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 Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:06 pm
*Cross returns the wink and listens to what Bard says about the machine... intrigued a bit, though the lay's company was far more alluring than the scientific knowlege of the workings of this contraption.*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:10 pm
*He points at the dashboard full of guages. The speedometer, that monitors how fast you're going. *points* these tell you how much fuel you have, how hot the engine is running, how many miles you've traveled...
*he rests his hand on the stick shift*
The stick.. it switches the gears, allowing the car to run faster or slower or in reverse....
To get any more technical, I'd have to open the hood, and thanks to the Great Luke-ski, all you'll see if I do is a whole lot of charred bits of metal. *he shrugs apologetically*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:10 pm
Janani gets up from where she's seated, taps Cora on the shoulder, gently, with her right index finger, and bows. She uses that to say goodnight before showing Cora her key. Janani does this for twofold reason. (1) Cora could see her room number. (2) Cora might understand that Janani wants to speak. Smiling, she turns to go to her room.
[exit Janani to her room >_>; ]
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:14 pm
*cross puts a hand to his chin, had he been as simple as he sounded none of this would make sence.. as it is he wanted to make a few sketches to get a better Idea about this.... but foremost he was to distracted by other things to bother.. so he just stands outside the passenger's side and keeps his hand to his chin and his arm crossed underneath.*... its certainly an interesting *he looks dirrectly at Melliandra* Carriage.... very interesting.... quite well made.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:14 pm
:::But whether Cora got the message or not, Janani wouldn't know...even if she had, Cora would not leave that spot until she was convinced everything was safe:::
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:17 pm
*Melliandra's expression reflects that she catches Cross's meaning, and while she's far from averse to a little flirting, she is genuinely interested in the car and how it works, so she keeps returning her attention to Bard for his explanations*
Hmmmm? *she raises her eyebrows at the mention of who she can only assume is another patron* And what, might I ask, is this 'car' doing here, of all places?
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:26 pm
*Cross raises an eyebrow at her dismissal of his commentary and then shrugs.. a woman's priorities were mysterious and not for the easy comprehension of man... he moves away from the car a moment to retreive his drink*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:28 pm
*grins sheepishly* Oh, it's mine. I brought it here accidentally a while ago, and I could never figure out exactly how to get it back to my time. Since I've had... other things... to worry about lately, it hasn't been a big priority, and now... *he frowns* I'm still not sure how to get it back home....
*he rests his hand on the dashboard of the car, more than a little annoyed*
I wish I could just get the damned thing to leave!
*and as he says it, the car and its two occupants do just that*
** Exit Bard, Melliandra, 1967 Jaguar E-Type to Bard's Time, 18 **
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:33 pm
:::Cora hears Bard talking about getting his vehicle back home, and she tries to imagine for a second what kind of power that would require...but her concentration is broken by silence...suddenly three heart beats turned into one.
She waited for just a hair, one second of hesitation. What had just happened? She turned white:::
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:35 pm
*cross retreives his bottle with a smile and turns*...oh bugger me...
*he moves forward to where the car had been.... the coach..! the tall man! THE GIRL? why's the girl gone? *cross says paceing ye can take your fancy carriage, mate but at least leave th'girl!!*cross kicks the space where the car had been*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:41 pm
:::It was Cross, Sir Cross was left... She didn't know if she should run out and inspect what had just happened... but by the sound of Cross' reaction, Bard and Melliandra had simply vanished...as the Brink has a knack for doing. But...both at the same time? So suddenly? That did NOT seem normal.
So long as they hadn't dropped to the floor, dead, there wasn't much Cora could try...and seeing as how there was no 'thud', she saw no reason to react. She was helpless...
She thought on it for a moment, and soon decided it was best to just go back to her room...and dwell on it there. Perhaps they had simply faded out... she hoped:::
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 10:51 pm
*Cross takes another drink, grimaces at a sudden, and quite undesireable end to what had been shapeing up to be a most pleasurable evening.... sighs and heads to the board for his key* ah well *he mutters* better to have feasted my eyyes for a moment than t've never feasted at all *he draws his spyglass and puts his key in the door*
*EXIT CAPTAIN MERCUTIO CROSS*
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 4:50 pm
:::Cora walked to the bar. She'd had a rough night, barely slept a wink. With all the things running through her head, it was hard to relax. She vowed to herself though, that she would get to the bottom of it all. Why hadn't she seen Tacitus? Where was the Captain? Where were the others she had missed? Why wasn't she returned to her time anymore? What was Jordan talking about...? She'd also have to set things straight with Alex, and keep a close watcho on Melliandra among other things:::
:::She picked up a bottle of wine, and looked at it carefully as though she were considering drinking that vintage. But suddenly, she hurled it at the opposite wall with all the force she had. She let out a cry as it flew, seemingly of utter frustration. As it neared it's crash point though, it slowed down and stopped. It began to descend downward as lightly as a feather, and Cora, still concentrating on the time around it, walked to it, and picked it up:::
:::She sighed heavily, and walked back to the bar with it to pour it into a glass:::
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:08 pm
** Enter Van der Mullen **
*Van der Mullen appears motioning at something with his cane* ... and thus, solving for x, we can see the...
*he pauses and scowls, throwing his cane to the floor in frustration*
I give up! Let them lock me up!
*he hobbles to a seat and slumps into it, bitter and resigned*
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:19 pm
:::Cora is disturbed by the sound of someone entering, sounding even more frustrated than she felt, if that were possible. She looked to see who it was:::
Oooh! :::a bit of surprise apparent in her voice, almost pleasant sounding::: Van der Mullen! It has been such a long time!
:::She advanced to chair he sank into, and happened to pick up his cane on the way, handing it to him:::
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