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wk01.4storytellerstellingstories2enableotherstorys
Date: 2017/07/12 12:57 By: tqr Status: Admin  
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[The Rorschalk stands up from the toilet and ponderously turns around in regards to surveying the glory that he has wrought ... only to be dismayed by the David Lynchian mindfuck that he is faced with, not the titanic turds he was expecting ... so seeing, the broken-inside edifice that still wanders around claiming TQR, drops to his knees and hugs the porcelain god like a sorority girl from What Cheer after undergoing her first bender...]

They went and did it ... Damn you! Damn you! You had to go and do it! The foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolzzzzz! The rest is endochrine systems and divination of will to power. Alas, do not say that I am mad!


[So saying, he presses himself to his feet and stumbles about like a vagabond on aquadavit before, with much antipathy, decides upon the nuclear option and leans forward to depend the flusher... wherein the placid water resolves into a sucking maelstrom]

It is the east! Boil, boil! Tis a churn not fit for man nor Boligard, not to mention the angelic Deplancher. Alack, I knew them well!

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Re:wk01.4storytellerstellingstories2enableotherstorys
Date: 2017/07/13 20:07 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus has dressed down. He's got his military sunglasses on, a rolled-sleeved paisley shirt, unbuttoned to mid-chest, some grungy jeans, his good old sandles. He sits cross-legged on a lawn chair he'd pulled from the cleaning closet. His hair and beard are a mess, tilted to the side, and he's examining a copy of Jim Harrison's A Good Day To Die. He sucks on a nice Java, tapping ashes to the tiles now and then. The lawn chair is set beside the somewhat hidden stairs that lead up to the toilet. He hears a flushing. He sets the novel upon his knee, looks over at Carol who's taken over the cherrywood. She's tightened her look. A t-shirt that reads, Lester Bangs is God, a couple inches of silver braclets, and rosemary oil wetting her long black hair. Her head is hung, her eyes closed. She's practicing coin palms and shuffles with both hands, her head nodding slightly to the beat of the Bose, Public Enemy's Rebel Without a Pause]

The boss has...oh, tranced.

[Jesus looks around the Floor, sees Boligard leaning against the wardrobe, dressed in his clothes again, thank the Gods, head tilted up to the mirrorball, sucking the life out of a pall mall]

Boligard. The boss just flushed something unholy down the toilet upstairs.

[He brings the tip of the Java to his lips and take a good long pull]
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Re:wk01.4storytellerstellingstories2enableotherstorys
Date: 2017/07/13 21:22 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey exhales, streams a fine spear of sweet purple smoke toward the mirrorball, and then he turns his gaze to Jesus, moving his body not half an inch]

godamn that bastard. we, as a tribe, could have have raised that little devil-spawn proper. shit. why'd he flush it. damn it.

[doomey shoves himself off the wardrobe]

meanwhile, we've tripped across another goodstuff, and it's going up to the Terminal, gods bless its soul. Patrick Baker's The Shadow Knights has gone Terminal. and this is something a bit ego-twisted. the Terminali will throw this capital to the deluge. but i love the James Bondish tilt on military workings. and...

[doomey leans against the cherrywood, sucks what's left of his cigarette, and then he shoves it into the mess in the gigantoid marble triangular ashtray set cornerward on the cherrywood's desktop]

those Terminali are going to buttfuck this capital. but i feel its punch.

[doomey reaches out and smoothes back Carol's hair. he brings his hand to his nose, sniffs]

rosemary. nice.

[doomey steps out onto the tiles]

oh. and steve rodgers'extreme retirement planning ain't going nowhere but porthole, people. just so you know
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Re:wk01.4storytellerstellingstories2enableotherstorys
Date: 2017/07/17 20:45 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey moves up close behind the pilot's chair. he watches over Carol's shoulder as she grabs up mark jones's capital, vacuuming, and slams it face down on the cherrytop. he sniffs her hair]

ah. dreamy. so.

[tugs a cigarette from inside his coat pocket, swan vesta's it, sucks in some sweet smoke. he pistons the smoke from his lips toward the mirrorball. he glances over at Jesus on his lawn chair]

do you see how it's all coming together, Christ?
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Re:wk01.4storytellerstellingstories2enableotherstorys
Date: 2017/07/17 20:49 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus looks up from his examination of a good day to die]

Yeah, no, Boligard.

[He flaps the novel around in front of him]

Have you examined this? It's so good.

[Jesus brings the tip of the Java to his lips and fills his cheeks with coffee-tinged smoke]
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Re:wk01.4storytellerstellingstories2enableotherstorys
Date: 2017/07/17 21:02 By: doomey Status: Admin  
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[doomey grips the back of the pilot's chair, the pall mall teetering betwixt his lips]

what you hold there, Christ, is one of the best capitals ever crafted.

[doomey sucks smoke, exhales. he focuses on the playing field before him. on the desktop lay a couple capitals, one face up, one face down. he taps Carol on the shoulder]

you sure?

[Carol nods. doomey stands and struts out onto the tiles]

Okay. Mark Jones's Vacuuming has been tossed out the Porthole, people. And David Landrum's Blodeuwedd has been tossed up to the Terminal.

[doomey does a spin on the tiles, and one capital sparks and dies in flames on the cherrywood while the other capital levitates up and up and up and up...and up and up and up and disappears in the rafters, raptured]

Carol has spoke, bitches!

[doomey looks around the Floor, his heels scuttling across the glass tiles]

where the fuck is DeP?
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