quote:Originally posted by Harbinger: Hiya Mr Quank Sir,
(You already know I want something doncha Chuck? Was the 'Sir' going too far?) Can you fix it for me that I never forget my umbrella on days when I spend half an hour doing my hair in the morning then it rains heavily in the afternoon.
Please.
*ahem*
Ummm... Belinda, darling, you know I adore you, but you gotta know that while I can fix that for you if I do you won't like it.
And I'll wind up with a whole new set of bruises...
-------------------- Just an Old, Broke-Down, Drunk, Bum!!
With a Power Ring...
From: Westerly Rhode Island | Registered: Aug 2003
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Abin Isn't using this place, and with a little fixing up it will make a passable office.
Truth and Justice shall Prevail! (Now where am I going to find a recepionist?)
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From: The Back Office in Abin's Fixit Shop. | Registered: Sep 2003
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The place looks great Ranger. I might have enough steady business for you to keep your pockets full--just a few "things" I'm working on.
Dig up everything you can on the Governer of Ventura for me. He's been on LW in recent months. (No way I can spell his name).
This is a good fit for you old friend. Know that if you need the Midnight Lounge for any "meetings", just give me the word.
Also, I know Bonita, Matlock's old receptionist, is looking for a job. You might remember, she's very flexible.
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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<Sam walks into the old Fixit Shop area, which has over the years turned into a storehouse for unusual items, kind of a mini-warehouse 13. His eyes are drawn to a dust covered dagger in a highly ornate sheath.>
Brit, you in here, Babe?
<He reaches out towards the dagger but inexplicably his hand just stops a few inches away from it.>
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From: Medicus Two | Registered: Dec 2003
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<Brit walks up behind sam as he repeatedly tries and fails to pick up the ornate dagger.>
Ohmygod, Sam! That must be one of the items Gram Warded. Some of the stuff in this room is like dangerous. So Gram put spells on the most dangerous items to prevent people from unknowingly releaseing the evil magic or some junk like that.
-------------------- Hi! How are you? <click-click> BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
From: Here? | Registered: Oct 2003
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<Slides her arms around Sam's neck and pulls his head down for a quick kiss>
Yeah, I could use a quiet night with you guys... Let's Go!
<Sam turns to leave and Brit's arms slide down his until she slips her left hand into his right. Hers eyes are drawn back to Wyrmsbayne. She reaches out with her right hand and her fingers brush the Blood Emerald set in the dagger's handle. Before she can react Sam is gently pulling her toward the door...>
-------------------- Hi! How are you? <click-click> BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!
From: Here? | Registered: Oct 2003
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<Suddenly an old-fashioned type writer begins typing without rhyme or reason>
R -
Too dangerous. Proceed to Space Station to review evidence without me. When have what you need, meet at destination. You will know where shortly. Events coming to head. More serious than we thought.
- C
From: If you don't want my peaches, honey... | Registered: Sep 2003
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