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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 8, 2012 0:57:14 GMT -5
*I keep moving the sphere around and sudden come to a realization*
WHAT! Oh ho! This... THIS! haha! Clever girls. I knew you were worth it... now how... do i open you.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 8, 2012 1:11:08 GMT -5
*The next time I open my eyes, it's early morning. I'd slid so I was lying down, more or less, and when I look to the side I see that Red's still bundled up. She didn't wake up once that I was aware of, and I hope that means she didn't have nightmares. I'd try to get up silently but I know she'll wake no matter what I do, so I sit up and opt for talking quietly* Look alive, Red. I'm going to get some breakfast and I'll bring some back, all right?
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 8, 2012 1:18:59 GMT -5
*i realize its morning when the sun starts to beam down into the windows and onto my face, the whole night was spent on this puzzle ball. PIctures of the ball and its parts take up a chunk of the stage, and a few monitors connected to it set up and trying to analyze it. Getting bits of code and information from it. A makeshift laser analyzer pokes at it with a magnetically charged needle*
hehe. Common Love, Give me something!
... Oh. this will take some time. Better get a can of powerpup or something.
*I run to the kitchen in excitement and scavenge through the cans for something good looking*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 8, 2012 1:25:05 GMT -5
*I blink, awake as soon as Arson moves. I stretch, painfully sore again, especially my side. I'm not too worried, though, it'll get better as I move. I look over at Arson and almost laugh, the hair on one side of her head is practically sticking straight up. My stomach growls and I realize breakfast sounds amazing*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 8, 2012 1:27:11 GMT -5
*I see the look on her face and smile* What? *I run a hand through my hair, and laugh when I realize what she's grinning about. Smoothing it down as best I can, I get up and head for the door* Not a word about it, or I'll confiscate your breakfast! *I try to sound stern, but the threat is absurd for multiple reasons and we both know it*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Mar 8, 2012 1:31:06 GMT -5
*I'm up before most of the others, though I don't think the killjoy on the stage slept at all. I stay up by the ticket booth for the most part, keeping watch and eager to leave. I wonder how Red's doing, but I decide to leave it to her directive. If she can't come find me herself, she'll ask one of the killjoys to get me; and if nothing else, I'll see her when we change safehouses.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 8, 2012 1:51:07 GMT -5
*I grab the can of food and run back to the stage and monitors, writing down all my notes and observations*
What are you. You must be important to be this locked up... but who threw you away? And why?
Definitely Bli... definitely higher up and confidential...
Hehehehe ooooh the suspense.
*sarah laughs at how excited I am, its been a while since she's seen me so excited about something, and this is the first time ive been so excited about an experiment*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 8, 2012 1:52:28 GMT -5
*I wake up to a quiet house (yes, that's a pun, think about it) and blearily make my way to the kitchen to get some water. After a bit I start reconstituting powdered eggs, having already found a loaf of bread and some spices. It's going to be French Toast for breakfast. I hum to myself, rather proud I have all the ingredients*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Mar 8, 2012 2:02:18 GMT -5
*I'd slept on the cot behind the curtain again, and when I get up I'm relieved to find I'm not as sore as I'd been yesterday. I make my way to the kitchen, my limp almost gone by the time I get there, and find PB already at the counter* Morning. Can you use any help?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 8, 2012 2:07:17 GMT -5
*I wave to Poison and Sarah as I pass the stage doors, and stop in the kitchen doorway when I see Gear and PB already inside* Hey there, you two. Any word on breakfast? If it's going to be a while, I might grab a can of fruit for now.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 8, 2012 2:12:44 GMT -5
*I set Gear to the task of soaking the bread in my home-made batter. I start heating the pan when Arson pokes her head in* Hey, morning! Fruit's a good idea, actually. It'll be about ten minutes. Can you open a can or two to put on the side of the french toast? I even found syrup and there's coffee on the stove, here. Whoah!
*I have to concentrate for a second when the stove flames up a bit. It's an old, touchy gas stove, but it's hotter than the measly hot plates I'm sued to working with. I soon get it back under control and begin cooking the slices as Gear hands them to me. I start humming again*
Oh, Arson, how's Red?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 8, 2012 2:18:04 GMT -5
Sir yes sir! *It takes a bit of searching, but I find one of the bags of fruit cans and pull out an assorted four. Three of them I empty into a medium metal mixing bowl and set on the counter, and the fourth I keep to take back to Red.* She's pretty good, I think. Slept through the night as far as I can tell. It'll be a while, but I'm not too worried.
*Partly that's the truth, and partly I don't really want to go into the details. I know there's nothing to worry about with either PB or Gear, but I can't help but feel like Red's issues aren't for male ears - or for anyone that she hasn't given me the okay for.*
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 8, 2012 2:23:58 GMT -5
*When Arson doesn't appear right away, I decide to meet her out in the theater instead. I tell myself that I'm just trying to help her, but I know I'm just my usual impatient self. Some day I will learn to control this impulse*
*I slowly make my way to the edge of the bed and very carefully stand, using the wall and side table to prop me up. After a minute I start walking to the stage. My legs protest with every step and my side hurts as I breath, but eventually I make it to the auditorium, entering through the back of the stage. When I get there I see activity in the door leading to the kitchen and Poison in the middle of the stage, surrounded by various bits of machinery and wires. Sarah leans over him, inspecting something in his hands*
*I sit towards the back and watch the activity, Jump sleeping a few feet away from me on a couch he apparently dragged out to the stage. I wonder if there is anything he can't sleep through...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 8, 2012 2:28:57 GMT -5
*Taking the fourth can of fruit and a spoon with me, I start back down the hall. Glancing at the stage again as I pass, however, I catch sight of a small figure in a red jacket, sitting by the back wall, and sigh. Of course she's out here. Five minutes is /much/ too long to wait.*
*Walking over and sitting down next to her, I hand over the can and spoon* You know, I was going to help you get out here when breakfast was ready.
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Post by redhavoc on Mar 8, 2012 2:32:26 GMT -5
*My eyes get big when Arson hands me the can of fruit. I can't remember the last time I had fruit! I pop the top and dig in, hoping I'm giving enough of an apologetic look. I pat her on the shoulder between mouthfuls, smiling just a bit. This morning, I'm feeling much better*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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