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Post by Brady on Sept 27, 2004 0:02:42 GMT -5
" Wow. "
It's pretty dusty in the basement, so I cough a couple times.
" Huh, I wonder what this stuff is... "
I look at the beakers and different things.
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Post by Melethni on Sept 27, 2004 0:09:57 GMT -5
Purple? Did he just say all purple clothes? "Well, they don't all have to be purple. I wouldn't mind blue, black or white, either." Melethni smiled and unwrapped the towel before pulling on her pants, then throwing on her shirt. "Okay, when do we leave?"
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Post by Eric on Sept 27, 2004 0:11:36 GMT -5
i smile and sit up and look at her. ".... right now". i stand up and walk over to her, i kiss her and smile agian before looking at the door. "... er, we could walk, or i can teleport us, but you'd have to tell me where the store is
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 0:13:04 GMT -5
Feeling my personal space decreasing, I adjust myself in the bar stool. I look to see who just entered, and it's Lady Violet! I pull the earphones out, and slide them into my pocket.
"Ah, my lady! It's a surprise to see you here, can I buy you a drink?"
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 27, 2004 0:17:34 GMT -5
"Yes...that would be...nice. I never drink though. What should I order? Something strong but not too strong." I sigh.
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Post by Usha on Sept 27, 2004 0:20:42 GMT -5
"Wow this is neat. We could make some explosives if we wanted too!!"
I start to play with different chemicals
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Post by Melethni on Sept 27, 2004 0:24:07 GMT -5
"Okay!" Melethni said almost too excitedly, "Uh, I mean....well... I don't know any clothing stores around here... so I guess we'll walk? Well, walking is good exercise, anyway... Unless you know any stores nearby, or we could just teleport to where you know some stores are, and we'll start walking around there, or... something...." Melethni bit her bottom lip and held her hands infront of her, like a little girl anxious to go buy her own presents.
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Post by Brady on Sept 27, 2004 0:29:30 GMT -5
" Ooh. Sounds fun. "
I start to mix a blue and green liquid. It does nothing, so I set it on the table really quickly and it blows up, my thumb and pointer finger are gone.
" Ahh! My finger and thumb. "
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 0:30:15 GMT -5
"Of course!"
I hail the bartender, and order her a White Russian.
"Here, it has kahlua, milk, and vodka."
I sip my drink.
"So what brings you to this neck of the woods? You must be stressed."
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Post by Usha on Sept 27, 2004 0:32:04 GMT -5
I start to drink some of the chemicals
"mmmmm...the pink one tastes like bubble gum!!"
I heal Brady's fingers as I drink chemicals
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 27, 2004 0:34:40 GMT -5
I sip my drink
"Oh that's an understatement Mr. Futsu. I think I am at the end of my rope."
I look him over
"You must have just gotten off work yourself. You have a lot of stress as well."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 0:37:41 GMT -5
"Ahh yes, it's true, the party has been keeping me busy, even more so now with the promotion. I can't really complain with the extra money, but this is my first breather in about two weeks. I work again all day tommorow. I'm sure you can relate."
I finish my drink and order another.
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Post by Brady on Sept 27, 2004 0:38:14 GMT -5
" Thank you. "
I am a little worried when Usha starts to drink the chemicals.
" Uh... you probably shouldn't do that. That could be very explosive, and if it gets shooken up, like when you walk or jump, you'll explode. "
A picture of Usha blowing up appears in my mind and I start to bite my nails.
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Post by Lady Violet on Sept 27, 2004 0:40:30 GMT -5
"Oh yes I can. I put in 60 hrs last week. I thought the work day was supposed to be shorter under socialism." I laugh and order another drink
"I don't want to go home. I have too much work to do there. It is like going from one job to another. But I am glad you can relate."
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Post by Mr. Futsu on Sept 27, 2004 0:48:55 GMT -5
I let out a modest laugh, and my second drink arrives.
"I understand. My place has been like a magnet of similar polarization as of late, slowly pushing me away. I never have any time to myself."
I begin to sip my drink.
"Perhaps if the alcohol gets too much, we can walk it off."
I start to think things that I shouldn't, and could either get me fired, or in a better position than I currently am in. My subconscious tells me to take the chance...
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