Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
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Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
The sex?
Yes yes who am I and what am I doing in your house. I'll just be going then. Good day. Carry on carry on.
Hmmm. Randomly finding himself in a strange place, wearing strange clothes, handling dead animals, and with no clue how he got there. Just like old times. This brings back some fond gaps-in-his-memories.
There's booze here though, and the possibility of money to buy more booze. That's good enough.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
"Good work. When you get done tossing those puppies in the mixer I have a dozen orphans I need chopped up down in the dungeon. Once I get the mixture just right we can start molding the Happy Fun Balls for Wal-Mart."
There might be a problem. Manhandling people and grasping at them with dirty hands is one thing (they pay you to make you go away) but chopping children into pieces rarely makes people want to give you money.
Also, children grow up into responsible members of society. Responsible members of society get money. Deranged Nasat begs for their money to buy booze. Eventually he dies of liver failure and children poke his body with sticks. That's the circle of life. Chopping children up means there's no responsible members of society to give money to the tramp community.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
"These are orphans. Children without parents. Normally this is not a problem as SOMEONE usually adopts them.
However these are the ugly ones that no one loves. We're actually doing the community a service by doing this. We make room for more cute orphans this way.
Plus the orphanage pays us $200 a pound to get rid of them, so there is plenty of money for booze."
I don't. How do you know your friend isn't a Romulan?
Several local ordinances appear to be being broken here.
I was hospitalized because of you, sent mad because you didn't think of what might happen when your spell kicked in and you weren't there for me, insitiutionalized, kidnapped and tortured for hours by a maniac in a shed, I have nerve damage in my shoulder from when you fell on me from the bedroom window, it hurts to sit down ever since I fought that zombie to protect you and, I wasn't gonna say anything, but the hearing in my right ear is crappy ever since Kirsten had to remove the shards of crystal from the vase YOU threw at my head!
And what's up with a total commitment-phobe like yourself putting a spell like that on me, anyway??!
*angry* *furious*
I don't. How do you know your friend isn't a Romulan?
Partly because of the context in which I met him. And partly because I had a thorough background investigation done. Can't be too careful these days.
The mail came early today, and I've finally got my visa. What a relief!
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I was hospitalized because of you, sent mad because you didn't think of what might happen when your spell kicked in and you weren't there for me, insitiutionalized, kidnapped and tortured for hours by a maniac in a shed, I have nerve damage in my shoulder from when you fell on me from the bedroom window, it hurts to sit down ever since I fought that zombie to protect you and, I wasn't gonna say anything, but the hearing in my right ear is crappy ever since Kirsten had to remove the shards of crystal from the vase YOU threw at my head!
Well, none of that was ever supposed to happen. It was just to keep you off the streets and re-direct your ... energy.
How was I supposed to know you'd propose marriage?!? You weren't supposed to do that! The spell was only about sex! Nothing else!!!
And now you know how posh lady is going to feel when you start fucking with her free will and manipulating her emotions.
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
Jenee said:
Well, if that's all I am to you... all I ever was to you... and if I can't even trust my own thoughts and feelings... I'll just have to go do something about that, won't I?
*gets dressed, grabs Soda, storms out, drops Soda off at Hippy Lady's place again ("Believe me, he's better off here right now"), marches over to RJ's bookstore...*
"RJ..."
*dramatic music builds, like the end of "Best of Both Worlds" part 1 where Riker says "Mr. Worf...fire"*
"...I need you to reverse a spell for me."
*dramatic music climax!*
Jenee furiously works through the day at the coffee shop. If she appears less than the friendly person she usually is, none of her patrons have mentioned it - yet.
"What do you mean you ordered Cinnamon Doce Latte and not a Espresso Con Panna? And I don't care if Daniel knows your order before you make it! Daniel's not here right now!"
"No, Mrs. Hippie Lady, I did not know that Daniel dropped little Soda off over there. I am here and you can send him home if he's too much trouble."
"What do you mean you ordered Cinnamon Doce Latte and not a Espresso Con Panna? And I don't care if Daniel knows your order before you make it! Daniel's not here right now!"
"No, Mrs. Hippie Lady, I did not know that Daniel dropped little Soda off over there. I am here and you can send him home if he's too much trouble."
It's OK, Jenee, Soda can stay with me while you're running the cafe. You look a bit frazzled. Is anything wrong? Can I help you balance your inner karma to regain peace and happiness? Shall I get some incense and crystals? Will Daniel be joining us?
You want me to do WHAT with my latte?
*walks out in a huff*
You want me to do WHAT with my latte?
*walks out in a huff*
*Is nearly run into by the Hippie Lady as he walks into the coffee shop. Watches Jenee throw a coffee cup at another customer*.
Hi, can I get a peppermint mocha and a caramel macciato?
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No, I am not taking a "fucking latte", I want what the hell I ordered.
Hi, can I get a peppermint mocha and a caramel macciato?
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No, I am not taking a "fucking latte", I want what the hell I ordered.
Kirsten glances at the clock on the wall one final time before decided to call it quits for the day - where have the last couple of patients been? I hate people who don't turn up for their appointments! It's now 6.50pm so she locks the surgery up and heads to the bar, looking for some company since she sent the receptionist home at the usual finishing time, nearly 2 hours ago.
"Yo, barkeep?"
"Yo, barkeep?"
Coming, coming, had to wash dead puppy guts off my hands. Mumble mumble. Jobs are hard work.
Take yr'order?
Yes, I'll take a Baileys please. Thank you.
Here you are.
Nasty business with all those burns from the coffee shop, aint it? I hear she threw a chair at someone, too.
Burns at the coffee shop? When did that happen?