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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 31, 2005 21:31:14 GMT -5
"Ah nevermind." I say, and quickly pull down the rest of the banners and flags and throw them into a heap, except for one which I carefully fold and hide under my uniform. I will keep that one for myself. "Well that's done and all the systems check out."
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Post by Xavier Jaures on Jan 31, 2005 21:31:28 GMT -5
The meeting of socialists drags on for hours. Nothing gets decided and everyone is worn out. Finally Xavier steps up and speaks.
"Hope, why don't you draft the constitution based off of the discussions. We'll all just vote on it and be done with this meeting. This has gone on too long."
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Post by Josef Stalin on Jan 31, 2005 21:33:25 GMT -5
Stalin reached into the mini fridge under his desk and pulled out a cherry coke. He handed it to Krupskaya and downed his vodka in a single gulp.
"This is a very nice office. I like it."
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Post by Krupskaya on Jan 31, 2005 21:36:43 GMT -5
"Tell me some more about yourself. Are you married, Uncle Joe? Can I call you that? I am a little informal with people, but you look so nice and jolly, just like Santa Claus, but communist."
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Post by Professsor Doctor von Kraus on Jan 31, 2005 21:38:26 GMT -5
Herman noticed she was keeping a banner, but didn't mind. He too was loyal to the Nazis, if not the fuhrer.
"Good job, Erika. Ve are done here for now. If you vant ve could go relax?" he suggested. "Not much vork to be done until Little Sister is up and running."
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Post by Josef Stalin on Jan 31, 2005 21:40:10 GMT -5
"I do not mind being called Uncle Joe. An American reporter called me that when he interviewed me once, so that is proof that I don't mind the name.
"I was married once... a long time ago. I had a son and a daughter. Svetlanna... oh, she was the most beautiful girl of all the Soviet people." he said remeniscently. He did not mention much about his son, as he was a drunkard and a womanizer.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Jan 31, 2005 21:40:30 GMT -5
Eljiah had accidently fallen asleep during the meeting. His head now rested on a table and a small puddle of drool was collecting by his mouth were his head was resting. The long discussions had exhausted him. He had come to the meeting right after Satsujin was killed. This made him all the more tired.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 31, 2005 21:40:54 GMT -5
"Yeah." I mutter as we walk back to Kraus' control room. I see that construction has begun on my 'new' kitchen, and I smile. "They can work quickly when they want to, eh?"
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Post by Professsor Doctor von Kraus on Jan 31, 2005 21:43:13 GMT -5
"Zhey can on occasion - vhen zey aren't slacking off or demanding 5 minute vork periods vith 10 minute breaks." he said cynically.
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Post by Krupskaya on Jan 31, 2005 21:44:11 GMT -5
"I'm going to tell you a secret, Stalin. Something no one in Red Infinity knows. I am a nymph. I am over 700 years old. I was married once too, and, you and I met once before. You don't remember this though, since I can change shape and..back then, I had the appearance of a human." I'm not sure what I should tell him. There are many secrets that I would like to keep. I am not the person I pretended to be back then.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 31, 2005 21:47:16 GMT -5
"Yes... That is why National Socialisim is better than so... d**n it what am I thinking?!"
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Post by Professsor Doctor von Kraus on Jan 31, 2005 21:50:03 GMT -5
"Relax, frauline. I'm zhe only vone here, and I most certainly vill not report you for speaking zhe truth." Herman said with that same usual grin.
"But, just to be safe, perhaps ve should steer our conversation somevhere else..."
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Post by Antero Black on Jan 31, 2005 21:50:57 GMT -5
Antero wakes up and takes a shower. He can hear Zinn, Pierre, and Wyrm in the other room watching Star Trek. This makes him smile. Maybe this is a good time for the anarchists. Maybe they will finally get their act together and show those rebels the validity of their ideas. Antero stands in the warm water, and scrubs down with a fragrant body wash belonging to someone in the house. He is not sure whose it is. It isn't Zinn's since he doubts that she would use such a product. She is not all that feminine. It could be Sakari's. He uses a generous amount, but figures the person won't mind sharing. What is private ownership anyway?
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Post by Josef Stalin on Jan 31, 2005 21:51:14 GMT -5
"Really? We met? When was this? Tell me-what name did you go by then?" Stalin asked, seeming very interested.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Jan 31, 2005 21:54:00 GMT -5
"Yes, perhaps... I just grow tired of this... At least Zwei doesn't kid herself..."
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