Tables, Dances, and Poles, oh my!

[scrape_medic]

^10,000th post in tables who
:woohoo:

[abbadon]

WOO WHO!!!!!

[scrape_medic]

:roflmao:

[trinamick]

:lol

[BrowderChick]

:roflmao: :rollin: :lol

WHOO WHO!!!! :D:D

[BrowderChick]

You should check out the pees in shower thread! :eek: :O
:lol Kurt, you should read the ENTIRE pees thread. You would be running scared. :innocent:

[scrape_medic]

BC is your AIM working.......mine won't connect...hmm

[BrowderChick]

Yeah mine is working. :lol Didnt have it turned on though.

[BrowderChick]

You might have to actually "end" it first before you can try to start it up again. Ive had that happen. :dunno:

[BrowderChick]

I really should get my daily junk done before I post some more. :D:D

[who45]

^10,000th post in tables who
:woohoo: :curtsey: and I didn't even realize it :lol

[who45]

WOO WHO!!!!! :rollin:...just when I had forgotten about penguins. :D

[who45]

Who watched from the chair as BC left the room. She seemed different somehow. The first thing she had noticed about the woman when she had first arrived with the others, was that she seemed frail....as if she could hardly stand on her own two feet.Another thing she had noticed, was that the woman seemed to be in intense pain. But now she appeared stronger and no longer in pain. She then remembered the liquid grinner had told the others to drink. She herself had not needed it since she was only half human. She did not get tired or feel pain as easily as the others did. She still had to chuckle to herself, trying to imagine that small wisp of a woman fighting what lay ahead of them. If she knew what they were going to soon face, she would probably run screaming. But looks could be deceiving as she knew first hand. She hoped that BC would be able to hold her own because what they would all have to face will not be an easy task.

'Out!' She looked up to see grinner standing behind her motioning for her to vacate his chair. Rolling her eyes, and with a frustrated sigh, she got up and went back to her place beside the computer.

'Can we get on with this now?' she asked turning to the computer screen. As abb nodded in agreement, grinner pressed the play button once again.

[scrape_medic]

Oooohhhhh...... :signbravo: he he he

[BrowderChick]

:clap:

That was awesome :aok:

[shadowshiv]

Ahh, you're hooked now aren't you shadowshiv :lol :D

Oh yes! This is a very fun forum. Nice people, too. :)

[shadowshiv]

^10,000th post in tables who
:woohoo:

I can't believe it! If I had...only...posted...one...more...time! *gasp* *shock* *amaze*! :eek: :O :(

[shadowshiv]

:lol Kurt, you should read the ENTIRE pees thread. You would be running scared. :innocent:

In any event, he would have had something "running" down his leg after reading that! :eek: ;)

[shadowshiv]

:curtsey: and I didn't even realize it :lol

Well, I guess it was better that a verteran of this Board had gotten it than a newbie like myself anyhow. Seems more fitting. :D :)

Congratulations, who45! :cool:

[shadowshiv]

Who watched from the chair as BC left the room. She seemed different somehow. The first thing she had noticed about the woman when she had first arrived with the others, was that she seemed frail....as if she could hardly stand on her own two feet.Another thing she had noticed, was that the woman seemed to be in intense pain. But now she appeared stronger and no longer in pain. She then remembered the liquid grinner had told the others to drink. She herself had not needed it since she was only half human. She did not get tired or feel pain as easily as the others did. She still had to chuckle to herself, trying to imagine that small wisp of a woman fighting what lay ahead of them. If she knew what they were going to soon face, she would probably run screaming. But looks could be deceiving as she knew first hand. She hoped that BC would be able to hold her own because what they would all have to face will not be an easy task.

'Out!' She looked up to see grinner standing behind her motioning for her to vacate his chair. Rolling her eyes, and with a frustrated sigh, she got up and went back to her place beside the computer.

'Can we get on with this now?' she asked turning to the computer screen. As abb nodded in agreement, grinner pressed the play button once again.

Good job. Really good, actually. :cool: :)

[who45]

Thank you shadowshiv :)

[who45]

I can't believe it! If I had...only...posted...one...more...time! *gasp* *shock* *amaze*! :eek: :O :(My plan worked:elol:...er...umm I mean...awww too bad. :D

[BrowderChick]

:lol

[scrape_medic]

"That's us then" said Scrape, as she looked around the room at the emsemble of the oddments of humantiy gathered there; all now were kitted up with armour and weapons. BC, now, finally having changed into something more fittting for fighting, seemed more capable of defending herself than at any time Scrape had known the woman. Since the time that the SAS had been asked to investigate the disappearance of one of the Big O's undercover operatives, and she had first met with her when she popped up in the middle of Hampshire, right out of the blue as it were, BC had always semed to Scrape to be lost and confused. Now she showed determination and willing, to fight alongside the others here.

Scrape smiled inwardly, she didn't know if they would succeed in their battle, but every contribution was going to count. The cowpoke still held on doggedly to his elephant gun, but had added a few large rifle like objects to his collection; with them slung over his shoulder he kept close to the girls with a look of determination to protect. Agent Frun equally had a small arsenal attatched to himself in one way or another, a big lazer like weapon, some smaller hand guns and a collection of grenades, the use and effect of which were not entirely clear from their description on the placards. Kathleen had joined BC with some of the smaller weapons, and, Scrape noted had not stopped at one or two, but seemed to have them stuffed into her clothing in every available pocket and niche. Scrape herself, more used to close combat with her teaspoon, chose a sword that resembled a samauri's, but looking closely at the designs on the handle saw that it was definately not oriental in origin. To that she added a lightweight rifle with a collapsable stock, one extra hand gun and a couple of grenades, and along with the clips of ammunition hoped that would be enough. She doubted it, but then they really were not sure what it was they were to face yet. If they had half a chance, this was it, if not they were doomed already.

"Right then," she said to no one in particular.

"Right," replied Frun.

"Yeah right," added LL.

"Hmm," mumbled BC.

"Now what?" finished Kathleen.

"Err.....I guess someone better find the others." answered BC, "they were in the room down the corridor, third door on the right."

Scrape wanted to make sure that Abb was okay, that grinner and who were not in some plot together and had already caused harm to him. She still did not trust the Demon Knight and as for Who, having dealt with the womans mother in the past, Scrape felt she could trust her not farther than she could throw her. "I'll go" she volunteered.

Leaving the others to get themselves acquainted with their chosen weapons, she made off down the corridor. Reaching the door to the room where BC said Abb, grinner and Who were located, she noted the door was slightly ajar and hearing voices coming from within, she decided to listen for a while, before making her presence known. 'Old agent tricks, die hard' she mused.

She could hear Who berating the Demon Knight for wasting time and Abb trying to calm her down and let the man get to the point in his own time. Looking through the crack in the door she could see them gathered around a video display. They seemed intent on studying this and Abb especially seemed very surprised by what he saw, "I still can't belive that is my old professor, old Harcourt-Smith, the sly old devil." As he said this he turned briefly away, hand to his face deep in relfection. Before he turned back, Scrape had managed to grab a glimpse of the screen and on it saw the picture of the man to whom Abb was refering. From this distance she could not be sure, but if that was Harcourt-Smith, not only had she heard of the man from Abb but she had seen him too.

Scrape staggered back catching the wall behind her before she fell over. Breathing deeply she tried to remember when it was that she had seen him. Now worried that her unsteadiness would draw attention, she moved off down the corridor, she need to think.

Reaching the elevator, she pressed the button and waited until the door opened before stepping inside. This was a quiet place, somewhere she could think without disturbance. Pressing a random buttom, the lift began to move down.

"Where was it?" she wracked her brain. With the enhancements that the liquid had made, there were so many thoughts running through her mind it was hard to focus on the one she wanted. Words began to pop up, random words at first: shiney, tree, darkness, candles, ribbons, church, straw, mince pies and home! It began to form a picture, the scene came together; her fathers home, the dark of the winter, returning from church were the crib filled with straw held a rather bad plastic doll, entering the house on christmas morning after midnight mass, running in to the drawing room where the tree stood adorned with tinsel and shiney glass baubles, candles burning atop the mantle peice where red socks waited to be filled by the recipient of the mince pies, carrots and glass of sherry placed there too. She was ten, and remembered that there was one less sock there this year. Her mother had died, and now her father was her only family. He had promised to make this a special christmas and had so far kept his promise.

Scrape had knelt down in front of the fireplace and leaning forward onto her hands had been looking up the chimeny to see if she could see Santa coming down when Mrs. Everton, the house keeper, had entered the room. "A gentleman has called to see you sir" she said to Scrapes father, "and young lady it is time for you to go to bed."

"Where is he?" asked her dad. "The study," she replied, and with that her father moved swiftly towards the door. Scrape, remembered that he had not asked who it was, or why anyone should call at this time of the night, or even on this night in particular. Resignedly, Scrape had gone with Mrs. Everton to get ready for bed. Having changed and brushed her teeth, Mrs Everton informed her that her father would have to leave, and he wanted to say goodnight to her before she went to bed.

She ran down the stairs and knocked on the door to the study, waited a few seconds then entered without being called. Her fathers faced seemed angry and resigned at the same time, and as she looked around she saw the man who had come to call, the same man that abb was now calling his professor.

Scrapes father may have mentioned his name at the time, but she was too upset to remember little details like that. He had introduced her to the man and she had politely gone over and offered her hand. He recieved her gesture and said, "So this is young Scrapes" and smiled. "Yes" she replied rather indignantly, but who was he, this man who was going to ruin her christmas. She turned and ran to her father "You'll be back by the morning, won't you Dad?" she asked. "I'll try Button, I'll try."

He wasn't, in fact he did not return till after the New years!

Scrape was once more confused by all this. Coming back to this time, she looked out of the lift door that had now opened. She looked up to see what floor she had pressed the button for, staggered that she had gone down 48 out of the fifty floors of this place. "bloody hell!" she muttered to herself, "fifty floors!" Stepping outside for a while she looked into some of the rooms, training rooms, operation centres, medical facilities, they were all there. Going back to the lift, she checked on a few other floors and found accomodation and conference rooms. Some doors were locked, others left wide open, some rooms were neat and tidy, others looked liked they had been vacated in a hurry. Scrape began to realise that grinner had not always been a man on his own, that he had been, instead, part of a vast army, but this deserted loaction suggested that he may have been the last one to survive.

Once more in the lift she returned back to the ground floor. She walked back down the corridor and as she passed the room where Abb, grinner and Who where, she knocked and said, "we're ready." Not waiting for a reply, instead just flashing Abb a looked to convey how worried she was, and 'what in the hell had you dragged us all into' she continued back to the others in the armoury.

As she walked back in the armoury, the others looked round at her. One by one, their voices fell silent as they realised that something was definatley not right.

Knowing now that the vast army that had lived here before had not been able to complete the destruction of the demons in the portal, she looked around at the very few people gathered here and said, "We need more weapons!"

[abbadon]

:book:...:thud: :thud: :thud: ......

:applaud: :applaud: :applaud: ...


:highfive: :beer: :bowdown:............. :frontrow:

[scrape_medic]

Get ya pen out.......:lol

[abbadon]

Bet you say that to all the boys... :innocent:

[norweigan_scaper]

crikey abbadon, now i can't get that song out of me head! :D

[scrape_medic]

:eek: No, not all of them.......just certain ones.........:P

you want a sweetie little girl...
Nah, get your pen out ......

[abbadon]

you want a sweetie little girl...
Nah, get your pen out ......


:rollin:

[grinner]

Once more sitting down in his seat before the computer, grinner linked the computer to the larger screen so that the three could watch without straining. He noticed scrape listening in to the professor’s comments about The Doctor… and when she leaned away from the door, he sealed it.

‘I grow tired of these interruptions’ stated grinner, ‘this should prevent interruptions.’

Locking the doors, he continued the first document. The video was a brief of what grinner already knew… how the Doctor and his group discovered the plans of Them and what they intended to do about it. The really interesting part of it, for grinner, was when the group arrived on his homeworld and how he was brought into it. The file was recorded as a log… and in it, the Doctor was very specific of why he drafted grinner.

‘Upon arrival on Hetset 3, we spent 4 years looking over the development of the people that lived there. It is of our opinion, that the inhabitants are superbly adapted for the final plan. Their bone structure is the densest we have ever encountered and their muscle mass will work well with the alterations that are required.
‘It appears that we have finally found what we have been searching for, since Dr. Ryan stole the information from his former wife. If only he had been able to secure his daughter… but alas, that wasn’t to be.
‘But the inhabitants of Hetset 3 are more similar in build to Them that we think that Hetsetians might be distantly related to Them. We have found a perfect host couple and have done genetic modifications to their offspring while it is still in the womb. Dr. Ryan is of the opinion that with these modifications, this child could be the fulfillment of the Plan.’

The files skip a number of years or something may have corrupted the file.

‘The subject is now 18 years old… and has adapted well to our project. They have arrived on the planet and we may have to abandon it for Earth. But we can’t let Them know what we did or are doing, so the council has decided that this planet and colony should never exist. We have taken a piece of the planet to use as an anchor for the Subject and will implant it before the termination starts. The plan is to go back 1.8 million years and cause the planet to be absorbed by its sun. This will in effect cause everything we have learned and done to not have occurred. But we have saved a few of the computer networks that were developed on the planet and the Subject by attaching them to the piece of the planet that has been inserted into the Subject. As long as A piece of the planet is still in existence, the Subject will survive.’

With that, the video file ends, leaving Abb and who glancing at each other in shock… while the man known as grinner looks on in stunned silence.

‘That isn’t what I was told… I was told that They destroyed the planet to take away the discoveries we had made… I was in my early 20’s when the planet was destroyed… I don’t know how many hundreds of years ago. This can’t be…’

‘What other reasons could there be?’ asked Abb. ‘The explanation has to be in the other files. We need to know why the man that I know as my Professor, and who you know as the Doctor wanted us to see these files. There has to be a reason.’

‘And I want to know more about this Dr. Ryan… is he my father? Am I the daughter that they reference being saddened by not getting me to come along?’

‘This is disturbing… but I need to know.’ grinner says while clicking on the next file.

[abbadon]

:frontrow:...

[scrape_medic]

Shove over abb.......:frontrow:

[who45]

Once more sitting down in his seat before the computer, grinner linked the computer to the larger screen so that the three could watch without straining. He noticed scrape listening in to the professor’s comments about The Doctor… and when she leaned away from the door, he sealed it.

‘I grow tired of these interruptions’ stated grinner, ‘this should prevent interruptions.’

Locking the doors, he continued the first document. The video was a brief of what grinner already knew… how the Doctor and his group discovered the plans of Them and what they intended to do about it. The really interesting part of it, for grinner, was when the group arrived on his homeworld and how he was brought into it. The file was recorded as a log… and in it, the Doctor was very specific of why he drafted grinner.

‘Upon arrival on Hetset 3, we spent 4 years looking over the development of the people that lived there. It is of our opinion, that the inhabitants are superbly adapted for the final plan. Their bone structure is the densest we have ever encountered and their muscle mass will work well with the alterations that are required.
‘It appears that we have finally found what we have been searching for, since Dr. Ryan stole the information from his former wife. If only he had been able to secure his daughter… but alas, that wasn’t to be.
‘But the inhabitants of Hetset 3 are more similar in build to Them that we think that Hetsetians might be distantly related to Them. We have found a perfect host couple and have done genetic modifications to their offspring while it is still in the womb. Dr. Ryan is of the opinion that with these modifications, this child could be the fulfillment of the Plan.’

The files skip a number of years or something may have corrupted the file.

‘The subject is now 18 years old… and has adapted well to our project. They have arrived on the planet and we may have to abandon it for Earth. But we can’t let Them know what we did or are doing, so the council has decided that this planet and colony should never exist. We have taken a piece of the planet to use as an anchor for the Subject and will implant it before the termination starts. The plan is to go back 1.8 million years and cause the planet to be absorbed by its sun. This will in effect cause everything we have learned and done to not have occurred. But we have saved a few of the computer networks that were developed on the planet and the Subject by attaching them to the piece of the planet that has been inserted into the Subject. As long as A piece of the planet is still in existence, the Subject will survive.’

With that, the video file ends, leaving Abb and who glancing at each other in shock… while the man known as grinner looks on in stunned silence.

‘That isn’t what I was told… I was told that They destroyed the planet to take away the discoveries we had made… I was in my early 20’s when the planet was destroyed… I don’t know how many hundreds of years ago. This can’t be…’

‘What other reasons could there be?’ asked Abb. ‘The explanation has to be in the other files. We need to know why the man that I know as my Professor, and who you know as the Doctor wanted us to see these files. There has to be a reason.’

‘And I want to know more about this Dr. Ryan… is he my father? Am I the daughter that they reference being saddened by not getting me to come along?’

‘This is disturbing… but I need to know.’ grinner says while clicking on the next file. Very good grinner. :applaud:

[shadowshiv]

Thank you shadowshiv :)

You're welcome. :)

[shadowshiv]

My plan worked:elol:...er...umm I mean...awww too bad. :D

Maybe I'll be able to get the 20 000th post? ;) :D

[shadowshiv]

Bet you say that to all the boys... :innocent:

That isn't from that "milkshake" song, is it? :eek: :( :eek:

[norweigan_scaper]

it's the first line to a meatloaf song . . . who's name eludes me

[abbadon]

Whilst grinner and Who began to load the following files Abb excused himself Briefly....

"Back soon chaps....do carry on.....although not in a Sid James , Hattie Jacques kind of way"...smirked Abb...

Greeted again by utter silence and a complete lack of understanding , Abb once again failed to learn when to drop things....


"Carry on...Sid.. HARG HARg harg jamesss...".....
Oh for gods sake.....A life spanning hundreds of years and numerous planets and beings and neither of these two had ever sat through A single frame of Carry on up the Khyber..Muttered Abb to himself...

I think you'll want to watch the following Professor said grinner flatly turning back to the screen..

"I'm sure I will...And I shall upon my return....But I wish to check on my companions" said Abb wondering about the wellbeing of scrape and the others...........".and as you yourself said...We need to study these files..........prepare............we cant go running in blindly guns a blaze........That doesnt work...That DIDN"T work...."replied Abb studying the intent figure of grinner and the silent but studious Who...
"I believe we''ll be spending the night."..he continued
.
What about the portal at the manor..we must.. started grinner

"It's not a concern"..interjected Abbadon..." That doorway was the mearest hint of what you would call a portal....And we could only sustain it temporaily..with the scrying crystal and the Advent Of BC's untapped Knowledge...

Then Why risk opening it at all..why alert them..asked grinner getting visibly angry

"Aha!" said Abb raising his finger to his lips in a shh moition........."For me to Know "........Abb replied Whimsically as he turned His back to the Demon Knight and Strode Toward the door without a further Word...

Noticing the Demon Knight was Furious at been kept in the Dark..His fists clenching..temple throbbing..Veins a plenty and yet making No Movement to Stop the Professor , Who became curious and placed her arm out across the doorway blocking the Exit........Looking Abb Up and down she leaned toward him in a way Abb felt was more Threatening than Anything grinner had subjected him to ...and she whispered...

So...Whats your game then..? as she stood back slowly and fixed the professor with a most feline of grins...

"*Ahem."..coughed Abb.."Cricket..I have a mean googly and a Knack for Nurdles"..Mumbled Abb As he shuffled Nervously Past the Assassin...

As he made his way down the corridor he stopped to gather his sense's...right....he thought breathing a deep breath... time to tell the others ...looking back towards the room he had just left he wondered how they would take the news...No-one had asked him why they had opened the link to the Chaos Dimension..no one till grinner and he was the one person Abb couldn't tell yet......but the others....it was time...

[abbadon]

For BC..

[scrape_medic]

Oooooh I do like twists.......:signbravo: :clap: :clap:

[grinner]

While waiting for Abb to return, grinner went thru some of the other data on the hard drive. The next few files were basic outlines of what modifications that Grinadel had done to himself, but he was amazed at the amount of information the Doctor had discovered.

'You did that to yourself?' asked Who when the file on muscle replacement came up. 'How much has that affected you sense of balance?'

'You would be surprised, not very much. Because my bone structure is more dense than a standard human, it can handle the increased loads. Now that I have read what the group did to me whilst I was in the womb, I can see how that has actually made it stronger than it would normally have been.
'I thought all these changes that I had done were done on my time table... but it appears that everything was done on the Doctor's order. It amazes me now that I see it looking back on it, that the information that I was following thru was actually coming from the Doctor. I wonder what his eventual plan it.'

With that thought, he clicks onto the next file. This one contains a detailed plan and diagram of all of the attempts to close the gate permanently and to defeat Them. From the first time that the Doctor had met Dr. Ryan and his "Wife", to when the Doctor and Dr. Ryan stole the time travel ability from his "Wife's" people, to the gathering of all the people who were involved, until the last attempt that the demon knight had failed in. It even had a detailed account of the woman named Who, and how she had received the information that lead to the two year incarceration of grinner.

'Wow,' stated Who, 'I had no idea that my actions had been planned so far back.'

'I know, I feel like I had been played for centuries... that every move I made had been planned out without my knowledge, that I had absolutely no free will.
'My previous attempts, my conflicts with, now I know, you and your Mother...'

The next link showed a very young Abb, going thru school... and then a meeting with some man that neither of them recognized... until a little girl showed up on screen and was mentioned as 'Little Scrape'. Looking at each other... both the assassin and the demon knight were stunned.

'How does she fit into this. I swear that before today, I had never even known of her existence' wondered grinner aloud.

'I as well have never met her before today, and I will tell you, that I don't trust her.' answered Who.

'The others as well,' remarked grinner, 'the ones that came later. In the thousands of attempts at closing the gate on this planet... the only ones I have met before are Abb, the one called Frun, his fem BC... and LL. But of those... LL is the one that I had met only twice before... and in both, he dies early. I typically kill Frun and his fem when they get in my way... and Abb... well... the less he knows of what typically happens to him, the better it is for him... if you understand me.'

There is a moment of silence as Who regards the demon knight. Several thought run thru her head as things that he has hinted at... and things that were described on the computer collided with her memories. At how her mother always seemed upset when something went wrong and they had to move their operation to another one of the Gates... how once they would leave a world... they would never return.

'How many gates have you closed? How many are left?' asked Who finally.

'Do you really want to know... do you want the truth?'

'Yes, I want to know. I know that we have fought many times before, from the files I now know that it was you all along that I was fighting along side my Mother... it was always you who forced us to leave bases of operations, to go to other GateWorlds. I want to know.'

'I, myself, have closed 100 GateWorlds. I know that before I joined up, the group had managed to close 9. The Doctor was aware of 110 GateWorlds... but we could never know how many there were. The last 30 GateWorlds I have closed by myself... as that was when the last original member of the team died. Now from the information on this file, I know that this is the last one. The last Gate. Which would explain why I have had so much trouble closing them. The last few Gates that I have closed have be consistently harder to close. This one, I have attempted to close... I can't remember how many times. I was starting to think that I would never be able to close it. You were getting closer to finding me... and then when you caught me... I knew everything was over. I was looking forward to dying. But I was amazed when I wasn't killed. I know now that it was all part of the Doctors plan... but I still don't know what your role is... and why you didn't kill me.'

'What my role is? I don't know. But why I didn't kill you... that is a very difficult reason.

[scrape_medic]

:clap: :clap: :clap: well done grinner....the story unfolds....or gets more twists.....or something.
:lol

[scrape_medic]

As Scrape waited with the others for the return of Abb, grinner and Who, waited for them to come and tell them what it was they had to face, the reason why they had geared themselves up with so much weaponry and protection, she wandered about the armoury listlessly watching the others. A silence had dropped over the room since she had told of the vast underground facility and its implications. Even Fruns initial eagernees to go and fight demons, right away, seemed to have dwindled, and like the rest he sat on the floor propped up against wall fiddling with his weapon.

Scrapes meanderings took her to the medical bay. Some of the items in the room were familiar to Scrape, others not, and though she tried to figure out thier purposes, her mind was not truely focused on what was in front of her. Instead she thought once more of her father. "You knew all about this, didn't ya dad?!" she wispered. "You have been working with this group all along, ever since that man showed up that christmas, thats why you wanted me in the SAS," and the more she thought about it, the more sense it made, "you knew about the Professor before I ever worked with him, you knew Harcourt-Smith or the Doctor, or whatever his name is, you probably even knew about everyone else here." she hung her head down, "Why did you not tell me? What secrets were you keeping?"

That was the 'design' she had been seeking, the reason she was here. "Why me? Why any of us?" Thinking that these mere mortals had very little chance against these demons, it seemed to Scrape to be a very poor choice right now.

A noise from the next room, broke her train of thoughts. Hearing Abb's voice ask "Where's Scrape?" she resisted the urge to run to him and demand an explanation. He knew alot more than he was letting on. Instead he appeared at the door, standing tall and strong, framed in the light from the armoury, what little that was. Why did she find it so hard to stay mad with him? She wanted to accuse him, to tell him it was his fault she was here, that she could be on a paradise island right now with a Stan-bot at her beck and call; but she couldn't stay angry for long. He in turn just looked at her, a look that said, 'yeah I know, I wish we weren't here either, "fate and the Doctor, Scrape" he uttered so quietly, almost apologetically, that scrape barely heard "fate and the Doctor."

She moved towards him, placing her hand on his chest, "You are at least human, aren't you Abb?" she asked feeling the beat of his heart under her fingertips. He in turn place his right hand over hers and replied "yes scrape.....last I looked." With his other hand he felt the fabric of the shirt that scrape wore over her armour, his shirt. He looked down at her face and smiled.

"Come into the other room with me Scrape, there is something that I have to tell you all."

[grinner]

hmm... where is that going to turn... interesting

[scrape_medic]

You think I know!!!.....:lol

[BrowderChick]

Whose turn is it next? :frontrow:

[Kurt_eh]

As long as it doesn't go this way:

STORY:

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.

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(second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

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(Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

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(Gary)

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty, the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

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(Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

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(Gary)

Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have camomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."

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(Rebecca)

Asshole.

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(Gary)

Bitch.

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(Rebecca)

Wanker.

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(Gary)

Slut.

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(Rebecca)

Get f****d.

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(Gary)

Eat s**t.

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(Rebecca)

F*** YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!

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(Gary)

Go drink some tea - whore.

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(Teacher)

A+ - I really liked this one.

[BrowderChick]

:dunno: Huh?

[Kurt_eh]

It's just an old email joke that filtered its way to me not too long ago...

[BrowderChick]

Oh ok. :)

[Kurt_eh]

I just thought, hey, this is a similarily written sort of story (ie different chapter by different people). We don't want it going the way that other one did... ;)

[who45]

'Why didn't I kill you?'...Who paused for a minute. All the information she had just learned...memories and thoughts of her father were still going thru her head. The day she received the information about where the Demon Knight would be so she could take him down seemed so long ago....even the most cautious person developed a pattern, and what she learned by having followed him, was that once a week he would go to a small, out of the way store and stock up on supplies. After "detaining" the gum popping store clerk...she donned her disguise and took the clerks place. Her intentions where to follow him after he had left the store to find out where he would go. After he paid for his purchases and left the store, she was halfway out the door when her cell phone began to chime. She almost ignored it, but answered it anyway. What the caller said had stopped her in her tracks...

'Who, I need you to listen to me very carefully...I have some...'

'Who is this...how do you know my name?'

'I have some information that you will find very useful. I know you have been planing on capturing the Demon Knight. I can tell you...'
Letting the door close behind her, she stepped outside and looked around...she had the feeling that she was being watched...and she did not like that feeling at all. 'What the...how did you know that....are you working with my Mother?'

'Who, stop interrupting and listen'....the voice demanded on the other end...'I have some information for you that you will find very useful. Tomorrow night at 9:12 go to this address....there you will find the Demon Knight. He will be at his most vulnerable...this is the only chance you will have at getting him...he will probably put up a fight so be ready...'

'This isn't an amateur you are talking to...I can handle myself...probably more than you even realize.' she said defensively...there was a slight chuckle on the other end..as if he knew exactly what she meant..'Yes, Who I know.' Before she could interrupt he continued...'Listen to me very carefully...he is not to be killed or harmed anymore than necessary...do you understand...'

'Look mister I don't know who...'

'Who! Do you understand...he cannot die...this is your best chance...your final chance of getting him.* You will not hear from me for...well a long time so take heed and follow my exact instructions....this is his final chance...there will be no more.' There was a beep as the caller terminated the call.

'Who?..Who!...don't zone out on me now woman.' grinner's voice brought her back to the present. She proceeded to tell him about the day the Doctor had called her. grinner leaned forward in his chair....'Well we know he had all that planned.'He was getting rather annoyed that she was not getting to the point. They already had established that the Doctor had planned it all.

'No...there was something else that he said...just before he hung up. He said that this was your final chance...what if he meant as in you've done this before. You said yourself you worked alone. Maybe this time you are not meant to do this alone. And like it or not...you need me to help you.' She said rather smugly. grinner stood up and began to pace the room...

[grinner]

:cool:

[scrape_medic]

Excellent smithers....er I mean Who......:clap: :clap: :)

[BrowderChick]

I had a post started but I fell asleep. I swear I did :D

I will have one up for tonight though. I promise.

[scrape_medic]

insert :taps foot smilie: here

[who45]

You..fell asleep...before posting in here..:gasp: :P

[Kathleen]

:signbravo to ALL the recent posts. I know I've been absent for a while, but if you could only see my life right now, you'd understand I've only had time for a couple of threads at a time before I have to run off again. :(

I'll try to post if I can, but I'm not sure what all I can do at this point in the story.

[shadowshiv]

insert :taps foot smilie: here

You mean that there is a smilie out there that FMD doesn't have?!? :eek: :D

[shadowshiv]

:signbravo to ALL the recent posts. I know I've been absent for a while, but if you could only see my life right now, you'd understand I've only had time for a couple of threads at a time before I have to run off again. :(

I'll try to post if I can, but I'm not sure what all I can do at this point in the story.

:hug: I'm here if you need to talk, Kathleen. :)

[shadowshiv]

You..fell asleep...before posting in here..:gasp: :P

The world really can be a strange place, can't it? :D

[Kathleen]

awww.. thanks, shiv!!! :D :hug:

I can't imagine NOT posting in this thread ....... *glances back over the last several days*... ermm... hmm

[shadowshiv]

awww.. thanks, shiv!!! :D :hug:

I can't imagine NOT posting in this thread ....... *glances back over the last several days*... ermm... hmm

Yes, lots of Tables and Dances, not so much Poles, though. :D ;)

And, you're welcome. :)

[who45]

Oh please..not the poles again..:eek:

[Kathleen]

We've had SOMETHING THAT RHYMES WITH "MOLE" activity?????

awww man! I always miss the good stuff..... *sigh*.....

[shadowshiv]

Oh please..not the poles again..:eek:

Poles aren't your thing? How about a :swing: ? :D

[Kathleen]

Don't poles and swinging sometimes go hand in hand? :lech:


eta: this is my 400th post!!! GO ME!!

[shadowshiv]

We've had SOMETHING THAT RHYMES WITH "MOLE" activity?????

awww man! I always miss the good stuff..... *sigh*.....

Is pole a bad word to say? :eek: ;)

[Kathleen]

:lol

Not necessarily. There were some pictures at one time though..... :eek:

[shadowshiv]

Don't poles and swinging sometimes go hand in hand? :lech:


eta: this is my 400th post!!! GO ME!!

Oh, behave!http://pages.prodigy.net/indianahawkeye/newpage03/1.gif :whip: :D

[shadowshiv]

:lol

Not necessarily. There were some pictures at one time though..... :eek:

I take it they were taken down by now? :eek:

[Kathleen]

Oh, behave!http://pages.prodigy.net/indianahawkeye/newpage03/1.gif :whip: :D


Why? I like the addage "When I"m good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm even better!!" :ewink: :lech:

[who45]

Poles aren't your thing? How about a :swing: ? :D:shhh: :D

[Kathleen]

I take it they were taken down by now? :eek:

Thankfully, yes..... Oh god, thankfully they were..

[shadowshiv]

Why? I like the addage "When I"m good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm even better!!" :ewink: :lech:

Really, now? :lech:

[shadowshiv]

Thankfully, yes..... Oh god, thankfully they were..

Was the person who did that banned from here? :eek:

[who45]

And that was a lot of editing :lol

[shadowshiv]

:shhh: :D

When I first saw your post, I thought that one smilie was a 'nose-picking' smilie! :D :eek: :O

[Kathleen]

No, they weren't banned. It was by accident, really. The person who had the image linked didn't realize that the picture on the site's end had been changed.

It was scary.

[shadowshiv]

Don't poles and swinging sometimes go hand in hand? :lech:


eta: this is my 400th post!!! GO ME!!

Congratulations on your 400th post, Kathleen! :djdisco: :disco:

[who45]

When I first saw your post, I thought that one smilie was a 'nose-picking' smilie! :D :eek: :O:rollin:

[shadowshiv]

And that was a lot of editing :lol

What editing are you talking about, who45? :)

[shadowshiv]

:rollin: :whip:

[shadowshiv]

No, they weren't banned. It was by accident, really. The person who had the image linked didn't realize that the picture on the site's end had been changed.

It was scary.

I heard about that! I guess there were a LOT of images that had to be changed. Hence the reason that hot-linking is no longer allowed here, correct? :(

[shadowshiv]

I know why mine was blank(heh!heh!heh!, I placed the whip smilie in your quote), but why is yours? :eek:

[who45]

I have no clue..a hiccup I guess

[who45]

What editing are you talking about, who45? :)I had a lot of smilies that weren't smilies anymore...*shudder*

[shadowshiv]

I have no clue..a hiccup I guess

I've had my share of those before! :eek:

[shadowshiv]

I had a lot of smilies that weren't smilies anymore...*shudder*

I can't believe some people. There was no reason for that person to do that. I hope that you guys find out who did it and tell them what-for! :(

[BrowderChick]

You mean that there is a smilie out there that FMD doesn't have?!? :eek: :D

There is one. :D:D:D

I do believe it belongs to Frun. :D

[shadowshiv]

There is one. :D:D:D

I do believe it belongs to Frun. :D

What smilie is that? :)

[Kathleen]

Yes, what smilie is that? *curious*

[who45]

:innocent:

[shadowshiv]

Yes, what smilie is that? *curious*

Here's a weird one!http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/confused.gif

[shadowshiv]

:innocent:

Oh, great! Don't tell me that you're innocent too? :eek:

[who45]

:D

[Kathleen]

Here's a weird one!http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/confused.gif


That one reminds me of myself a couple of days ago. Yes, it's been one of those weeks.

[shadowshiv]

:D

That's a nice ':D' that you have there, who45. :elol:

[shadowshiv]

That one reminds me of myself a couple of days ago. Yes, it's been one of those weeks.

At least this week is almost over. ;)

[Kathleen]

Yep. Just a couple of more days, and I'll be off on vacation for an entire week for the first time in 20 months. A very welcome relief!!!!! :D

[shadowshiv]

Yep. Just a couple of more days, and I'll be off on vacation for an entire week for the first time in 20 months. A very welcome relief!!!!! :D

Must be nice! :cool:

Well, if we end up going on strike, I'll have a nice holiday. :(

[shadowshiv]

Well, I have to work early in the morning, so I am heading off to bed. :yawn:

Have a good night, everybody. :)

[Kathleen]

Night night, shiv.. Sweet dreams.. :faint:

[who45]

night :bigwave:

[BrowderChick]

:hi: Nighty night

[abbadon]

Abbadon and scrape came through to the room where Frun , BC,Kathleen and LL were gathered...As all eyes turned Toward them..Frun began stand in approach to Abb....Abbadon mearly held his hand out in a stop motion and felt his gaze averted from the look of concern on the faces of those gathered..

This can't be good news then Thought Agent Frun.....sitting back down..with the others.... scrape remained standing beside the Professor

"Well Firstly I wish to tell you that we'll at least be spending the Night here..There is much work and preparation to be done......

I know that your feeling strong and eager..and itching to take on ...."They."....But your not the first to Stand here...In these walls In that Armour...with that eagerness."....Glancing at scrape before continuing Abb was grateful that she had remained standing by his side....

"As scrape as informed you this place was once home to a very considerable force ...one fighting the same foe we are to face....and as you've probably realised....that force is no more...but for one..

So if these other guys ..whoever they were got creamed...What the hell are we supposed to do ?...questioned Frun.."and this Foe..this they ..are they that formidable.."


"There is much to be learned about our foe and I'll shall address that in good time .....as for what we now must do " Abb trailed off......."Well suffice to say we have certain Advantages they didn't....The book for a start"...began Abb

Book..!..what you planning to bore them to death...interjected Kathleen obviously not as used to the Professor's long winded preambles as the others..

"The Book...Whilst wonderous in itself is not merely a book as we would percieve one.....it's origins and true purpose are as shrouded in mystery, legend ,and paradox as creation itself...."....continued Abbadon

And it's grown.!..said BC remembering Abbs conversation with the Demon Knight at the Manor

"Yes it has..You see early on we discovered that the book can extract knowledge from any thing it comes in contact with....
From memories..,ideas, languages , to concepts spritual and scientific.....
which makes it virtualy indecypherable...it contains knowledge from countless cultures ...times..pehaps even Worlds...and more so .....paused Abbadon............we believe it's capable of capturing parts of a cultures essence.........It's as much a database of the workings of the universe as it is a book.." said the Profesor

So how exactly does it help us if we cant understand most of it...asked Frun

"*ahem well here's the thing began Abb...Back at the manor when BC managed to gain a temporal glance into the chaos realm
I took the book and Placed it against the Scrying crystal...." said Abb

So thats what that was in your hands..thought scrape remembering the chaos at the time..

"For a short time at least ...as you recall moments later I was flung across the room and Knocked Unconcious...But the book did manage to gleam some of the knowledge..Nay the Essence of They...." continued Abbadon

Essence ?..what exaclty do you mean..?..Questioned Frun..

"I believe that if we can access that essence...it would not only give us an understanding of They....It would partialy allow us to access their power..their thoughts...Effectively making us one of them....for all intent purposes."..explained Abb

Oh just great Prof..now you want to turn Us into one of those....those things...Screamed Frun leaping up ..no longer able to contain his growing frustration...

"No Agent Frun....................
Not Us................
Just Him."..........said Abb sternly.as he motioned in the Direction he had come...."Just the Demon Knight."........

[scrape_medic]

he he he, very good abb!
:signbravo: :applaud: :applaud: :applaud:





Okay, I wont tell now:beer:

[grinner]

hmm... another swerve...

[norweigan_scaper]

i started reading this thread from the begining!

:hypno: :faint:

[grinner]

so did I

[norweigan_scaper]

so did I
put it on my tombstone, perished while attempting to climb the tdp oh my thread :)

[scrape_medic]

talking of which, how is trubs doing I wonder?

[grinner]

the... collating of the famous tables thread... I have no idea...

[scrape_medic]

That's what probably caused the earthquake he had...

[who45]

:lol

[BrowderChick]

well hopefully he comes up with something soon. :D:D

[shadowshiv]

put it on my tombstone, perished while attempting to climb the tdp oh my thread :)

"TO OUR PAL NORWEGIAN_SCAPER"

"He tried to climb so high, he just fell that much further."http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/epitaph.gif

[Frunium Slip]

Just Him... Just the Demon Knight the words struck Agent Frun like a thunderclap...

Abb, surely you can't be serious...

It's the only way.

Like hell! You want to take him, and make him one of THEM?!!! He's already dangerous, nearly uncontrollable, and now you want to imprint him with those, those things?

It's the only way.

Frun puts his head in his hands, takes a deep breath, no use getting emotional, looks at the rest of the group and against his better judegement asks Does this sound like a good idea to the rest of you?

Scrape just edges closer to the professor and places a hand on his shoulder. LL barely nods. Kat, she shakes her head ever so slightly, mouthing the word no, and BC, she looks shocked at the very suggestion, then strangely her eyes glaze over, and she stares, right out in space... BC?

BC has that far away voice, it conveniently goes right with her far away look, I can see him... he is Them... Them is he... one to morph... to set us free...

What the hell! Abb what was in that potion? Frun grabs BC to shake her from her latest spell, she just collapses in his arms... What is going on...

She is the key Abb states matter of factly. I believe she may be of some use in helping grinner with his assimilation of the essence of THEY.

Sure... coalesce the vapors, channel them into a living vessel, and learn the strategy and tatics of They, in order to combat them effectively...

Indeed Abb responds, failing completely to detect the underlying sarcasm laced in the agent's words.

Or check into an insane asylum whichever comes first Kat adds...

Now wait just a second, did you see all those barracks, you think all those warriors just disappeared? No, we have to do this Abb's way! Scrape countered. Or we are doomed to repeat their mistakes!

Unless that very course is where the protagonists erred before the cowpoke chimed in.

And what choice do we have? inquired Abb. Everything leads to this... everything... dating back centuries, it all points to this.

And you can't be wrong? Kat asks.

No... for the sake of the world... No... But could we, could I... Everything is not always so readily determined... Problems always arise in the interpretation of manuscripts, reading into the author's intent can be a touchy thing... One must at times choose the best possible course of events, given the available data. Using the past to try and shape future events to a predetermined outcome is next to impossible, the infinite possible variables, the magnitude of precision needed. No one can guarantee a course of events, is this the best way, I think so, but there are no guarantees, and we only get the one chance. We can't be wrong. There in lies the problem.

[scrape_medic]

very good Mr. Slip.......

[BrowderChick]

That gave me shivers.

Great post though. :D:D

[shadowshiv]

Just Him... Just the Demon Knight the words struck Agent Frun like a thunderclap...

Abb, surely you can't be serious...

It's the only way.

Like hell! You want to take him, and make him one of THEM?!!! He's already dangerous, nearly uncontrollable, and now you want to imprint him with those, those things?

It's the only way.

Frun puts his head in his hands, takes a deep breath, no use getting emotional, looks at the rest of the group and against his better judegement asks Does this sound like a good idea to the rest of you?

Scrape just edges closer to the professor and places a hand on his shoulder. LL barely nods. Kat, she shakes her head ever so slightly, mouthing the word no, and BC, she looks shocked at the very suggestion, then strangely her eyes glaze over, and she stares, right out in space... BC?

BC has that far away voice, it conveniently goes right with her far away look, I can see him... he is Them... Them is he... one to morph... to set us free...

What the hell! Abb what was in that potion? Frun grabs BC to shake her from her latest spell, she just collapses in his arms... What is going on...

She is the key Abb states matter of factly. I believe she may be of some use in helping grinner with his assimilation of the essence of THEY.

Sure... coalesce the vapors, channel them into a living vessel, and learn the strategy and tatics of They, in order to combat them effectively...

Indeed Abb responds, failing completely to detect the underlying sarcasm laced in the agent's words.

Or check into an insane asylum whichever comes first Kat adds...

Now wait just a second, did you see all those barracks, you think all those warriors just disappeared? No, we have to do this Abb's way! Scrape countered. Or we are doomed to repeat their mistakes!

Unless that very course is where the protagonists erred before the cowpoke chimed in.

And what choice do we have? inquired Abb. Everything leads to this... everything... dating back centuries, it all points to this.

And you can't be wrong? Kat asks.

No... for the sake of the world... No... But could we, could I... Everything is not always so readily determined... Problems always arise in the interpretation of manuscripts, reading into the author's intent can be a touchy thing... One must at times choose the best possible course of events, given the available data. Using the past to try and shape future events to a predetermined outcome is next to impossible, the infinite possible variables, the magnitude of precision needed. No one can guarantee a course of events, is this the best way, I think so, but there are no guarantees, and we only get the one chance. We can't be wrong. There in lies the problem.

Ah! This must be the Frun that everybody is talking about! It's a pleasure to finally meet you! :)

[shadowshiv]

That gave me shivers.

Great post though. :D:D

Did someone say shivvie? :) No? :( Darn. :pace:

[scrape_medic]

".....and we only get the one chance. We can't be wrong. Therein lies the problem." Abb had finished. Whilst all around him stood with a mixture of incredulous amazement, disbelief and outright anger, staring at the professor as if he was mad; all that is except for BC, who now was recovering from her trance like state, in the arms of Agent Slip. Scrape stood by the professor ready to defend him should the others think that maybe, he had lost the plot enough to warrent his detention.

'Hmm' thought Scrape, for sure she had heard the words: demons, knights and They, but for some reason the logical connection between them all elluded her at this time. Instead her mind began to drift off in the direction of one of those ghost-like thoughts that floated around inside her head. When she realised that this was the thought that was blocking her from thinking of the task in hand, she quickly focused on it, and in no time at all she recognised some elements of it. Again, a smell, this time with the mearest hint of fear and apprehension, but overlaying all that a certain, rather pleasing masculinity, which Scrape quickly recognised, 'Oh, that smell!' she thought.

Looking around her she wondered why everyone else was looking at her, with the more than the mearest hint of confusion on all of their faces. It was at this point she realised that she had said that out loud. "ssss.....that smells ......as a plan..... abb." That did not seem to help, and the confusion remained. "Its a London thing," she said, hoping to brush the whole statement off, but when she looked up at abb's face and realised he looked even more confused than the rest of them, she knew she had failed miserably. "Yes? do you think?" he asked and seemed disappointed that even Scrape thought his plan unrealistic.

"No Abb, I didn't mean it like that.....I....er...........hell", she did not want to wait for tomorrow for her demise by demons, she only wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole right here and now. Reddening rapidly and wishing to be any place else, she hated that her mumblings had further belittled Abb's credibility. Annoyed with herself she backed off a little, head down and brought her hands up to her face to hide behind.

"Yes, well," said Abb rather awkwardly, "I better get back to grinner and who, see how far through the files they have got." and with that he turned to leave the room. As he did, scrape peeked through her fingers and watched the back of the professor as he walked away, a strong, fine back, but now the shoulder hung slightly lower than before and his head bowed a little more too. She had hurt him, and that was not what she had wanted to do. 'Hmmm, what I want to do," she thought, 'what do I want to do?' she asked herself, and as desires began to fill her mind, internally she smiled. Checking herself, after having said too much aloud already today, she quickly scanned the room to make sure she had not made the same mistake again. She had not, so it would seem, but having begun to feel that she needed to make it up to Abb, in some little way, 'okay, in that way' she mused, she felt that now was as good a time as any. If he got back to grinner and who, he could be there all night, and this may very well be the last night that any of them were to live.

"Erm professor?" she called out, "hey abb, wait up!", but he had already disappeared into the corridor.
"What scrape?" she heard from the cowpoke behind her, "you got something to add."
"No, I just wanted to ask him something, about the portal and all." she lied, as she turned to the door to follow him.
"I'll come with you," said BC and extricating herself from Fruns arms, headed towards Scrape, "I want to know what just happened to me."
'Nooooooo' thought scrape, "its okay BC, I'll ask him" and with that she flashed a look at Frun in the vain hope that he would remember that there was unfinished business between her and Abb, business he had interrupted back at the mansion. It seemed he did and he reached out and gently steered BC back towards himself, "Let Scrapes go on her own BC, we have some weapons here you need to get more acquainted with." And with that he smiled at scrape and with a look of understanding between the two agents, flicked his head in Abb's direction.

Scrape quickly caught up with Abb in the corridor, just as he was about to enter the control room where grinner and who where holed up. "Abb, wait!" she called. He turned to her with that look of disappointment still on his face. "What?" he replied, rather sharply. 'Ouch,' she probably deserved that.

"I ....er.....I wanted to show you something." and thinking quickly, she pointed towards the lift, "something I found downstairs."
"We haven't got time for this Scrape." his voice softening a little, "there's so much to do"
'You bet there is and we better have time,' she thought, "But its important abb!" she implored him. And with that she reached for his arm and turned him towards the lift. He seemed to drag his heels as they walked; this did not look good. 'Okay' she steeled herself as they waited for the lift, 'I know what I want, but does he remember?' They entered the lift and for an age Scrape could think of nothing to say, an awkward silence came over the pair. Abb seemed very distracted and deep in his own thoughts and Scrape began to think that maybe now was not the time after all. This was awful, here she was, about to go on to a battle where the likely hood was the demise of the entire world and all she could see on her epitath was "Here lies Scrape, killed whilst trying to save the world......oh, and by the way, rejected by the last man alive."

The lift doors opened, "Which way?" asked Abb. Scrape tried hard to remember the directions that BC had said she had found some interesting rooms located. "Erm....this way, I think."
"Well, what was it scrape?" inquired Abb, "what do you want to show me?
"Something, I think you may have seen before," she hinted. She took his hand and lead him down a corridor, hastening him to the door BC had mentioned. She opened the door enough to poke her head round, check it was the right one, which it was and reached in to turn the lights on, turning the dimmer switch down so the ambience was just right. Then pushing the door fully open she motioned Abb inside, "in here."

Abb's curioustiy got the better of him and he seemed to enter the room with a little more life to him. "Scrape, I can't see a thing in here, the lights are too low."

Scrape looked round at the victorian setting of this room, the four poster bed, the elegant velvet furnishings, the low light levels, and thought how he MUST be getting the idea by now.
"Do you remember at the mansion?" she asked more than a little frustrated by now.
He turned at looked at her quizically, "The mansion?"
"Yes, abb, the mansion," she looked at him full in the face, confused that normally he was so good at reading people's emotions and begining to wonder if her emotions where not showing up on her face quite how she meant them to; that, or he had completely forgotten their encounter in his room, that it was something he had wanted then, but now the time had passed he had rejected that as something that was never to be.
"In your room? Remember?"
"In.... my....room..." and his face painted a picture of complete confusion and thoughtfulness.

'Arrrggghhhh!' screamed scrape internally, 'he doesn't remember!' Frustrated beyond what was physically good for her, she grabbed his arm, dragged him to the bed and flung him down. Jumping astride him, she quickly reached into her pocket, and with a few flashing moves, soon had her teaspoon out and ready to strike. "Don't make me spoon you Abb!" she threatened him.
His expression went from a brief look of fear, then a flash of thoughtful, to a hint of wickedness, a smile forming around the lips and a glint of mischief in the eyes. "In....my....room........ah!" he said softly, "and you thought I had forgotten" he laughed, resting his hands on her hips.

She looked at him, wondering when he remembered, how long had he played the distracted professor?
"In the lift, Scrape, that ablative armour of yours was slipping. It responds to your nerve signals you know, you must have wanted to get out of it."
"Why you....." she started, 'damn this man,' he had put her through all that for a joke! As usual, she could not remain angry at him for too long.

Another silence fell over the pair, but this time not in the least awkward. Scrape looked down at him, and watched as his face changed from mischief to inquiring. "Whatever you want abb." she answered. He sat up and leaning into her whispered in her ear, his breath tingling her skin around her neck. Her heart now racing with this close but not quite there contact with him, her body knowing that soon it would be satisfied with his touch, she turned to him giggling and replied, "I think that can be arranged."

He reached out and took the spoon from her hand, flinging it to one side, "We won't be needing that after all" he said, and sliding his button down shirt from her shoulders, "or that," he added, flinging that too. The armour slid loose, and scrape extricated herself from it, dropping it on the floor behind her.
He slid his hands up her back and pulled her down towards him, well, no so much pulled as persuade her body to acquiese to his demands.

"You locked the door?"

She nodded, with a smile.

"And no one knows where we are?"

Again she nodded.

"Good."

[grinner]

:lol go scrape... get your freak on... :P:P:P

[abbadon]

:sweaty: :drool: :faint:


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who you calling a freak?..g*. :)

[grinner]

freak = sex...

[scrape_medic]

I think he got that bit grinner.....;)

[grinner]

then why did he ask if I was callin' him a freak??? :nana:

[scrape_medic]

"scrape get your freak..." oh nevermind........*insert face/palm, shaking head smilie here*....:P

[grinner]

:snicker: :wingnut: :elol:

[BrowderChick]

<---------------:innocent:

[BrowderChick]

"I can see him... he is Them...Them is he... one to morph... to set us free..."

The vision I saw was truly frightening. Im not sure if I should tell them all exactly what I saw. This is not a battle to be taken lightly. I remember the look on scrapes face when I told her about the rooms that Kat and I saw. She herself has visited some of the floors. Something went on here and it couldn't have been pretty. What happened to all of those that tried before us? Why were we chosen to fight Them this time? All these questions swimming in my mind is making me feel sick to my stomach. Those rooms down there....everyone of them that I saw was different. As if from a different time.

I need to get my act together here. What the hell was in that bottle? Frun senses my uneasiness about this. He knows something is wrong. Kat is confused...just as I am. LL has not so much as said a word but seems to just agree. He knows more than he is letting on. I remember him mentioning to me that there was more information he possessed. I am also concerned for the puppies. They were left back at the mansion. I wonder if he is also worried about them as well.

This race known as Them is a very intricate race indeed. The vision I just saw was the most frightening thing I have ever seen in my life. What ever it is that this army has failed to destroy will no doubt destroy us now. It's almost as if those that are destroyed by Them become one of Them. The lost souls of those before us are now a sacrifice of some sort. Is this to be our fate as well?

".....and we only get the one chance. We can't be wrong. Therein lies the problem." Those words echoed in my head. I hope that abb has a clue as to what we are about to face. I watch as abb leaves the room. I pull myself from Frun's arms and I move towards scrape. "I want to know what just happened to me." Frun pulls me back to him and tells me to let her go by herself. scrape reassures me that she will ask abb about it. She starts to run down the corridor towards where abb went.

"Let scrapes go on her own BC, we have some weapons here you need to get more acquainted with." I turn back to him and face to face I can see that he too is just as unsure about all this as I am. He must see the fear in my eyes. I look beyond him and I can see LL and Kat moving closer to us.

"You don't understand. These weapons are the same as the ones used by those before us." I grab for LL's gun that he brought with him. I hold it up in front of him. "Do you honestly think for a second that this will stop them if the weapons they have here couldn't?" I shove his gun back to him. He stares me down hard this time. "There is so much you don't seem to understand. It's not the weapons alone. It's US. All of us. We were chosen for a reason."

I step back up to him. "What reason though? What is the significance with US? I wasn't trained for this type of battle." I turn to Frun and Kat. "My training was for investigation. Not Combat." I walk a little away from the others.

Kat steps over with me. "We all have a specialty that we were trained for. You have been chosen because you are the key to something. Frun and scrape were trained for a combatant battle. They wouldn't let anything happen to you or to me. I'm sure that LL can hold his own if need be."

I look at her. She is trying really hard to be reassuring but I can see it in her eyes that she is just as bewildered as I am. I look directly at LL. "But he knows something. There is something he is not telling us."

"He has only seen bits and pieces, here and there. At this particular point, he knows just about as much as we all know. But he trusts abb enough to know what he is talking about." She places her hand to her forehead. "This has been a little too much for all of us."

I step back up to Frun. "But I SAW what we are about to face. This is not a natural being we are up against. This is a horrific, evil, demonic Army we are about to face." He places his hands on both of my arms. His grip tightening.

"Right now none of us really has much of a choice, now do we?" I struggle to break free of his grip. "BC, please calm down."

"No, you don't understand. If we fail we will all die and become one of Them just like those before us." With that I free myself from his grip and bolt towards the corridor. "There must be something here that will tell us what happened." I stop just outside the doorway. "The Demon Knight didn't get that name for no reason. He is one of Them. He must be. He knows something more that he isn't telling us. I just hope that abb fully understands that he is dragging us all straight to HELL. Right now I don't think we will survive." With that I turn and run down the corridor to the elevator.

The doors open and as they begin to close behind me, I can hear Kat yell to Frun to go after me.

I push the button for the second floor down. I am in tears and I can feel the elixir burn through me once again. The armor seems to tighten against my skin. It's almost as if it knows to protect me. The elixir seems to make me whole. The doors open and I race down the hall. One of these rooms holds the knowledge that I seek. I reach for knob and try to turn it. Huh? It's locked. It wasn't locked a little while ago. I jiggle it a little and I knock. The adrenaline is pumping the elixir straight to my heart. What if it's Them?

[scrape_medic]

:signbravo: great one BC! :clap: :clap:

[scrape_medic]

A head appeared from under the sheets, slightly damp and very flushed. Abb turned his head and looked at the door. "Scrape, there's someone at the door."
"Wha?" came the muffled somewhat breathless answer from somewhere beneath the sheets. As he lay there, wriggling up from below the covers came scrape, brushing evocatively against him as she did. "What did you say abb?" she enquired as she snuggled into the notch between his neck and his shoulder.
Taking him by his shoulders, scrape turned abb onto his back. The first time had been a crime of passion, pacey, vigourous, and dynamic.
"I said.....er..."
She slid over him, kissing his chest.
"that....er....."
She nibbled at his neck
"er......ahhh!.......again?!" He did not seem to objecting but Scrape had to remind herself not to wear the professor out, she would be gentler with him this time; they did have the mother of all battles to come after all! 'Well' thought scrape, 'that can come later. Right now...........' "Hmmmmmm....where was I" and slid back under the sheets again.

If Scrape had been looking at Abbs face right then, she would have seen there, the mother of all grins.

[BrowderChick]

Oh God...What if it is Them?

A panic rises up in my throat. If I scream it might alert Them and that is something I don't want to do. "I need to warn the others." The merest of a whisper escapes my lips.

I turn and race back down the hall towards the elevator. My heart is racing. The armor is constricting my breathing. I reach the doors and press the up button. I look back down the room. Just then the doors to the elevator opens.

"BC! Are you ok? What happened?" He reaches for me just as I start to collapse.

"The armor. I can't breathe." He runs his hands along the armor.

"I can't get it to release. You have to calm down." He places his arms around me, trying to find a break in the armor. Putting his fingers into any crack he can find, he pulls and tries to rip the plating from my body. "Just calm down. Breathe deep and slow." I try to take longer breaths and calm down but the fear of Them being so close is terrifying.

"There is someone in that room. When I came down with Kat it was open and now it's locked." The panic starts to rise again. The armor starts to protect and tighten again.

"Calm down." He is now trying to get his fingers into the lip on the armor to pry it off. "Damn this thing wont budge." He brings his hands up to cup my face. He looks me straight in the eye. "Who is in there?"

"Not Who..."

"What?" He shakes his head and then shakes mine. "What has you so scared?"

"What if it's Them?"

"Which door?"

"That one. The second one over there." My hands are shaking as I point in the direction he needs.

He walks to the door. He stares at it for a second then puts his ear up to it. He startes to smile and then comes back to me at the elevator. By the time he reaches me he is in full laughter.

"What? What is so funny?" He just looks at me and smiles.

"Believe me, it's not Them in there. Trust me. It's them." He places his hands under my shirt again to try and loosen the armor. "We really need to get this off you. Suck in your breath so I can get a grip."

"Who is in there then?"

"Not Who..."

"What?"

"Them."

"You said it wasn't Them."

"Not Them, them." He shakes his head and starts to laugh again. "Never mind." He tries to tug again on the armor and it wont budge. "Well at least you have calmed enough that you can breathe again." He looks up and down the hall. "What's down here?"

"Rooms and apartments that once belonged to those before us." He takes my hand and starts to head back down the hall. "The rooms I have been into already all appear to be from different time periods." We walk past 'that' room and I can now hear sounds coming through the door. I turn to look at Frun and he just chuckles and keeps on walking. He opens a door and flicks on the lights.

[scrape_medic]

tee he he ...:snicker:

nice one BC....

[norweigan_scaper]

nice BC :D :D

[BrowderChick]

:faint: :tired: :achoo: :shutup: :yuck: :cry2: :pissed: http://pages.prodigy.net/rogerlori1/emoticons/ill2.gifhttp://pages.prodigy.net/indianahawkeye/newpage22/2.gif

[trubador]

You all right? :D

[BrowderChick]

Just have a wicked nasty cold. :g2f:

*sniff*

[trubador]

I'd say "guhzuntite" but i don't know how to type German.... so.... salute! (Italian for "God Bless you) :D

[BrowderChick]

Why thank you very much. :D

Crap..Need another tissue http://www.gallery.fatdogexchange.com/albums/albuo48/woe_is_me.thumb.gif

[shadowshiv]

Why thank you very much. :D

Crap..Need another tissue http://www.gallery.fatdogexchange.com/albums/albuo48/woe_is_me.thumb.gif

Hey! I need some too! *ahchoo!* :( ;)

[abbadon]

It was a beautiful summer evening......as Abbadon Strode along the canal..........The Slowly fading warmth of the Sun Still radiated against his face....and just ahead and around the next bend a sprawling country pub...with many splendid wooden tables across a lawn of imaculate green..........Strange that no one else seem to be drinking there...

Abb sat down to a tall cool pint of larger with just a dash of Lime....What the heck he thought...It's Summer and none of the Lads were about to Take the piss...........From behind the Large Willow that sat at the edge of the Beer garden and Hung low over the Tranquil flowing waters of the canal Abb could see a group of young girls Skipping rope and giggling...At first he did not notice the rhyme that they were skipping to...but as moments passed something about the children began to concern him.....He stood..looking more intently at the girls all decked in frilly summer finerey..and flowing golden locks but he could not make out their faces amid the twirling and skipping....Moving closer he began to hear the song they sung......

It’s like a lion at the door;
And when the door begins to crack,
It’s like a stick across your back;
And when your back begins to smart,
It’s like a penknife in your heart;
And when your heart begins to bleed
You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed. ..

As if by cue the Girls stopped singing..........no longer Danced or giggled and as one turned to Face Abbadon......or perhaps Face was the wrong term as where their smiling faces would have been was nothing more than Dead Flesh whose only Trace of life came from the Hundreds of Maggots that feed greedliy upon their grissly Visage........

"Glad you could Join us Professssssor"...The girls chided with snake like tones..."Welcome we've been expecting......Your one of us now....We can give you everything you've always craved.....all the knowledge...all the answers....everything..........yours..........all you have to do is desire it.....desire it and stay ....stay with us wont you...."


Sitting up with a startle Abb found himself gasping and disorinintated.......Looking around the darkened room he saw a figure beside him....it was her..

He was awake and in the home of the Demon Knight...It was the dreams again....just the dreams.. he repeated to himself....This however was a new one...One whislt nevertheless as disturbing as all before had felt somehow more... as almost a memory and for all his determination and conviction one in which he felt a great deal of shame , regret.. and loss....

As his eyes grew accustomed to the dimmed light he studied the form of the woman beside him...Despite all she had seen..and all she was about to face..the figure of scrape lay curled in a most innocent , content and peaceful bundle across the ruffled bedding of the four poster bed....
Abb rolled over on his side..resting his face against his forearm and starred at the sleeping face of this woman who had seen the most intimate of himself...not just in a physical sense for Abb had given a part of his himself...in their encounter that night......

Whilst pondering the fact that a side of him he had not allowed..not dared to have let exist ...given the task he had been pursing most his adult life had now been layed out before him ..Abb wondered it it had been a mistake...would this make it worse for him...for her...for all

Abb was never sure what had exactly had gone wrong in prevous timelines for only grinner had the luxury of hindsight there...but he had always felt that his fate in this matter was not a happy one....and he had always prepared for the worse...grinner.. he knew had alluded to his demise several times and Abb knew that the Demon Knight Had Plans for him that did not bode well...Abb had always felt that he could make any sacrifice nesessary....that it wouldnt hurt anyone else....but ..

It had been bad enough that he had taken so long to open up to her.....But, to hurt her now would be even worse and he couldn't bare or allow himself to do that to her........He reached over and placed his hand on hers...he studied her hands in his and saw their fingers intertwined..... He closed his eyes and braced himself as the images of her caressing and kissing him flooded him.... He felt the way she'd feel in his arms. the way she touched him and how her lips felt against his... The images were vivid and powerful and sent him reeling with passion and desire...... He touched her face and brushed away a wisp of her hair that had fallen onto her cheek. .she murmured softly ....he traced the line of her neck with his other hand ..down passed her shoulders and encircled the spot where the small of her back met the line of her bottom...The corners of her mouth parted in a wry smile and she looked up sleepily into His face.....Abb smiled back and pulled her closer to him...Her eyes widened in surprise... he wrapped his arms around her shoulders.. and her arms circled his waist... He hugged her to his body and clutched her against him tightly....she listened to the sound of his heart racing as she leaned her head against his chest.... She heard him breathing hard and gently caressed his back.....He smelt the sweet scents of her hair..... His fingers stroked against the strands of her hair.as it brushed up against his face and lips. . ....
....
.He brought her next to him and whispered into her hair......."It's going to be alright.....this time.."....and as he said the words. he knew..... he thought to himself.....
thats it ...that why scrapes here....why it always failed before...

Shes here to make sure I have some worth coming back for......

[scrape_medic]

:bowdown: :yes: :sweaty: :lech: :applaud: :applaud: :applaud: :hug2:

Way to go abb...:lol

[trinamick]

:clap: :sweaty: Well done!

[BrowderChick]

Oh I need a tissue........... :clap: :clap:

Excellent :aok:

[scrape_medic]

Still sneezing BC? :eh:

[who45]

Wow abb that was really good. :)

[BrowderChick]

Yeah I know...:sweaty:

[Kathleen]

I watch as BC runs out of the room, trying to fight through the torrent of emotions to think coherently. I manage to scream out to Frun to go after her; don't leave her alone. He nods once quickly, then takes off after her. I stand there shaking, the room spinning and feel myself start to sway. He's there by my side, taking my arm and leading me over to a chair.

"Have you taken the elixir yet?" he asks quietly.

"No." I respond hesitantly. "With everything that's happened, I didn't have time to take it. I don't think it would have been a good idea to take it with what I've just gone through with BC. From what I've seen with the rest of the group, it would have only enhanced the sensations. I'm just so tired. I don't think I was cut out to handle the emotions of someone else and myself at the same time."

I hear this soft chuckle, and turn to see him looking directly at me and I realize the sound is coming from him.

"You don't get it, do you? That is EXACTLY why you were chosen. It's the reason you were trained in the nursing profession. You are uniquely qualified for what you do. While a nurse, you handled the emotions of strangers -- family, friends -- of your patients. You had to deal with what they were experiencing while dealing with your own feelings. In doing so, you learned how to segregate your emotions from theirs. You must take the elixir if you want to be able to accomplish the same thing with BC."

His explanation totally derails my attempts to cast off my need of being here. I nod at him, accepting his offer. I don't completely understand it, but I feel the sweet juice slide past my lips and down my throat. It's difficult not to panic as it feels as though I'm being torn apart. I hear him telling me to breathe. His voice is soft, deep, throaty. I try to focus on that voice. I can sense BC. I realize my panic is not totally my own, and I notice I'm able to see a line in my mind of where her feelings mesh with mine. I begin to instinctively work out the lines. As I work out some the seperation anxiety, it becomes easier to breathe, to relax. I open my eyes to find myself in his arms. At some point, I slid out of the chair and he caught me and held me while I worked through the web of emotions. I feel a clarity I haven't felt before, but know that I can pick out, at any time, the emotions of either myself or BC. Somehow I get the feeling that will eventually be a critical point to my being here.

"Do you understand now?" he asks gingerly.

"Yes, I see the distinction quite clearly now. Thank you for your support and assistance."

He smiles at me, and it suddenly strikes me that he hasn't taken the elixir yet. As I begin to pose the question to him, BC and Frun walk back into the room, Frun laughing and BC looking -- and feeling -- quite embarrassed. I look questioningly at her and I get a "Don't even ask" sensation. I turn towards him again to finish my unspoken question and realize he's slipped out of the room.

Where did he go? And just WHAT is taking scrape and abb so long?

[BrowderChick]

:clap:

Welcome back too!!! :hug:

[Kathleen]

Tankies :hug:

[scrape_medic]

Nice post Kathleen :aok:

hey check out this hotel....ooooh....wireless keyboard and internet through te TV.....ooooh....minibar......hmmmmm

[scrape_medic]

Okay, I just got a private tour of the Carlsberg tall ship.....wow....what a great experience and not to mention the free beer!! Not bad for twoin the morning! Had a brilliant day, and can reccommend Copenhagen to anybody. Also just receive my very own copy of the Sydney daily telegraph witht the Advert We Paid for in it and managed to scape a couple of the weddig guests!! Woo hoo! good time had by all!!

[scrape_medic]

Taks! :)

[Kathleen]

Where are you, scrape? How did I miss the memo that you were going out of town? Oh yeah, that's right... *I* was out of town.. oops...

Glad to see you're having a good time!!

[scrape_medic]

I submitted the memo weeks ago! How did you miss it? I even got a letter from my mum saying I had to go. Are you back then?
ETA I am in Copehagen, Denmark.

[Kathleen]

Yeah, I got back a couple of nights ago, but I've been here and there. The hubby and son went out of town last night, so I've been at my parents' house. It creeps me out staying in my house alone. Just doesn't feel right. :eek2:

[Lord Loser]

:g2f:

[scrape_medic]

I can understand that, it would not feel right for me either given your situation. :(
But you have always got us.

Erm.....whats with the slugs thing?

LL...what are you saying there?

[Kathleen]

:g2f:

:eh:

[Kathleen]

I can understand that, it would not feel right for me either given your situation. :(
But you have always got us.

Erm.....whats with the slugs thing?

LL...what are you saying there?


:roflmao: you really need to read it from the beginning..... It's hysterical!!

OH... we covered butter in there, so you might wanna check it out. :ewink:

[Lord Loser]

wimp...

[Kathleen]

Bite me.

BTW... *fwap* .... Just cause you looked like you needed it. :D

[scrape_medic]

Who you calling wimp?


Yeah Kathleen, I ll check it out when Iget home :lol

[Kathleen]

He's calling me a wimp for staying at my parent's house while my hubby and son are out of town...... ya know... the more I think about it, the more I think he's needs an extra one, so here ya go..

*fwap*


nuttin' but love for ya.. nuttin' but love...

[scrape_medic]

:lol

[Lord Loser]

*ouch* :headache:

[Kathleen]

wimp...

[scrape_medic]

you love it LL....don t prtend that you don t.......:ewink:

[Lord Loser]

Hmmm... does the champagne or beer effect your ' key?

[Kathleen]

:g2f: (typo-ese)

[scrape_medic]

Hmmm... does the champagne or beer effect your ' key?
This is what happens if I press the # key........#

This silly keyboard won t let me type properly..:(

Nothing to do with the five champagne....er...no make that six....the three glasses of wine....the two brandys....the two whiskeys......and the pint and a half of lager.......and the .......nope I think thats it! (Or somewhere abouts that)

[Lord Loser]

So the # key actually prints a "#"?... whoa...

you gotta get that fixed...

[scrape_medic]

Nope thats what happens when I try to type an apostrope! :shrug:

[Lord Loser]

:g2f:

[scrape_medic]

:P

[who45]

:bigwave:

[BrowderChick]

:hi: How is everything?

[who45]

The same...just very very tired...I'll try not to fall asleep like I did last night :lol Still can't believe I slept that long

[BrowderChick]

Yeah but you needed it. :hug:

[who45]

yeah I did :)

[BrowderChick]

I got to get some sleep today as I was up all night coughing. 3 hours but still its something.

[who45]

Hope you get some rest as well.

[BrowderChick]

I will try as I do have some meds tonight. Should knock myself out.