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Post by Andrew Kasher on Feb 13, 2005 21:40:44 GMT -5
"I can't see," Andrew says, suddenly embarrassed again. He doesn't blush.
"I mean, I guess I could try... to.... to toss some paint randomly or something, but painting and stuff is sort of lost on me."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 13, 2005 21:42:53 GMT -5
"Music is an art too, surely there must be something creative you can do..."
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Feb 13, 2005 21:43:00 GMT -5
"I have a boyfriend. He is a really sweet guy but I never see him. He is Bassarov's son, Lysander."
I think of Lysander and wish I could see him more often. I have not seen him in a few weeks again.
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 13, 2005 22:18:32 GMT -5
(g2g to work, cya)
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Post by Andrew Kasher on Feb 13, 2005 22:50:47 GMT -5
"I guess. I mean, I don't really like the concept of selling things, but... I guess the rebel movement needs the funds. Red Infinity is hypocritical like that. But... I don't know. I do have recordings of me playing with various different orchestras, as well as some solo stuff I did in my basement at home. I don't really have the equipment to do anything here, or anything. Um... yeah."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 13, 2005 23:31:46 GMT -5
Bassarov walks back to his apartment and sees Andrew and Zero talking in the living room. He greets them and goes to the kitchen to get something to drink. When he returns he tells them that he met a new rebel named Nikolai and that the Ministry of Education was attacked.
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Post by Garret thingysure on Feb 13, 2005 23:36:15 GMT -5
"As long as we're all here, we should do something. I saw a lake by this place. Maybe we could go paddle boating or something. Are there any paddle boats around here?" Garret asks Elijah.
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 13, 2005 23:38:06 GMT -5
"No, but I could use my power of magical materialism to create some."
Elijah walks everyone down to the lake. When they are standing on the shoreline, he uses his magical powers to create some paddle boats for recreation.
"There, I hope that makes things here more pleasant."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 13, 2005 23:41:24 GMT -5
"Hey, I think I've got some fishing rods and nets in my sack of crap," Freak Boy said. "Hey! Let's go fishing!"
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Post by Garret thingysure on Feb 13, 2005 23:45:35 GMT -5
"Sure, I think we can fish from the paddle boat." Garret gets into the paddle boat and waits for Freakboy. He puts his feet on the bicycle like peddles used to power the boat.
"I can do the peddling, I need excercise anyway. This reminds me of when I was a kid. My brother and I grew up on a lake and we used to go paddle boating."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 13, 2005 23:50:44 GMT -5
Freak Boy rushed into the house and emerged with three fishing rods, a fishing hat with lures on it, a vest with many pockets, a six pack of beer and a can of worms.
"I haven't been fishing in way too long." Freak Boy said, climbing into the boat with all the junk. "Elijah? You want to come?"
He looked funny in the vest and hat, as do most people
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 13, 2005 23:52:48 GMT -5
"Very well, but I must warn you, the fish here are not for eating. They are wisdom fish. They will tell you anything you want to know about Gods and the universe."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 13, 2005 23:55:58 GMT -5
"You gotta be nutsting me..." Freak Boy said, extremely dissapointed. "So... no bass? No trout? No red fish?
"Ok, let me get this straight... there's no weed, no TV, no technology and NOW there's no fishing? HOW THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE HEAVEN?!"
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Post by Elijah Debs on Feb 13, 2005 23:57:33 GMT -5
"You can still go fishing. If you catch a wisdom fish you ask it questions. We don't eat fish here since we never hunger when in this place."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 13, 2005 23:58:57 GMT -5
Freak Boy was now convinced that he would just go even more insane while in this place, but finally relented. Better to catch a fish and set it loose then to not catch one at all.
"Fine, let's go."
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