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 Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 5:50 pm
Eulalia Danae "I suggest you bring pitchforks." ((And torches?)) Staring at the spot where Ora had been just a moment ago, Cathy asked, "So where's this dome?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 6:35 pm
Laurel stood up, "I'll take you there. C'mon." She left the club.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 8:21 pm
RJ followed after the group, a small smile on her face. If she could get rid of the supers and the union in one fell swoop....well then, might as well take the oppurtunity when it's handed out on a platter.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 8:32 pm
A.C. slumped at the bar and nursed a full Vesper.
((A Vesper is James Bond's drink: A dry martini in a deep champagne goblet, with three parts Gordons, one part vodka, a half part of Kina Lillet, shaken very well until ice cold, then given a thin slice of lemon peel.))
It was the only drink mix she knew of, besides things like Bloody Marys and Sex-On-The-Beach, or Zombies. And it seemed appropriate. What do you call it, when you witness enemy activity and aren't caught? Spying.
Aryn Chris, spy. Yeah, right. Somebody somewhere was playing a huge practical joke on her. I mean, didn't she just hear more people talking about this? Like, a second ago? Pitchforks at the dome... as if such things still existed. Just a metaphor, A.C. knew, but an old one. Was this a witch hunt, now, instead of a revolution? Or were they the same thing, where the Enemy was involved? She just didn't know anymore.
Whoever was playing this joke, they sure had a twisted sense of humor.
She thought about that for a minute.
Huh. This twisted, it must be God.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:23 pm
((I barely know what vodka is, and that's only because I took three years of Russian mrgreen And the God comment had me rolling on the floor, quite clever. ))
Snapps continued to watch the bar, while everyone else had run off to revolution themselves. He wiped the tables, not really noticing AC, because of the glamour.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:41 pm
((Aaaahh, an appreciative audience! cool How rare and delightful. I am so staying in this guild for the forseeable future.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:47 pm
ArynChris ((Aaaahh, an appreciative audience! cool How rare and delightful. I am so staying in this guild for the forseeable future.)) ((Yay!))
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:47 pm
Laurel Talbot Laurel stood up, "I'll take you there. C'mon." She left the club. Cathy followed Laurel out of the club.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 2:57 pm
ArynChris A.C. slumped at the bar and nursed a full Vesper.
((A Vesper is James Bond's drink: A dry martini in a deep champagne goblet, with three parts Gordons, one part vodka, a half part of Kina Lillet, shaken very well until ice cold, then given a thin slice of lemon peel.))
It was the only drink mix she knew of, besides things like Bloody Marys and Sex-On-The-Beach, or Zombies. And it seemed appropriate. What do you call it, when you witness enemy activity and aren't caught? Spying.
Aryn Chris, spy. Yeah, right. Somebody somewhere was playing a huge practical joke on her. I mean, didn't she just hear more people talking about this? Like, a second ago? Pitchforks at the dome... as if such things still existed. Just a metaphor, A.C. knew, but an old one. Was this a witch hunt, now, instead of a revolution? Or were they the same thing, where the Enemy was involved? She just didn't know anymore.
Whoever was playing this joke, they sure had a twisted sense of humor.
She thought about that for a minute.
Huh. This twisted, it must be God. Anc stepped in, shaking off dust and grit off the shoulders of his coat, the chainmail covered in what looked like blood. He sat down next to A.C Then his voice whispered through her mind. He then turned to Snapps.
"The usual, mate. Put the gal's on me tab, too."
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 4:15 pm
Blitz entered the club and cut the music. "Last call for the super revolt! Anyone who dislikes the six, or likes to fight head over to the dome!" he snapped his fingers and the music came back on. "Thank you, that is all."
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Rugged Sauce Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:56 pm
Artemis heard Blitz's call, and looked up. Before he could run off, she jogged over to him. "Scott!" She called out. "Where is everyone?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:05 pm
"Over at the big dome thing." he pointed off in a random direction. "We're gonna raid it. Wanna come?"
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Rugged Sauce Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:15 pm
Artemis nodded. "I guess so. You guys will probably need someone with the healing arts. When do we leave?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:34 pm
Burning Disaster Blitz entered the club and cut the music. "Last call for the super revolt! Anyone who dislikes the six, or likes to fight head over to the dome!" he snapped his fingers and the music came back on. "Thank you, that is all." Anc stood up. "OY! SPARKY! I got sum armor sittin' in the lot! Load 'em up in da back of the big assed green truck, and we'll be on our way sure as s**t!
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