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wk 3.1
Date: 2018/08/16 06:53 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[Rorschalk smooths the front of his puffy pirate shirt and taps the doomey on the shoulder as the hyped up broker is keeping the buccaneers at bay]

Boy am I glad to see you ... I thought you were on the beach!

[Doomey dodges a barrel and Rorschalk, with a heavy heart, smashes the bottle of rum over an over rambunctious patron's triquarter-hatted head]

Blast! Oh nevermind ...

[he thrusts the jagged remains of the bottle before him like a rapier, wondering when the bumsrush will overwhelm them completely]

There's a vine athwart the window yonder. I'll be right behind you.

[Doomey feints, throws one more practiced combination to keep them honest: jab, hook, uppercut and an axe kick just for show, before breaking for the aforementioned window and swan diving through the unglazed space to get into that swing Rorschalk said was just out there on the other side.]

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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/08/20 00:29 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey grabs at the vine with wrapping arms, and comes upon a solid stream of human waste raining from an upper window (apparently someone had a really bad night last night, his or her innards working the buffet to liquid mud, and they'd apparently filled the pot prior to dumping it out the window), and he twists his body, his arms swatting at bunny-like turds and brown shit liquid, spreading the onslaught of watery poop all over the street below. as doomey flies through the dank, dirt-smogged, shit-spewed back alley airspace, he thinks back on a time, in his youth, when he'd walked a girl through a field filled with wild flowers in the rain, and then physics rears its head and doomey slams to the cobble stones, hitting chin first...okay, not chin first, or he'd lose his chin, right? he lands on the cobble stones and he shoulder rolls and leaps up and lands on his boot soles, his arms outstretched like a seagull. he whips around and looks up at the tavern's broken upper window. he pulls some capital from his pants, and he holds it up and waves it]


hey, motherfucker! we got us a winner, a goodstuff, cousin!


[doomey falls back on his ass, he looks exhausted, breathing deep. he gathers the current capital and twists it, and he struggles to his boots. he clomps through the mud to the horses hitched to the rail outside the tavern. he shoves the capital into a money bag hanging just ass-end of the saddle of one of the horses (a grey one, doomey always picks the grey horse). he pulls the rein free and he slaps the ass of the horse]


get, god!


[the grey horse waltzes around, taking time to realize it's free of rein, and then it runs the fuck out of Dodge]


Michael Seaholm's Graph Addicts has risen.
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/08/27 00:55 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol walks her boots up onto the plank-walk, tugging her Panama tight to her sweat-damp forehead. Her hips do swing, cousin. They do swing as she steps past Doomey and pushes the swing doors of the bar with her bloody palms, leaving smears. She's found pistols somewhere, and she has them holstered at her leathered hips, spare ammunition lining her belt. She enters the bar and steps up to the counter]


You'll give us a laddle of your freshest water?


[The barkeep juts his chin toward the end of the bar. Carol looks over and sees a couple rowdy fucks gathered round the water barrel. Might be they're randy, too. She steps to the barrel]

You all get the fuck out of my way.


[She grabs up the laddle and she drinks. Her eyes close, satisfaction, baby. She fills the laddle again and drinks all of it. And she goes back to the bar and lays out the current capital]

Edd Vick's The Way of the Saints. I'm going to need whiskey, barkeep. And I'll take the top shelf shit, buster. And best just give me the bottle, set it at my elbow, mister.


[She goes about examining the current capital. Her lips twitch, and she looks up at the barkeep]


No, seriously, I need the bottle, jack.


[The barkeep goes off to grab a bottle of whiskey, and Carol goes about examing the capital]
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/08/30 00:36 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey inches his chest up against Carol's back. he examines the current capital over her shoulder as he reaches and grabs up the bottle of whiskey at her elbow. he takes a swallow from the bottle. he sets the bottle back at her elbow, thinking himself extremely ninja]

hey, girlfriend.


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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/08/30 01:16 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol pushes against Doomey's advance]

Brother, too fucking close.

[She turns on him, faces him, eyes him, pushes him away]

Examined Vick's The Way of the Saints and found it wanting, right? You found it lame, right, Doomey?


[Doomey looks at her like she's pulled his heart from his chest. And then he calms himself and whips his head around, cracking his neck, and he smiles]


I will take that as a yes, Boligard. Vick's The Way of the Saints is getting ground beneath my heel.


[She crumbles up the current capital and tosses it underfoot. She twists her heel and twists it and twists it. And the capital is dust]
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/04 01:17 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey tosses back a hefty shot glass of whiskey, and he throws himself against a side door behind the bar. his body is rejected, and he looks at the door quizzically, and he tosses the shot glass to the floor boards, and he frowns. he pulls some fresh capital from his pants, and he wafts it in the free air, getting it all fresh, kind of]


i've pulled some capital from my pants, chris del guerio's Dark Men, Dark Machines. and I just need some time to examine this shit, sisters. but....

[doomey steps back, and he hovers, he hovers, and then he slams his shoulder against the side door, and it bursts open and doomey stumbles through onto the Floor]

Jesus fucking christ.

[he takes the current capital and he trods over to the cherrywood. he presses his palms together and tells DePlancher]

christ, girl. i've missed you.
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/04 01:58 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[The Rorschalk tumbles through the portal like a hoop being whacked by a stick circa 1888, then straightens and slides on his face like a klutz stealing 2nd base circa 2018]

Mmmmaaa! What deviltry is this? I had Capt Stubing parking the ship at the deepwater port just over hill and dale or as they be pirates say, the hogback sway don to the middling swale! Isaac was shaking up some margaritas and we were gonna swing, baby, swing! ... Ah, all for naught yet again. Well...

[The Rorschalk presses himself to his feet and dusts off his puffy pirate shirt and silken purple pantalons and gets back to being business...]

I must away lest I miss the new episode of THE PREACHER! Helly yes! I am away!

[So saying he disappears into the gloom that is so so like the Floor, the dimension of which have never been fully known but surely must be expansive ... the sounds of cardboard boxes falling down and bric-a-brac strewn willy nilly hail the blue hairs exuent stage left]

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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/06 00:35 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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so how've you been? you and your cat? we were on a fucking pirate ship, wrecking on reefs, struggling to survive on sun baked sand and inner island marsh mud, total fucking bullshit. and shit. oh my god, all the shit! crazy. there was a lot of shit, cousin. but now we got this Floor to lie upon, and this cherrywood. and this great mirror ball to fawn under. I've pulled capital from my pants, but i'm wondering why we're doing this. DePlancher. Do you believe is the Goodstuff? are you stuck on a bluff over some ocean somewhere, in a tent with no fucking wifi. god fuck.

[doomey sits his ass in the pilot's chair behind the cherrywood. he looks on his desktop, and he sees the Pez dispensers dressed as Batman and Corey Feldman (an awesome new addition), and Iron Man and some sort of weird unicorn, and a cheese cartoon dude, I dunno, and Jackie O and David Bowie and Rocky and the six million dollar man and Alice Cooper and Ernie from the muppets, and the flying nun and a really bad Richard Nixon (looks more like Elvis ask me). doomey reaches out and touches each Pez dispenser, and he slaps the current onto the desktop]

god fucking damn. it's good to be home. we're examining Chris Del Guerio's Dark Men, Dark Machine

[doomey examines the current capital. and he looks around the Floor, and we can only imagine he's wondering where his friends are. DePlancher is nowhere in sight. Carol isn't around, which must mean she's out doing free stuff, cooking for the homeless or otherwise. there's no one here. it's real quiet. he frowns, and then he bends over the current capital and examines it. we hear crickets in the background]
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/09 15:56 By: deplancher Status: Admin  
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[Tinny music rises from the holes where heat was once to find a way through but instead disco dancers, drunk on drinks too sweet with synthetic sweeteners and mesmerizingly colourful from half poison colorants but pretty to look at when poured into fragile but shapely glasses, stumbled and broke ankles or, in the case of really skinny unstable ones fell right through to the floor beyond The Floor never to be seen again. The voice crooning is either Sid Vicious or Frank Sinatra...so hard to tell these days of tweeterful tweeters in tinny transistor speakers. DeP climbs up and out, Rimbaud the Cat curled lazily upon her head. They are both slightly dusty but neither is even close, non, definitely not dead.]

Je m'excuse, mes amis. I meant only to slip away to find a new cloak at the Village de Valu, but slip I did. And fell. I hit my head. Two odd men carried me to a cowboy town where a jewelled Madam read me poetry and forced apple cider vinegar garlic and Thieves Oil down my throat. I could neither speak nor escape until my fever broke and somehow I found my cat, my boots, and legs.

[She flicks off a few flecks of dust and walk swirls toward Doomey's lonesome shape behind his desk laden with cap and moss and tears and a few overturned glasses.]

Mon ami! Your image like a glowing oasis. How warm it is though the fire is not even lit...can we burn something? What ship? What wreck?

Oh! the work's piled high and investors must be losing faith. Non! You've been working triple time to cover? Come, friend. Play us some real music. Break out the tumblers and fresh amber. Wash this stale period away... I am returned.

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A Bluelight Dancer/Not a Pocketbook Romancer
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/10 23:48 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey sits on the front edge of the pilot's chair, his chin in his hand and that hand's elbow on his knee, and the other hand holds the Bose remote. he mulls the situation over, and then he sits up and thumbs in Aerosmith's Chiquita. the song starts off with a lot of chord via Joe, or maybe it's Brad, but then it settles in and the rafter-speakers go all hog wild. he tosses the remote to the desktop, and he pulls open the bottom left desk drawer. he pulls out a couple few shot glasses and a bottle of amber. he pours a few good pours into the shot glasses, gathers them up and delivers them throughout the Floor (which isn't too hard seeing as how Jesus and Carol seem to be back on treasure island) and then he plops his ass into the pilot's chair. the current capital, dark men, dark machines is laid out on the desktop]

we've thumbed through Guerio's capital, folks, and we've decided...shit, i lost track on what it was we decided. where's carol, goddamnit. i'm gonna haf'ta look this over again, peoples. reexamine the piece, right?


[doomey stands. he staggers over to DePlancher's desk, leans in, his quivering palm on her desktop]

have you seen Carol? have you seen Jesus Christ?

[he turns and plants his ass on the edge of DePlancher's desk]

why do i feel like i'm in an episode of castlerock?
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/11 00:27 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol staggers on the floorboards, and she watches the door Doomey just busted through. The door closed behind him, and it padlocked itself, like some ghosted pirate ship. She twists her hands, pops her knuckles, breathes deep]

Fucker.

[The fellas at the tavern gather round Carol]

My man's gone through that door, cousins.

[She points a quivering forefinger at the door Doomey busted through]

But he's due back forward.

[She backs her ass up to the bar. The bar disc box explodes with Ice Cube's No Vaseline. Jesus walks out of the men's. The fellas move in on Carol, grab her dress hem, her neck line, grab her ends]
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/13 01:13 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey moves to the wardrobe, places his hands on its front, feels the vibrations]

not feeling great about the absence of Carol and Jesus. we may have lost them. but in these sorts of happenings, we must breathe deep and try to relax.

[he throws the current cap onto the floor of the Floor]

and i'm not feeling good about this dark men, dark machines!
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/13 01:29 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus walks from the john and upends one bad guy with his palm up against his chin, an up thrust, and then he swirls and up thrusts another sorry pirate to the chin, both pirates falling to the dirt floor, spasming and spitting bile liquids, red stuff. He advances on the closest pirate and chops his neck, and the pirate folds, clasping his throat and rolling his eyes, and Jesus moves on to the next pirate and breaks his knee real easy, and then he goes to the next pirate and slaps him on the cheek, and then Jesus stands his ground, looking left and right]

You do not want any of this.

[He does a karate chop in the air, and then he does another]

Back away, rednecks. I am Elvis.

[He bends down and gathers Carol in his arms. And the he backs away]

You're okay, girl.

[He backsteps out of the bar, through the swinging doors and into the dusty main street]

We'll get to a safe pla-

[Pirates juice from the bar's swinging doors, their pistols loaded and aimed]

Oh, darn.

[Jesus turns, hefts his burden to his left shoulder, and he begins to run]

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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/15 01:01 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey has examined the current capital not once, but twice, and he is now nodding his head, trying to thumb-nail a swan vesta to light up one of his pall malls]

we got us a winner, fuckers. or maybe not, I mean hey, I have no idea what i'm doing in this literature freakiness, so...but I like Guerio's Dark Men Dark Machine. it's going places. it's going upward.

[doomey gets his cigarette lit, and he sucks in some sweet smoke]

so yeah, Guerio's capital has been Terminaled
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Re:wk 3.1
Date: 2018/09/20 00:43 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey moves his mouth. he twists his lips and right lefts his jaw, flexes his nostril muscles, and he blinks overmuch. he looks down on the capital spread out on the cherrywood's desktop. he breaths deep. exhales. he digs into his suitcoat's inside pocket and drags out a pack of pall mall cigarettes. he taps a cigarette out of the pack, and he slaps it onto his lower lip, secures it with his upper lip]

people, i'd love to know where this fucker Sinch is going with this piece of craft, but yo, it's like some sort of folk stuff, some ancient Indian shit. which is totally cool drifter, right? but we don't do that here. we dig style. so right off the bat, be it a single or a triple, we can't allow stoic heritage honor stuff to go up the pipe, i'm I right? this fella, Sinch, has no idea where he landed with TQR. considering fining the motherfucker.

[doomey grabs up the capital and twists it, twists it into a tight conical doobie. he stretches his arm and points the doobie at the mirrorball. with his free hand he grabs up the Bose remote and thumbs in Public Enemy's lost at birth. the mirrorball twirls, and then sparks grinds off it, and then arcs go all around the Floor, and a heavy spark lands on the tip of the capital doobie, and the doobie sparks up, ignites, goes all aflame. doomey pulls it in, puts the flame to the tip of his cigarette, sucks in some really sweet smoke, exhales]

Fruit of the Earth has been Portholed.

[doomey watches the doobied capital, held in his fist, burn. he spits at it, the flame goes fucking wild. doomey giggles, and he drops the capital to floorboards, and he wags his flaming fist in the air]

what the fuck, Charlie?

[the flame works up his arm, crosses his shoulder, raises up his neck, totally ruins his hair, and it melts his face, making him a clean skeleton from the neck up, with a scant yowl from when he'd had flesh on his face. the flame has taken his body now, eaten it up like a gator on a fucking gator farm when the gator's gone critical loose, right? and the fire eats Doomet whole...sad...godchrist...this can't be.
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