got mobbed on his watch. Chris really -would- have revenge then.
As Chef snagged another cookie, Chris sat back trying to restrain himself..
And then a few seconds later reached forward for another on anyway.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 4:51 pm
Chef shook his head. "What's the fun in that, man? What'll you do -- walk in circles 'round your trailer givin' orders to interns? Ha!" The large Audio offered the platter of remaining cookies to Chris, standing up when he took them. "Ah need to go prepare lunch for 'em and get the mix ready. Where's the, heh heh, scented water?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 5:37 pm
"Sorry dude, noooot feeling up to being publicly stripped again."
The host shuddered, absently rubbing at where his scar lie under his clothing.
"It's over there."
Chris pointed to a cabinet, the 'scented water' inside. The host himself was a bit busy with the cookies to actually go get the water.
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Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2009 9:47 pm
Oooh, right. Chef glanced at the uniform, thinking. "Well, we could add more ribbons," he began, "That way, they'd have to try and undo knots in order to get to the zippers'n'buttons, heh heh." C'mon, it'd be like unwrapping a present! And if they glued the knots firm... well, okay Chris would be stuck in it 'til he was cut out, but the campers would be stuck too! HA!
Chef stared. "Yew keep it near you man? Huh! Must be sealed up pretty well." He walked over to the cabinet and knelt down, taking the water and tucking it securely about his person. That stuff was dangerous -- if he dropped it... ugh.
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 6:32 am
"...orrr, you could actually get me before they rip my clothes off this time. How's -that- sound Chef-man?"
Because more ribbons just didn't sound appealing. Ughhh...
"Well duh. This is the one place the interns don't dare search dude, if I had left it out in the camp.."
Chris let the statement hang a moment.
"...I think you get the idea man."
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:00 pm
That didn't sound like much fun at all, actually. Chef was happy that he didn't have to personally escort Chris, but picking off campers one by one before they reached Chris? It was fun, but also... well, somewhat boring. Ah well, you take what you can get.
"Yeah," Chef agreed. He wasn't too pleased with Chris having it either -- who knows what the bored host could get into? His glitzy glamorous mashed potatoes didn't need to smell anything other than old boot leather, so...
"Ah'll go to the kitchen an' mix this stuff up. Ah'll catch up to you later, 'kay man?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2009 7:54 pm
"Kay dude..."
Chris sounded distant..mostly because he was getting up and grabbing that ridiculous outfit to go put it on.
"Just don't let em get me man...really."
The host glanced back at him before pinning his ears back and trudging into his bedroom to get ready.
UGH.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 6:33 pm
 Quickly and quietly moving the path to the RV, Annabel had paused at the edge of the clearing, quietly peeking around. For all intensive purposes, there didn't seem to be sign of the host, Chef, or interns. They might've actually picked a good time to do this. Motioning for Ratchet to follow and stand beside her, Annabel turned to her friends, hissing orders as though she were born to do so.
"It's his RV. I think you can get the plumbing if you stay out here. Do what you can around the RV without going inside; that's my job. If it looks bad, don't wait for me. Get out of here. Stay careful, stay quiet, and NO TALKING. We can't afford to ******** up. Not here, anyway. Just... get ready to move, when I do." It was the last warning she'd vocally give Ratchet; hopefully, the girl would be able to hold her own when they'd split ways.
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 6:48 pm
True, there was no sign of any interns, staff, or Chef.
Chris however? There was a tiny glimpse (and perhaps they'd catch a few muttered curses) of the host as he entered their target. The end of his burnt tail would likely be all that they caught before it entered the RV and the door slammed shut behind it. Seems like quietly messing with his RV is out dude.
However.....
If the two campers surveyed the area once more, they'd learn one important thing. The security camera that usually looked over the Production Area was curiously hanging down from it's perch. Apparently it was getting work done to it...which meant no footage was being filmed in this area. If a certain camper thought back to her trip inside the trailer she'd realize that there was only this one camera, and without it....
Hrm....
The area around the camp held boxes and boxes of supplies. Afterall Chris did like to amuse himself by coming up with more ways to torment campers. Tranq darts, paintballs, a box of arts and crafts supplies, and various other random supplies were neatly organized. Though one thing was curiously missing..and that was the guns themselves for the assorted ammo. Darn. Though some stuff in there could still be useful...hrmmmm.
One could even find actual food if they searched the camp enough. Amazing!
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:00 pm
Christ, that'd been close. Giving it a good few minutes after Chris disappeared into the trailer, Annabel had tensed, waiting. From what she could tell, he hadn't locked the door behind him- and unless she wanted to risk popping in through a bathroom window, that door was going to be her only in. Drawing a deep breath, she quietly gave herself a countdown- on one, she quickly bolted for the door, stopping just outside and pressed against the wall. Now or never, then. It was pretty ******** nuts- no need to switch the letters, this was so insane- to try and get into the trailer with Chris in it. But honestly? The girl hadn't shown any sign of sanity yet in this game. No sense in starting now.
Quietly moving forward as if each step could kill her, Annabel stealthily tested the door. C'mon, no noise, don't be locked....!
(( I heart CHRIS MCLEAN, THE SEXY b*****d! ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:03 pm
Right. This was an RV... it was too dark to make out the brand name, but it didn't look terribly different from the various trailers and motor homes she'd looked at before. Ratchet quickly dropped to her belly and scooted under the behemoth. Turning on the maglite and holding it in her teeth, she rolled over to get at the belly of the beast. Let's see... that was the blackwater tank. She wasn't touching that. What she was far more interested in lay on the other side; the bottom of the fresh water tank, located next to hookup hoses. Pushing her way over to the fresh tank and hoses, she shined the light around to examine them. The fresh water tank was large and, much to her delight, was made of thick, tough plastic. She almost wanted to laugh; sure, this was tough plastic, but it was plastic. Nothing a quick few jabs with a pick and chisel butt couldn't take care of. And the tank would drain slowly; it'd be a while before he realized anything was wrong. Satisfied with knowing what to do here, Ratchet grabbed the hookup hoses in one paw, then crawled on her knees, following them to the water hookup itself to examine it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:12 pm
Nope, the door wasn't locked. And thankfully for Belbel Chris' RV was in tip-top shape, so there was no creak or groan as the door swung open.
The immediate entrance of the RV held no sign of Chris. However, a bit further into the RV a few shuffles here and there could be heard as Chris collected a drink and his papers, and sat down on his couch to look over them.
Meanwhile, underneath the trailer Ratchet would find nothing to deter her search.
OH WAIT. I lied!
The ground beneath Chris' trailer had been littered with flypaper, apparently to deter a certain intern who hid under his RV because he looooooved Chris. As she crawled along the mechanic would find various sized pieces of fly paper stuck to her clothing and fur. Ouch!
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