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Halloween Fantasy (part 10)

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Bodil let it drop. The last thing she wanted was to make enemies of these nice people. And anyway, she thought, hiding a smile, it wasn’t everyday she got to meet ‘fans’ of her work. She headed back into the archive where she resumed her place on the dusty floor. Bodil read through her copious notes. The Baka Neko lead seemed to be drying up. She flicked backwards and forwards through the pages, hoping to spot something she had missed.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 9)

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Bodil turned to face the maze of stacked boxes. She let out a soft, low whistle.

“Easy for you to say, but… where?” She scanned the boxes, walking slowly around the room, almost praying that there would be a big label with ‘South Burb’ and a big arrow saying ‘This Way Up’. After five minutes there were no labels, no arrows. Not even a hand written ‘fragile’ scribbled under a layer of dust. As she went through the motions of searching, Bodil’s brain went to work on the task.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 8)

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Ellie quickly donned a pair of sunglasses and then swung her feet out of the fountain pool and squeezed out from behind the grey-clad mountain. Wet feet slopping on the sun soaked sidewalk, Ellie headed for the steps and the shade of the marble-columned portico.

“Come on.” She grinned as she passed the still staring professor. “Before my feet start to burn.”

Bodil’s last sight of Ellie’s bodyguard before turning to follow her was of her white pumps disappearing as the giant’s hand reached down and made a fist around them.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 7)

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If professor Hill had harboured any ideas of actually accompanying Alicia Troy on her private plane back to the family estate in what was the former Europe they were politely shattered when the strange meeting broke up after a few minutes and Derek pointedly walked her back to her car.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 6)

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This is surreal, professor Hill thought as she followed the broad back of the grey suited man. Two more suits walked closely, very closely, behind her. Her thoughts continued. This is a cliché. It’s like I’m in a damned movie. She stumbled and immediately two hands caught her and steadied her. Then they let go and the little party of four continued their brisk walk towards… She peered past the man leading the way. They were heading away from the party towards a large luxury vehicle set aside from the rest of the VIP cars and their drivers.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 5)

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“Dammit!” The expletive was much louder in her head than the sharp whisper that escaped her lips. Bodil stood, one elbow cupped in one hand with the wineglass held high in the other. She felt just the way she had on the rare occasions in her youth when she had been stood up. Her lips pursed and her glare darted from person to person, daring anyone one of them to make a comment. But the anger and indignation was just a cover for the small but growing chill in the pit of her stomach that was advising her to just let this whole statue thing drop.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 4)

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People milled around for a while, looking at the statue, talking with the aritst, talking with the Dean and being kept well away from the important people by large men in either black or grey suits who sported the latest fashion in electronic ear ‘jewelry’.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 3)

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Professor Ramsbottom-Hill meandered, glass in hand, through the gathered guests feeling very under dressed. She took a long draught of the rather nice wine, swilled it around her teeth for a moment and then swallowed. Well, what did they expect, she thought. Nobody takes evening dress on a dig. She ignored the occaisional glance her way from some expensively coutured madam. They'll just have to like it or lump it.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 2)

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Job done, Professor Ramsbottom-Hill made her way towards the garage dig, pulling off the heavy workgloves as she walked. Now free to think about things other than the repercussions of bodging the statue lift, Bodil found herself wondering about several things at once. They were going to need more security... The report to the university... The press function later today... Getting more experienced archeologists and fewer students...

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Halloween Fantasy (part 1)

((Is anyone else like me? Do you do most of your deep thinking in the shower/bath? Well, what follows comes from that kind of automatic idle thinking and then added to during the few minutes after getting into bed before sleep takes you. I wasn't going to post it because it is just a silly and self-indulgent fantasy so you can blame Jake Grimes for me finally putting this idea, born in soapy wetness, into words. DISCLAIMER: FE Lore has definately taken a back seat.))

 

 

 

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I'll be back in a minute my sweet.

Joe headed towards the pond. Kirsten would be a while he knew. She always was when she was buying pretty things. But even so he had to be quick. Turning a corner he dialed into the 986.76MHz. As soon as the voice at the other end responded Joe cut him off.

"Meet me at The Tap in five minutes. Don't be late, I don't have much time. Oh, and bring a bag of diapers. I'm supposed to be buying diapers."

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Too pretty not to post.

Sorry, but this clip just gives me goosebumps. This is where I am currently trading Laughing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex2nGIvbiVI

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It's been a blast

It really has. Three years, almost exactly... wow. During that time I've met some wonderfull people and made some good friends. Aaaaand that's about as maudlin as i'm going to get and I don't really need to say anymore because you've pretty much all has the same experiences. Thanks to everyone I've ever RP'd with for making the game as much fun as it has been.

Anyway, I thought I would try and round off the characters' histories a little like they do at the end of films like Animal House. So then...

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On The Edge Of The Barrel ((OOC info unless you are involved))

"It's hard to get out of the barrel. It's slippery around the edges and people are happy to see you fall back in." Robert Downey, Jr.

The rain had almost stopped and now the streets gleamed in the moonlight and the piles of refuse and dead dogs had that just washed 'sheen' that would last only until the sun came up.

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Just a Job (part five)

Tossing the thermos through the open driver's window, Joe continued on to the rear of the car. There, he dropped the tailgate and reached inside and reappeared clutching the wire handle of an old but 'looked after' hurricane lamp. Giving the fuel reservoir a few more pumps to get the pressure up, Joe lit the thing and lowered the tubular glass lens. He set off towards the house.

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Just a Job (part four)

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"Two hours. Two bloody hours!"

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Just a Job (part three)

He was going to need a spade.


Joe cursed under his breath. A flashlight yes but he hadn't reckoned on having to dig the trapdoor out from under half a ton of assorted rubble.


"Well," he said, looking out beyond the burnt down wall towards the old tree at the far side a small garden meadow. "That's just my bleedin luck ain't it now." He climbed and slid over the blackened remains until he at last jumped down onto the sun-parched grass and set off across the meadow towards the tree.


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Just a Job (part two)

Joe made his way carefully across the wet, slippery hills of charcoal and plaster towards where the kitchen used to be. Once or twice he nearly lost his footing and was gratefull for the few remaining charred beams of what had once been the skeleton of the house.

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Just a Job (part one)

Joe shifted down to a safer gear for the rough dirt track. But still the car bounced and lurched along in a cloud of brown dust and a screech of protesting shock absorbers.

"Ow!. Shit!" He grimaced and wondered if his spine was going to survive the journey. He was getting too old for this.

What the fuck, he wondered, was he doing here. This was crazy. This was ancient history, best forgotton. But the 'delicate' conversation he had had yesterday in the middle of a field of bloody crabs had nudged a dim memory.

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Leaflet campaign

The following hand-flyer can be found in every bar, at every auction house and in every ballistics workshop from Odenvill to Los Alamos.



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Edited to add: Btw, this is also the lable used on every box.

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Back...ish

Hey chaps and chapesses. Got released from hospital yesterday so i currently spending a week of R&R with my sister and brother in law. The operation has left me pretty exhausted for much of the time so i doubt i will make it in game this week. But hey,  at least I can still annoy everyone on FERP :)

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Away for a while.

((I'm going to be gone from the game for at least a week from tomorrow, maybe two. With luck though I'll be on FERP again from around about the end of next week. Don't bother opening this, there is no more :D. See y'all soonish.

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"Do you know anything..."

"...of her whereabouts?"

Joe arrived back at the apartment still angry and flustered from the brief talk with Reavy. Fortunately, Kirsten was not home yet. The last thing he wanted was more questions.

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Due to personal reasons.... Yeah it's one of those.

((Due to a combination of a bit of burnout and a bit of work related stress (hell is too good for them) I'm going to take a few days off from FE. However, AH supply and ammo production will continue as normal. See you all next week :)

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Life, The Universe and Everything puckers up.

Joe was standing by the window looking at the photo of another long ago girl and was feeling pretty low. Around him, the apartment, and Joe himself for that matter, was reverting back to its original state. It was the morning of the third day after Kirsten had gone and the washing up, the laundry and Joe's personal hygene were all equally neglected. Cigar smoke floated in the morning sunlight flooding in through the windows and though the pungent aroma was still managing to keep the smell of old sweat and unwashed plates at bay, any casual visitor would say it was close.

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Parting gift

Joe woke up before the alarm clock went off. He always woke up before the alarm clock went off. In fact, he had often wondered why he had wasted so many chips on a piece of pre-fall tech that consistantly failed in its advertised function. He sighed and stretched, not too much though in case he got a cramp, and lay there between the clean sheets feeling reasonably content with life, the universe, and everything. Clean sheets, new bed, freshly painted and decorated apartment.

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Uncharted waters

Joe sat and stared at the figures in the ledger. And stared... and stared. His eyes were seeing the figures and were desperately trying to convey what they saw to the brain. But the brain was busy. The door was closed and a a 'Do Not Disturb' was hung on the door handle. Behind the door an argument was going on.

"Are you insane?!"

"Probably, but that's never stopped me before. In fact it's got me out of one or two sticky situations in the past."

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Love's young dream

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Cupid had his work cut out with Joe Spivey esq. Those dainty arrows of cutesy love and butterfly feelings in the stomach had no chance against the deep passion Joe already had for chips, chips and more chips. Faced with such a challenge, Cupid flew back to the celestial arsenal and dusted off the bazooka of groin aching lust. Unaware of what was about to befall him, Joe was hard at work between the mailbox, his 'office' and Rodney the auctioneer. Cupid awaited his moment, then pulled the trigger on Joe Spivey.

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Paint job

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It is early evening back in New Flagstaff. Only a few shoppers are hanging around the vaults and vendors of the square, the only recognisable one being Dan Cross who is asleep next to the work bench he has set up. Joe's car is parked in front of the auctioneer's block and Rodney, the auctioneer, is leaning forward on it watching Joe who is engrossed in painting over the worst scratches from his recent trip. Joe is muttering to himself, cursing weirdos, kids, hillbillies and mercs with equal vehemence.

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Above and beyond

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What's brown and bald and screams a lot? Yup, Joe on a trail bike. On the plus side though the woodland creatures, even the big hairy ones with sharp teeth, got the hell out of the way.

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