Don't you own the Deli? I know I ordered a sandwich from there half an hour ago!
Miscellaneous Street - The Soap Opera
- Thread starter Miss Chicken
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Don't you own the Deli? I know I ordered a sandwich from there half an hour ago!
And I've been here in this frakking line for 27 minutes!
Just don't start throwing things please - that goes for all of you!
I don't like coffee anyway - just checking up for potential patients. I suppose you could call it doing the rounds?
*leaves the sandwich by the back door, grabs his coffee, and heads over to RJ's*
The usual time comes, and passes. There is no sign of Daniel. Misc Street enjoys it's first quiet night since Jenee cast her spell.
The Obsidian Order is very good at faking identities. And killing people. And raising them up as Zombies. Well, I'm not sure about that last one, but it's a reasonable extrapolation.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.
Son of a gun....
Sure, sure. I can do that. Books aren't quite fully sorted yet, but I happen to have a copy of the infamous tome Slasrever Lleps by the Mad Monk Seamus McMurphy on the break room table. It's in the original Celtic.
Hmm. I'm thirsty. I wonder if the Coffee Shop sells Tea.
* RJ suddenly sees Ice coming and wonders what's up. *
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
*an out of control Happy Fun Ball (accelerated to dangerous speeds) blasts through the night and smacks into a person on the sidewalk in front of the coffee shop. It splits open and a strange glowing substance oozes out... and begins to smoke*
Thor Damar staggers home after a long drinking session with his possibly evil half brother Loki Entek when he spots the crashed Happy Fun Ball hurtling towards him.
"Oh no, not again..."
"Oh no, not again..."
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
Thor Damar tries to stand up but he keeps slipping on the strange liquid that covers him. His whole body is in terrible pain and he feels...odd.
He turns to Flashover and asks in some deep unknown fear:
"What just happened? and what is this stuff?"
He turns to Flashover and asks in some deep unknown fear:
"What just happened? and what is this stuff?"
"Oh, so what happens now?"
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
"Nothing really. Go home and shower off. What ever you do... and this is of VITAL IMPORTANCE... Are you listening to me? Good.
DO NOT TAUNT HAPPY FUN BALL.
Do you understand me?"
Thor Damar looks Flashover straight in the eye as his whole continuance changes. No longer his he the shambolic figure that wondered down the empty street, instead he is firm of stature and his eyes shine with an inner light.
"Outer space eh? My contacts will find that most interesting, most interesting indeed!"
He pulls out a receptacle and spoons a sample of the mystery substance into it. He then gets out his mobile and walks off dialing a number, flashing a sinister smile at the world.
"Oh yes, I'll never taunt the happy super fun ball."
Flips a salute to Flashover
"Good night."
"Outer space eh? My contacts will find that most interesting, most interesting indeed!"
He pulls out a receptacle and spoons a sample of the mystery substance into it. He then gets out his mobile and walks off dialing a number, flashing a sinister smile at the world.
"Oh yes, I'll never taunt the happy super fun ball."
Flips a salute to Flashover
"Good night."
Flashover
Lieutenant Commander
What an odd fellow. Reminds me of of one those Cardassian fellows I met near Bajor.
Well hopefully that Deranged Asshat has the warehouse cleaned up by now. Hopefully we don't have anymore escape before the ship-date.
Well hopefully that Deranged Asshat has the warehouse cleaned up by now. Hopefully we don't have anymore escape before the ship-date.
These two odd men Deranged Nasat works for are starting to worry him. There isn't too much brain in here and most of the working parts are in a booze-and-drugs haze anyway, but slowly it's beginning to dawn on him that these are dangerous people. Maybe - though he never would've believed it until now - maybe worse than the Gov'ment itself.
Bugrit.
If it gets too bad, he may have to cross the moors again to another town. That would be a shame. He was starting to like it here.
For now, he earns his keep by cleaning the pub. And he'll drop by the orphans later with some scraps he found in a dustbin. Poor souls.
Bugrit.
If it gets too bad, he may have to cross the moors again to another town. That would be a shame. He was starting to like it here.
For now, he earns his keep by cleaning the pub. And he'll drop by the orphans later with some scraps he found in a dustbin. Poor souls.
Hippy Lady, who hasn't come across a Happy Fun Ball (yet), wakes up in a good mood. BobJohnGeorge, or whatever his name was, had left a few days ago, but that didn't mean that Hippy Lady's bed wasn't shared by another. After all, isn't comforting the angry and depressed a neighbourly thing to do?
"Good morning...Daniel".
"Good morning...Daniel".