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Fox - WHAT THE FUCK??? I clicked that hider and aaaaaaaaahh
Erm, I guess I should catch up on postings and such…but maybe later. I dunno. There will be a post today, but I'm just feeling so out of it.
Where's my coffee? *goes off in search of coffee*
Erm, I guess I should catch up on postings and such…but maybe later. I dunno. There will be a post today, but I'm just feeling so out of it.
Where's my coffee? *goes off in search of coffee*
Ah! How could you not know my birthday! For shame! Actually, it's July 21st. No idea where you got September from lol.
And yeah, work was long and I got back late, so I'm gonna go and not post tonight. Goodnight all!
And yeah, work was long and I got back late, so I'm gonna go and not post tonight. Goodnight all!
Bunanigans said
You know, it occured to me the other day that the RP is almost a year old now. Oh my god.
Holy crap, that's a long time. /round of applause
Also I just noticed that I wrote "so much less portable" - SO MUCH LESS - what a fucking awkward way to put it. Nice going Danni
GOOD LUCK TAE!!!
Ahh, Icky, your lack of faith wounds me. I was totally able to post today, it's tomorrow that's the problem. Geez. :P
And yeah, didn't add much tech/setting stuff yet. But take an annoying does of bubbly-Janet to tide you over!
And yeah, didn't add much tech/setting stuff yet. But take an annoying does of bubbly-Janet to tide you over!
A "task force."
A fucking "task force."
Janet Stafford was psyched. She had never been on a team grand enough to be called a "task force" before, hell, she had never been in a group larger than four and even those were rare. This group had nine - NINE! - Erasure agents on it. That just had to mean that it was a very important, very challenging case. Right?
Hanging around in the lobby of C-Central, Janet keep a strict view on the time. She knew that she didn't want to be the first one there, that was always the most awkward since she would wonder if she was in the right room, but one didn't want to be late either. Especially on a mission this important. Finally growing too impatient, she darted to the elevator when there still was five minutes left till the meeting started.
There had to be at least one go-getter who arrived early.
"Second Floor," she announced to the elevator, which quickly whooshed her up to the location. The glass door opened smoothly, revealing the wide, crisp hallway, and Janet practically ran out of the elevator and down the hall. "Meeting Room B…. Room B….
"A-ha!" she exclaimed as she reached the door. "Found it!" She was proud of herself. Though she had been in C-Central before, she couldn't honestly call herself familiar with it. Flashing her card and holding up her hand for identification, she grinned as the door finally approved her for entry.
Already in the room was a grim older man, who looked like he wasn't entirely pleased with the situation, a young girl who probably should be out picking a prom dress, and a crisply dressed young man. Well, this wasn't promising.
She suppressed a sigh. Though most Erasure Agents were what she called "stuffy," she constantly hoped that she'd find a others like her. People who, you know, knew how to smile. She supposed she was asking too much.
"Hello," she said with a brisk wave as she took a seat at the table right next to the young girl, pushing the chair back so that she could kick her feet up. Leaning over, she began to poke through Aurora's books. "So, what do we have here? An 'Intro to Criminal Justice'? Since when did we start allowing kids in?"
Smiling over at Elton, Janet pointed at the girl. "It's not just me, right? She's gotta be sixteen. Oooh, are we training people? Am I a trainer now? That sounds fun."
A fucking "task force."
Janet Stafford was psyched. She had never been on a team grand enough to be called a "task force" before, hell, she had never been in a group larger than four and even those were rare. This group had nine - NINE! - Erasure agents on it. That just had to mean that it was a very important, very challenging case. Right?
Hanging around in the lobby of C-Central, Janet keep a strict view on the time. She knew that she didn't want to be the first one there, that was always the most awkward since she would wonder if she was in the right room, but one didn't want to be late either. Especially on a mission this important. Finally growing too impatient, she darted to the elevator when there still was five minutes left till the meeting started.
There had to be at least one go-getter who arrived early.
"Second Floor," she announced to the elevator, which quickly whooshed her up to the location. The glass door opened smoothly, revealing the wide, crisp hallway, and Janet practically ran out of the elevator and down the hall. "Meeting Room B…. Room B….
"A-ha!" she exclaimed as she reached the door. "Found it!" She was proud of herself. Though she had been in C-Central before, she couldn't honestly call herself familiar with it. Flashing her card and holding up her hand for identification, she grinned as the door finally approved her for entry.
Already in the room was a grim older man, who looked like he wasn't entirely pleased with the situation, a young girl who probably should be out picking a prom dress, and a crisply dressed young man. Well, this wasn't promising.
She suppressed a sigh. Though most Erasure Agents were what she called "stuffy," she constantly hoped that she'd find a others like her. People who, you know, knew how to smile. She supposed she was asking too much.
"Hello," she said with a brisk wave as she took a seat at the table right next to the young girl, pushing the chair back so that she could kick her feet up. Leaning over, she began to poke through Aurora's books. "So, what do we have here? An 'Intro to Criminal Justice'? Since when did we start allowing kids in?"
Smiling over at Elton, Janet pointed at the girl. "It's not just me, right? She's gotta be sixteen. Oooh, are we training people? Am I a trainer now? That sounds fun."
Can I also reciprocate Buns' feels? It can't be said enough - everyone's characters and writing is so awesome!
And a heads up - I might not be able to post tomorrow night. I'm going to be stuck at work late, and I cannot access this site from work. (That was the one beautiful thing about the back-up site, it somehow made it through the firewall). Sorry.
And a heads up - I might not be able to post tomorrow night. I'm going to be stuck at work late, and I cannot access this site from work. (That was the one beautiful thing about the back-up site, it somehow made it through the firewall). Sorry.
Tagress Guild
"Oh, I know what you mean," he said in response to Syed's comment. "I don't think that nurse ever forgave me for that one little prank." He shook his head, still a little miffed that Trent hadn't come to help him.
Still, he was ecstatic that the others had taken so well to his idea, so he got to his feet. "Well, then, I'll go see about getting some picnic-y food together and…" he leaned forward and continued in a mock whisper, "will make sure it's put on Tiberius' tab!"
Turning from the group, he approached one of the waitresses in the Guild, a large smile on his face. It didn't take too long to arrange for her to get together a basket full of fruits, cheeses, and other snacks, as well as a second basket of alcohol - with a variety that would surely make even Moira happy.
"Okay, everyone," he called back to the group. "We should be ready to head out in about a half-hour. Get ready!"
With that done, he bounded up the stairs to the room he had rented, gathering up his paints and his brushes into a bag that he slung over his shoulder. Though he often worked with charcoal and colored pencils, he did enjoy working on paintings as well. They were just so much less portable. One could easily carry about a notepad, but dragging around an easel and canvas was absurd.
But just this once, the effort might be worth it. Selecting a small canvas, only eleven by fourteen inches, he hefted that in one arm and took the easel in the other.
This would be a very good day.
MST3K 4ever said
Thanks for accepting me ICC.Southeast? Hey we in the Northeast decided to share some of our misery with you all. I saw my first patch of grass without snow anywhere near it today and almost cried. Yesterday we got up to 33 and I thought, "Wow it's almost balmy!" This winter has proven one thing about me...if I was in one of those disaster movies like "The Day After Tomorrow"....I'd be one of those ones who dies during the first reel.
Dammit man, I know what you mean. Thirties yesterday but teens today (with a -10 wind chill or so). Goddammit, how much more of this do we have to stand??
And school was cancelled because it was cold? Hahahahahahahahaha.
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