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Said the Spider to the Fly - Part 1/2

Veronica glanced once more at the spiders nearby to make sure they were keeping their distance and then stared back at the cave entrance just outside the town of Spider Hill. It was dark in there, damp in there, and downright creepy. Yet the switches were still not activated, the circuits not made, the power not flowing. She went down there with the others the previous day and knew that it was as bad down there as she had imagined it would be. The cave entrance seemed to be trying to invite her in. 'No,' she said aloud.

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Dials and Switches, Legs and Fangs

Veronica screamed as a huge spider started to crawl out of the electrical tower control box after she had opened its doors. She stepped back quickly and her companions immedately started to fire at the spider taking care not to hit the controls behind it.

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Standing Room Only

Veronica stood in the cramp toilet cubicle just past the garage in Spider Hill, her legs flush with the wall. Toilet Boy stood opposite her.

'Why do I keep getting into these situations? she thought as she shuffled slightly to avoid brushing against the toilet squeezed between them. At least it was clean, perhaps Toilet Boy was finding the time to fit in his other job despite working as security for Brown.

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Naked Truths

Veronica looked over to the pile of clothing a few paces away and then back to the man in front of her who stood in the arid waste land wearing only his underpants and a stupid grin. She could feel the stares from a small group of people standing over on the road which passed by Spider Hill, burning into the back of her head.

It's at times like this, thought Veronica, that I wonder just what the hell I'm doing here.

She squinted in the sunlight and peered at the face of the man in front of her. Toilet Boy began to laugh.

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Koala AM


Big eyes. Big big eyes.

Veronica peered closer as it rested on the table top. It was a funny thing she thought, the radio Toilet Boy had given her to contact him, in the shape of a koala. A toy but functional, adapted so she could radio him on AM frequency.

You are a strange looking creature... such big eyes... are your eyes really that big or have they been made to look that way to make you more cute.... yes...cute you ... a funny little bear.....

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Three Course Conversation

Veronica cast her eyes down the menu trying to find a dish which didn't have the word 'spider' in the name and eventually settled on stir fried vegetables. After giving her order she sat on the tall stool at the counter of the Spider Hill diner and thought on recent events.

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Frequency Hertz

'Gina..Gina... are you there Gina?' spoke Veronica frantically into her radio as she raced along on her bike. There was still no answer both on the radio and to the question of just what had happened.

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Reversing Polarity

Veronica stood looking up at the electrical towers in Spider Hill. They were a marvel of science and engineering, a wonderful achievement of design and as they glistened in sunlight they became objects of beauty. She wondered what they were like in the days of full operation, when power flowed through them, electrons cascading like water over a fall, exhilarating, energizing, electricity.

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Runs of Bad Luck

((This was some crazy rp...))

'Agggh...! For the love of god...' came Shadow's voice across the bunker bar from where the gambling machines were.

Faces in the bar turned and then quickly returned to looking down a glass.

Something almost intelligible was uttered loudly from where Shadow sat playing the gambling machine.

'What was that?' Veronica asked Allriae. 'Is he talking about farming now? Did he say bullocks? in the bar?'

'I think he lost the game,' responded Allriae, her face going a little red with embarassment.

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Turning Up and Tuning In

The meeting went well, although this new technician who has joined the radio project seems a little odd, a Miss Brown, knows her stuff, but knows Joe as well... something was not right...

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A Thousand Eyes

Veronica parked the bike down between the buildings and walked towards the New Flagstaff pond area. A light breeze was creating ripples on the water. The seats around the pond were empty and although Veronica was tempted to sit there a while and relax for a moment she knew it would be foolish after her last visit here, that night time visit to the Spivey warehouse. People were gathered over by the vaults and she wondered if any of them were looking for her and she shivered as if a thousand eyes were looking over in her direction.

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Warehouse Break In - Epilogue - Getting Back

((After events of Part1 and Part2 on return to Hope Spring))

Veronica sat quietly on the Barret Manor balcony in Hope Springs looking out towards the smouldering ruins which was once Gina and her house. It had been one hell of a night.

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Warehouse Break In - Part 2 - Getting Out

((This part 2 continues directly on from Part 1.
Acknowledgement - Thanks go to Mr Spivey of Spivey Independent Traders for providing the image of the list discovered although the magazine cover mentioned from Spivey's personal collection was unfortunately unavailable owing to currently being in use.))

She slipped inside....

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Warehouse Break In - Part 1 - Getting In

They looked a slightly comical bunch, Gina in her darker Vista gear, Sean, the man who had offered his help and seemed trust worthy also dressed in darker clothes but appropriately armed, just in case, and Veronica dressed in black pants and a dark grey top and wearing black sneakers. They all had their roles, there was a job to be done, a warehouse to break into and secrets to be uncovered.

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Dangerous toys

Chemtown was alive with activity when Veronica arrived on her bike. People were wandering about all with some purpose and intent and there did not seem to be the overhanging suffocating ego and sense of self-importance of those in Picus Ridge. Veronica parked her bike along the side of the one of the perimeter buildings, raised the collar of her jacket and adjusted the scarf around her neck to hide the collar which would instantly label her a clone and went off exploring. Something was going on here and she was determined to find out more.

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Stone and Song

Veronica rode along the dusty road on her bike. She had stayed out of the way of possible trouble, of those who may have been looking for her after her little encounter in Picus Ridge. It was time now to follow the next clue and make her way to Chemtown.

As she rode along she burst into song, something a fellow tech had once taught her, a song from bygone age of culture and learning, apparently from some historical opera or some such thing.

Flintstones. Meet the Flintstones.

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Overheard But Not Overlooked


Darkness had just fallen as Veronica made her way down the track on her bike towards the gateway of Picus Ridge home to many grandiose ideas each formed by an ego which often eclipsed its creation suffocating it into yet another crackpot idea. Picus Ridge, home to minds whose greatness were most often only perceived by themselves, where rivalry was rampant and jealousy almost expected.

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Making a mend

Veronica pulled a face as carefully, very carefully, she attached another faster to the device she was making. It was an oven. Small. Tiny. But it worked from solar heat.

"I do a lot of travelling down south," the man has told her. "And when on the road I want to be able to make a cup cake just like Martha used to."

The man pulled out a matted clump of hair from his pocket and started running it through his fingers before continuing. "She used to make such wonderful cakes. Before that blightwolf got her."

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A Game of Pool - In at the deep end

((some times it is about murder, mayhem, and madness. Others times it's just about a game of pool. I've remained faithful to the log but please forgive any errors in the rules of pool as my familiarity of pool is limited.))

Veronica looked up at the man. "Sorry?"

"Fancy a game?" he asked gesturing towards the pool table.

"Who me?" replied Veronica. "I...er... not sure how to play."

"Ah, I can teach ya."

"Er...okay," responded Veronica not entirely convinced.

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The unknown face


Veronica, having awoken from a restless night, stared at herself in the mirror. It was only last night that she had found herself locked in a Lifenet bunker with Ramon. Not a single shot was fired, no blades were pulled, but words were spoken and sometimes words are the most dangerous weapons of all.

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Voices carried on the wind





Spare me the whispering, crowded room,
The friends who come, and gape, and go;
The ceremonious air of gloom -
All which makes death a hideous show!

Verse from 'A Wish' by Matthew Arnold


'Hey girl! Come over here!'

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Fire reigns


Time slows..... a click..... a flash..... a drop of golden rain falls.....

Veronica watches in wonder as the droplet descends, she holds out her hand palm upwards to catch it..... pain

A few seconds earlier...

Rest and peace was what Veronica dearly sought when returning to the house with Gina, a moment of quiet after a busy day dealing with different people and different situations. So once the door was opened she rushed inside and started off loading some items she was carrying onto to the drawer unit eager to make a drink and get off her feet.

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Bullet point of focus

A bullet to the brain has the ability to focus ones thoughts into a single point of concentration where the past, present and future collide. So it was when the shot rang out and Veronica's eyes turned upwards and unseeing as she fell down dead in front of Gina just outside of New Flagstaff. As the bullet ripped open time one name entered her dying mind before she found herself staggering out of the cloning pod coughing and spluttering from sickness, the name now forgotten.

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Death's lessons

Veronica sat on a box in the Lifenet station and vomited again as the recloning sickness washed over her. Closing her eyes in a futile attempt to stop the tears escaping she slammed her hand hard against the side of the box and screamed with frustration, self pity and anger at being so stupid. It was so obviously a trap and yet she walked straight into it.

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Thoughts through glass, darkly


"You bastard" she muttered to herself "I'm coming for you"

Veronica stood in Gina's kitchen a can of soda in her hand and stared out of the window into the darkness outside. She took another sip and as she did so her gaze retreated from the night to the ghost like reflection of herself on the dark pane of glass, the supposedly sweet girl now drawn in light as if some ghastly spectre.

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Mulling over past events - Part 2 - Making Enemies

The radio message.

Veronica got up from the bench outside the Black Bear Bar and walked to the railing and gripped it tightly. The message, telling her that Ethan was in a house just north of North Burb and that he was not alone. She travelled there as fast as she could, finding the place described and found a woman blocking her way.

"Where is he? she demanded as she pushed the woman to the ground.

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Mulling over past events - Part 1 - Making Friends

"Hey is that your ride?"

As Veronica sat on a bench outside the Black Bear bar and stared across to the horizon thinking over past events she smiled as she remembered those words. New friends.

"Hey is that your ride?" Stevie asked.

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Ripples on the water


As the wind blew gently across the New Flagstaff pond Veronica sat quietly watching the ripples across the water her mood solemn and thoughtful. She had been in New flagstaff for only a relatively short period of time and yet already things were getting complicated. As she watched the ripples the scientist in her thought of waves and how they interfere with each other, both constructively and destructively. A lot like people. Each ripple a moment in a life running its course and interacting with others along the way.


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