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Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera

Has anybody else noticed that the bulldozer is driving up and down the street... without a driver?
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We've got one six-year-old, and one on the way. "Jenee-baby" is just a nickname for Jenee, based on a misunderstanding.

Jenee may have kids from prior relationships, but I've never met them. Or even talked to her about them. "Best left unsolved", I say.
 
Hmmm. Maybe Deranged Nasat will think about working for Flashover on weekends and keep working here in the pub on weekdays. Two jobs might well be better than one.

Better clear away the bottles; it's not Christmas yet, and we don't want the pub owner to know we've been serving the colourful stuff early. Back in the supply closet they go.

Now, to wander out and look at the bulldozer. This is a good opportunity to scream incoherent garbage, since he can't do that regularly anymore, serving drinks as he is. A protest will give him an excuse, though.


{in a deceptively quiet voice} Where is my personal sash of unique spirits gone DN? I was saving that for the visit of my half brother the ambassador from the RUC. Please tell me that you didn't sell them to anyone or at least that you made them pay the whole price for 'em.

Thor Damar walks into the supply closet, there is total silence and then a cry of pure anguish rends the air...
 
We've got one six-year-old, and one on the way. "Jenee-baby" is just a nickname for Jenee, based on a misunderstanding.

Jenee may have kids from prior relationships, but I've never met them. Or even talked to her about them. "Best left unsolved", I say.

No, just the two. I think it's you Daniel - you cause me to lose all my inhibitions.

So, coffee and tea is set out. breakfast pastries are set out. But ..., the shoppe is empty this morning. ??? It's probably that damn dozer chasing people away.

I hope RJ wasn't injured too badly and he has some sort of ... spell to make it just ... go away.
 
Has anybody else noticed that the bulldozer is driving up and down the street... without a driver?
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OMG, I hadn't noticed! :wtf:

I have to admit, I'd heard the reputation of this neighborhood long before I moved here, but I didn't expect it to be so... well, extreme.

:luvlove::luvlove::luvlove: As you know, someone very special has come back into my life recently. We talked about maybe living here together for a while before making any long-term decisions. But by now I've concluded that the total illogic of this place would drive him out of his Vulcan mind. So, by the end of the month, I will be moving to Vulcan. :luvlove::luvlove::luvlove:

I will miss you and the others, both human and (large) feline. I'm sorry I won't be around to help you w/ the bookstore.
 
Erm...wasn't Vulcan absorbed into a black hole last year?

Farewell, anyway (*waves*)



Now, to go back to my old haunts and get something explody to deal with the 'dozer...
 
Erm...wasn't Vulcan absorbed into a black hole last year?

Farewell, anyway (*waves*)

Vulcan is fine, Daniel. That was just some movie you're thinking of. ;)

No waving good-bye yet, please. I'll still be around a bit, packing and otherwise getting ready...
 
^Romulan tourists. Trust me, the Sundered are no fun. Great ale though,and its half price at my bar.

Say, where has that bulldozer gone?
 
Oh, how nice. That gentleman who used to be a tramp is driving a bulldozer. Well done to the rehab people! Not that they've ever managed to trap Hippy Lady into going into rehab, because she doesn't need it. No, sirree...ooh, purple flying bunnies!

Hmm, the gentleman who used to be a tramp and now driving the bulldozer has a look of sheer terror on his face. Why that could be? The purple flying bunnies are harmless. Hippy Lady knows because they told her so. In Swahili.

Hippy Lady starts walking back to her house. The elderflower cordial needs to be bottled before it eats through the cast iron cauldron again. Huh, imagine those party-pooper Child Protection people thinking that her innocent elderflower cordial wasn't suitable for children's parties. OK, a bull passed out from the caldron fumes, but the children slept ever so well over the next few hours. Days. Erm, week.

Some people have no appreciation for alternative parenting.
 
* Somehow finds himself riding the bulldozer*

Uh oh.


Thor Damar stands framed in the entrance to his public house, his noble countenance twisted into shock as he watches his bartender ride the out of control bulldozer. His eyes widener further upon realizing the current direction of said machine.

"Deranged Nasat, stoppp..."


There is a loud cashing sound as if a building had been stuck by a errant construction vehicle.

Then silence
 
Can someone help me count my cats. A lady from the welfare turned up and asked me how many I had. I counted Leo, Stripe, Miss Chicken, and Miss Chicken's best friend Spider (total 4) but when i tried to count the others they wouldn't stay still. I told her I had 28 but she says there are more than that. Not sure, if it is any business of hers. My house is clean - I pay my cleaning lady to see to that.
 
Ziyal stops by the Crazy Cat Lady's house to help. With the two of them working together, they can move the cats from one room to another as they count them. They start by putting Stripe, Miss Chicken and Spider in a third room. Ziyal suggests that they keep Leo w/ them; he may be able to help.

Two hours later, they've counted 27 cats (including the original four), and Leo is prowling around the house and yard to make sure no one is missing. He comes back carrying a small gray tabby by the scruff... CCL was right -- 28.

Wait a minute, where's Leo? A few minutes later, he shows up w/ what they think for a moment is the same gray tabby. But, no, CCL is holding the first one. Looks like she's got tabby twins. Leo deposits the second tabby on the floor and settles down to groom himself. Mission accomplished, apparently.

Twenty-nine kitties, CCL. You've got twenty-nine. And, btw, your house is remarkably fresh-smelling and clean.
 
Hours have passed since the unfortunate accident that wrecked Thor's that excellent bar and emporium. Suddenly a pile of bricks start to move and without warning a bloodied fist punches through the detritus. Emerging from the wreckage of the lamented pub is a proud yet wounded figure.

Thor Damar raises his head and lets loose a roar of pain and intermingled triumph, after which he looks around in confusion, gently swaying and blinking rapidly. Since noone has come to his aid during the last few hours he feels out of sorts and sets off to find that nice new doctor.

"At least there where no spirits left that might have caused an explosion" he thought, making a mental note to thank his young employee for his absent minded help and to properly 'thank' him for that lovely piece of interior designing earlier.

"Millennium hand and Shrimp"

As he walks off into the darkness his laughter echos across the street...
 
*construction crew arrives on scene and rebuilds bar exactly the way it was before*

*alcohol delivery service stocks shelves and storeroom*

*CLOSED* sign lights up... awaiting the return of the Bartender.
 
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