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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 3:51 am
by Eerhardt
the actions of Eerhardt
** orders Dusty to pour Mah a GIGGLE ** Glad you dropped by too, Mah - enjoy the drink
** takes a drink from his MC² **
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 3:58 am
by Beldin
Beldin:
**finishes of his breakfast and gathers his gear**
OK, guys, time to leave I'd say....
I'm ready to go - whenever you are...
**downs one small MC² and climbs in the drivers seat. Starts the engines**
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:02 am
by Eerhardt
the actions of Eerhardt
** finishes his MC² ** Right, let's get this show on the road... I'll PM the others the new location link once we've arrived.
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:04 am
by Beldin
Beldin:
**shouts out of the window**
Just waitin' for Ode to get ready !
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:17 am
by Maharlika
Holds on to his lampshade...
*takes a shotgun at the concoction - thanks Eerhardt* ... ready when you are!
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:18 am
by Ode to a Grasshopper
**Appears towelling his hair dry from the Rolling Thunder showers and rubbing his jaw gingerly**
Okay mates, get me a drink and let's go!
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:20 am
by Eerhardt
the actions of Eerhardt
** hands Ode a pint of purple beer ** Here you go, mate. Ok, Beldin, looks like we're all set... everybody hang on!
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:27 am
by Maharlika
Dazed and confused...
...are we in heaven yet? 
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:27 am
by Beldin
Beldin:
**hands Ode a half finished glass of MC²**
Here, you can finish mine !
**hits the pedal and accelerates the truck before hitting the "teleport" button**
Let's see if the 'puter is able to move us this time....
**the truck vanishes, leaving behind only a towel**
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 4:38 am
by Astafas
Re: Beldin:
Originally posted by Beldin
**the truck vanishes, leaving behind only a towel**
Lucky me I got back in time! That was a close one...
Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2002 9:24 am
by Ode to a Grasshopper
A chill wind blows, sending the towel floating away on wings of wind and cloth. All that remains are a set of tire tracks pointing towards the CIA Safehouse thread...
A ghostly voice seems to call out"Click on my sig, Mysty." and fades away, leaving only silence in it's wake.