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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 1, 2013 15:53:58 GMT -8
Micah half listened to the prophetic dream. He did some of his own bullshitting with Alex for a little while. It soon it got late and Micah went off to bed long before the witching hour began. He was pretty stoked about sleeping in his large comfy non-office-floor bed. He was soon sleeping soundly with E.R curled by his side.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 21, 2013 11:26:11 GMT -8
The morning following the SUPER SECRET MISSION, Patti showed up at Alex's door, around the time she knew he usually got up to work out.
In her hand was a paper grocery bag, inside of two, maybe three plastic grocery bags. The vague smell of bile and illness clung to her like corpse flies. She knocked feebly on the door.
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Post by DKender on Jun 21, 2013 12:45:19 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 21, 2013 12:56:04 GMT -8
Patti put on a brave face.She swallowed something unpleasant and crumpled her bag shut to minimize the smell."Ugh... think it's food poisoning. Canned salmon. I never would've eaten the stuff before the soup went down and now I remember why. It tastes bad and it is frequently... *urp*... bad." "Um... who else do you have going with you to Capitol Hill today?" She made face and then ran to the stairwell to minimize other people's exposure to the smell and the sound.
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Post by DKender on Jun 21, 2013 13:19:28 GMT -8
He followed Patti.
"I've asked Micah, My Protege Richie, Ashley, and Brian. Uh oh. Did they eat poisoned fish, too? Um, um!" He nibbled on his thumb anxiously.
"We'll just do the mission with a skeleton crew. It's all right - maybe a smaller group's better. Faster! Just don't tell the Helldivers or Hellraisers or whatever those anarchists call themselves. Hey, do you need help? I can make cinnamon tea very good. It's natural medicine for the soul."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 21, 2013 13:23:47 GMT -8
"Ash had the fish too. You need more than two fighters, Alex. You're not going anywhere without more help than that."
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Post by DKender on Jun 21, 2013 14:09:02 GMT -8
"Ah, you're right. I'll look around. If we can't find fighters not Kenny, the mission gotta wait. I've just been anxious since you guys rescued Breanne ... what if my roomie Emiliano is trapped like that now?" Well, another day couldn't hurt, unless fate had a cruel sense of humor.
"Are you sure I can't do anything for you in the meantime, Patti?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 21, 2013 14:30:41 GMT -8
"You shouldn't wait too much longer. Talk to Anna. This morning. Let me know who you can get to go with you if you leave today. Not Kenny. Don't waste too much time, you'll need to find a place to lay low before nightfall and from what I hear, that won't be too easy. Just... *urp*... I'm gonna go now. Find me on the roof when you hear something." Patti hustled towards the stairs and disappeared.(Feel free to put an Alex response in before she disappears completely.)
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 21, 2013 16:49:00 GMT -8
Ashley's olive skin has turned a very pale shade indeed as he limps down to try to see Alex before he leaves on his dangerous mission. Beads of sweat stand out on his skin and he almost seems green from the look of him. Oh god, don't let me throw up now... He brought a bucket with him just in case and walks, slowly, to the door, before knocking there, likely missing Patti by a few minutes.
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Post by DKender on Jun 21, 2013 18:14:59 GMT -8
By the time Ashley reached this room, Alex was gone ... perhaps another person will answer the door. Or perhaps his only greeting will be yapping dogs.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 21, 2013 18:32:37 GMT -8
Stumbles away to go be sick somewhere else.
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Post by DKender on Aug 12, 2013 23:01:36 GMT -8
As wise people sayeth, time moves like sand through an hourglass. Hours later, at suppertime, a strange man named Frankie Jonas (no relation to the Jonas brothers) entered the bachelor pad. He wore a loose jersey, sagging jeans, a baseball cap (brim backwards, of course), and way too much body spray. Frankie scooped up the yapping dogs that greeted him and locked them in a closet. Then, he irreverently intruded upon holy ground: Micah's bedroom.
"Homefry, you got it made." He stripped, chucked his dirty clothes and boxers onto the bed, and scrounged around the apartment for clean clothes to "borrow" - Frankie found a lovely red polo and athletic pants in the living room.
Satisfied, he filled the bathtub with all the water in the apartment and dove right in. Playaaa.
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Post by DKender on Aug 15, 2013 18:36:17 GMT -8
Hours later, Alex rescued the pets, gave each snuggles, and then redecorated the living room with the sundry items he rescued from his dorm (mostly photos). He kept sighing loudly, like he wanted attention, but it's probably best to ignore that.
Despite the zero threats present, he also carried around his special baseball bat. It was probably a sentimental thing.TIME WARP!Twenty-four hours later, Alex was in a fantastic mood (and still making the living room nice)! That rewarding talk about life and stuff with Micah really paid off.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 15, 2013 18:43:57 GMT -8
Micah was checking his room for the third time, just to make sure Frankie hadn't left any other gross as fuck souvenirs. He'd had to wash his sheets for the first time in months, in fact he'd done it twice, TWICE. That kind of shit was unnatural. It was slowly losing the stink of Axe, but that stuff lingered. He was still waiting for some kind of karmic retribution. It'd had all gone smoothly and 403 was once again dudebroless.
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Post by DKender on Aug 15, 2013 18:54:47 GMT -8
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