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Post by Simona Weil on May 27, 2004 18:27:06 GMT -5
"No, we need to stay based in Capital City or those capitalists will have it over run by the time we get back. We should just send one or two people to Helsinki for recruiting."
I look over at Mikko.
"What about you Mikko, you are Finnish. You could do well on this mission. Do you mind working with Bassarov for a while?"
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on May 27, 2004 18:31:45 GMT -5
I wonder what's going on with Dinari, until I notice that he has an alien boring into his skull, probably to find out what he knows. He probably won't find much, so I don't worry, and offer him a drink.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 27, 2004 18:34:05 GMT -5
My heart skips a beat when she mentions the name Bassarov.
"I uh, yeah, sure..."
I'm confused... Maybe I know this person... I guess I'll find out.
"It's probably best for me to get acquanted with the other groups opposing Red Infinity... We should leave right away then."
I look towards Sasha.
"Is Wyrm coming too?"
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Post by TheWyrm on May 27, 2004 18:36:43 GMT -5
I'm violently awoken to my mp3's, and throw off my headphones.
"Jesus, Sasha! You not a very nice person..."
I hate my sleep being interrupted...
"What the hell is going on..."
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 27, 2004 18:37:02 GMT -5
I take another drink and notice that I am now 10 feet tall but this is okay since I am invisible. good, now I can kiss that model and no one will see me!!
I walk up to the model and bend down to kiss her, since I am now so very tall.
"Ha, ha, guess whooooo!"
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on May 27, 2004 18:37:58 GMT -5
I look towards Mikko.
"No, two is probably all we'll need. Wyrm should stay here and work on the website. Plus, it'd be easier to order just two tickets instead of 5. Isn't that right, Wyrm?"
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Post by Simona Weil on May 27, 2004 18:39:16 GMT -5
"Good, and what should we do about Antero? I suppose you and I can deal with that, Sasha."
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Post by TheWyrm on May 27, 2004 18:40:01 GMT -5
"Uh... Okay..."
I have no idea what's going on, but just agree anyways. I soon realize that Sasha wants me to get tickets for him and Mikko to go to Helsinki.
I order the tickets, and go back to sleep, this time my headphones are around my neck.
"Just show up at the airport, your reservations are booked... First class by the way..."
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on May 27, 2004 18:43:00 GMT -5
Dinari bends down, and kisses my belly button. The alien looks up at me and laughs. I shake his hand, and realize that it's not an alien at all, but a migrant child who probably works in one of our factories. His name is Hugo, and he doesn't speak any English.
"No worries tonight, Hugo! Drinks are on me, you don't have to be back to work until tommorow morning!"
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 27, 2004 18:45:47 GMT -5
I am suddenly transformed into a migrant worker, since the model was a witch and now I am cursed.
"Hola, Senor Carnegie!"
In order to break the curse i have to kill the witch. I grab a machete that is laying on my sofa and jab her in the heart.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on May 27, 2004 18:46:09 GMT -5
"Yes, we shall deal with that when I return from Helsinki, Simona. I don't think anybody else wants to pick up the Antero issue."
I try not to think of how Antero will react to seeing me, and signal for Mikko to come along to the airport.
"We'll be back, hopefully with more anarchists."
I smile at the rest, and Mikko and I head out the door.
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Post by Simona Weil on May 27, 2004 18:48:07 GMT -5
"Be careful!"
I put my hands on Sasha's shoulders and kiss him goodbye.
I am glad that we are organizing again.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on May 27, 2004 18:48:24 GMT -5
Sasha and I head out the door.
"So, what do you know about this Bassarov..? The name is very familiar."
I begin to worry about the tactic of stealing members from another organization.
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Post by Alexander Carnegie on May 27, 2004 18:52:41 GMT -5
Hugo runs to the couch, and grabs a granola bar left there by one of the servants. He stabs me in the chest, and it gets granola all over my shirt.
"No Hugo, my mouth is here..."
I point to my mouth.
"But thank you for wanting to share."
I begin to feel bad about exploiting these poor children. He's pretty tall for a six year old.
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Post by Dinari Dollar on May 27, 2004 18:54:57 GMT -5
The machete does nothing to the witch, she is a powerful witch indeed. What do I do now?
I grab a bucket of water and throw it at her. I saw this once on a movie.
When she melts all over the floor, I know she will come back unless I eat the goop. I get on my hands and knees and start licking her off the floor.
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