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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/06 03:23 By: deplancher Status: Admin  
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[DeP studies the Jesus and his dance moves. Who could not move, with the walls shaking and Carol's spurs a jingle jangling in the mist? She shimmies a little, but really it's no more than a readjustment of position. She isn't in the mood to dance now. She is in the mood to brood a little. All she can hear is Tom Petty's I Need to Know and All You Can Carry and a bunch of melodic tunes in between. Stuff like that. She shakes her head here though, adjusts her hair and examines her cuticles like maybe they need oiling. Something's got to give. Carry on, some lame voice urges. So she does. She clears her throat, closes her eyes and mind to the morose. Death sucks. But the stomping boot rolls on...]

I feel like I'm dragging one leg behind. You two and Dooms, man. You're much more efficient at this examination process than I. Not that I'm completely lame. Was that me whining just now, looking for sympathy.. Accchhhh and merde. If I were a spitter, I might spit now, that seeming an appropriate gesture and expulsion or means of emphasis. Ahem...oui, Mlle Carol, I dig those spurs. We should take a stroll sometime with or without our horses.

So, insomnia is the partial cause of visions Je pense. I don't want to talk about it though. I'll sleep in another galaxy. I just read this strange little number...oops, apologies...piece of cap. It didn't help with sleep, the content being odd and slightly..er, well. It was vivid and strange. So, blah blah. I do need rest. But here, can we send it by pigeon? Motorbikette by VC Nelson Stanley has been zinged to the Terminal.

DeP
A Bluelight Dancer/Not a Pocketbook Romancer
of The Floor
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/12 00:21 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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Sweet, girl.

[Jesus pulls a fresh capital from his pants]

Look at this. Damn. Libby Faucette' Low Tide, could be a really great tale. Shall see, eh?
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/13 00:05 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol swivels in her pilot's chair. She thumbs in Teddy Bear on the Bose]

God fuck, I love Elvis to the floor, cousin. So, okay.

[She locks eyes on Jesus]

Before you go off on Faucette's sacrifice...that's weird. Did I just say sacrifice? I meant capital. Hm. So, anyway, before you go all into Low Tide and shit, I'd like to shove John Buckley's The Language of Ghosts up past the mirrorball, and past the rafters hung with cobwebs, and through the second floor squeeking flooring, into the Terminal, where they feast on roast.

[Carol lowers her head, winded. She brings up her fist and slams it down on the cherrywood's desktop repeatedly]

Good fucking job, Buckley. You're in the VIP room, bitch!

[Carol gets to her feet and tosses the capital in question up into the rafters. As the pages rise, they ignite and curl, and they rise further, weightless, free.
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/13 00:19 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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Okay, girl. Coolness.

[Jesus leans his buttcheeks on the cherrywood's edge, and he looks over the pages he holds in his hands]

Maybe we should order in some Thai food? Looks to be a long night, eh?
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/13 00:55 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus flips over the last page of the current capital onto the cherrywood's desktop. He stands, pushing his ass off the edge of the desk and he breathes in deep]

Okay, Low Tide, by Libby Faucette, has been Portholed.

[Jesus places the current capital upon the desktop. He reaches beneath the desk and comes up with a hatchet, glisteningly sharp. He raises it above his head, and then he brings it down, repeatedly, shreading the capital. After a few beats he pauses, breathes, wavers. And then he goes about chopping the shit out of the capital again. And again. The capital is shreaded, dead. Jesus puts the hatchet in the bottom drawer, and he winks at Carol]

Done. Pretty much.
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/14 20:26 By: deplancher Status: Admin  
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[DeP's been sick. It's unusual, this altered state. With fragility she is familiar but not the weakness fever and flush bring on...ugh. She checks the corners of the room, peeling back the wallpaper wherever pieces of it hang loose. Checking for mold. What else, besides some foreign debris, some organic filth could have infected her otherwise balanced and healthful state of being. There is, she thinks, too much weakness in the world. Too much mediocrity and self abuse. Delusion of what it is to be...she turns her attention to the mirrorball and its perpetual counterclockwise orbit.]

I'm grateful for VCs who deliver capital of substance. Helps me focus on the possibility of possibilities. That there are some, I mean.

Careful with that axe, Jesus!

Oh, oui. I feel much better except for the periodic hallucinations. Anyway, there's been some worthy capital trickling in...worthy. Huh. As if we're the gods of what is and what is not so. But I guess in this comic book seam we get to take the role. And in that superior role of idiotic superiority I'm feeling right now, I can say that I did read and fall into VC Tom Sheehan's Improper Burial at America's First Ironworks and now that I've dug myself out of said capital deem it launchable into the vast field of uncompromising knowledge and judgment known as The Terminal.

Bite of this, ye dogs of wit and lit and see if ye deem it fit.

And now, ssshhh. DeP wants nothing better than a nap with her cat in her swinging hammock under the moon.

DeP
A Bluelight Dancer/Not a Pocketbook Romancer
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/19 00:46 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus tip-toes aside DePlancher's desk, gets hiself over beside the wardrobe, opens it up and checks inside just in case monsters had intent of arrival. He closes the closet door. He reaches into his pants and comes up with Lorne McMillan's Reunion. He holds it up before him, a fanned deck of cards]

I call dibs on this capital.
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/19 01:00 By: carol Status: Admin  
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S'all right, cousin. I call dibs on Robert Stephenson's In Escaping Monster. May the best stupid mammal win, wife. We'll see what's what.

[Carol spreads out the capital on the desktop]

We'll fucking see.
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/24 01:50 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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Yeah.

[Jesus throws the capital to the tiles]

McMillan's capital falls way short, and so it becomes sawdust.

[Jesus waltzes, he does the two step. The capital goes to shreads beneath his heels, and it goes bye-bye. Jesus stands still, and then he twirls, and then he staggers, regains his balance with much effort]

Did I get stoned a half hour or so ago?
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/24 02:02 By: carol Status: Admin  
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We may have...

[Carol leans back in the pilot's chair, she smiles]

Gotten stoned. Earlier.

[She brings up a lit joint and sucks some sweet smoke from it. Her elbow goes limp after a bit, her hip goes slightly left]

Okay. In Escaping Monster is currently being dumped into the dark, the Porthole.

[She grabs up the capital she'd been examining, and, leaning back in the pilot's chair, she tears a thin strip from the first page of the capital. Slowly she tears a perfect strip, and then, once that strip has been torn, she begins to strip another strip, top to bottom. And she continues to do this, strip]
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/25 01:03 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus twirls and stomps his boot heels. The glass tiles blink blue and then rose and then gold and then crimson with each stomp of his boot heels. On the Bose, 29.00 by Tom Waites melts in, and Jesus moves slow, slamming his left big toe solewise on the tiles, then his right big toe. He continues stapling his big toes to the tiles, pop pop pop pop]

Examining Jason's The Fuhrer Boys, cousins.

[Jesus brings up the current cap, fans it in from of his face. He eyes it, looks it over, flips a page, flips another]
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/25 01:13 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol strips another long strip of beef jerky from the jerky tree that's drilled its roots into the glass tiles of the Floor. She eats of the jerky, and she smiles]
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/26 00:46 By: Jesus Status: Admin  
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[Jesus looks at Carol, and he watches her striping the poor capital, watches her munch on the strips and enjoy them, munch munch munch. Jesus turns his head stiffly. He addresses the camera that only Doomey can see]

Ladies. Fellas. The Fuhrer Boys is a hit here at TQR Interprises. Smart dialogue, sweet narration, twisted plot. I'm tossing this up to the Terminal, god bless its soul.

[Jesus balls up the first page of the capital, and he tosses it up past the twirling mirrorball. He does thus with the second page of the capital. And then he does thusly with all forthcoming pages of the current capital. Ad infintum, blah, blah, blah]
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Re:WK 01.8
Date: 2017/10/26 00:55 By: carol Status: Admin  
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[Carol tosses the strips of capital to the tiles. She spits. She grabs up the current cap, spreads it out before her on the cherrywood's desktop. She gazes at the pages]

Svenning.

[She taps her forefinger-tip on the capital, she shakes her head right to left. She examines...]
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