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Post by elizar on Aug 31, 2009 16:36:39 GMT -5
"In case some eyes are trained on us." Minnie said. "They may appear dumb, but perhaps some still have some wits left and are used as guards."
"Divide and conquer tomorrow then." Gideon said and curled slightly. He had gotten his share of dinner tonight.
"Pretty much." Jonathan replied.
"So Danae will lure Ian there tomorrow, and me and Dmitri will lay there in wait." Sandra nodded. "This is going to be interesting to say the least."
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Post by Evangeline on Aug 31, 2009 17:38:53 GMT -5
"And I'll be bringing up the rear." Bree declared, "In case he tries to back out." From a lifetime of service, she already knew how to handle recalcitrants.
Elena settled down to washing dishes with the ever-present bottle of Dr. Bronner's soap. If one was bored, with absolutely nothing else to do, they could read the ranting fine print on the label.
Kelora yawned. "I'ma havin' a doze, OK?"
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Post by elizar on Aug 31, 2009 18:16:22 GMT -5
Jonathan looked at the two helicopters as they were lying down for sleep, then looked to Elena. "When's that rain gonna start?" He asked her.
Sandra nodded. "I wouldn't want you to risk yourself unnecessary for this." She said. "You're beginning to feel your years."
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Post by Evangeline on Aug 31, 2009 21:43:25 GMT -5
"Maybe next two hours." Elena said. "Certainly before midnight." She glanced over to the helos. "Let's get the tarps ready."
"Oh, I can still give a good nip and shove when I have to." Bree smiled wryly. "It certainly won't be the last time." Her nostrils flared as a breeze came her way. "Him, I assume."
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Post by elizar on Sept 1, 2009 4:12:49 GMT -5
Jonathan stood up with the others and went back to work. The dinner had been sating enough to enable them to keep working at least for an hour more.
Sandra raised her own nose up, took a quick whiff and nodded. "Yeah." She said. "We should wait for Rihanna before going in."
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Post by Evangeline on Sept 1, 2009 21:21:35 GMT -5
Teru and Julian shinnied up the trees with lines to support the tarps that would give the helos and horses some protection from the rain. The others stuck to the ground, driving in stakes and securing the ropes. Cyrus and the doctor held out the tarp to be secured, and waited for the corners to be tied.
Rihanna walked until she heard a sound that had been quite familiar to her in her college days... the rancorous noise of a "hash song" being sung at the "down-down" taking place at a local pub. She entered to find maybe a dozen people in sweat-soaked shirts and battered sneakers - one NEVER wore new ones to a hash run. They were just in the middle of another verse of "The Good Ship Venus".
"...The ship's cat's name was Puddin' She prowled about intrudin' That dirty old cat would batty-bat-bat at anythin' protrudin!..."
That was probably about the mildest lyric in that song.
Rihanna approached them in an indirect way, seating herself directly at the bar and ordering a beer while she got the measure of the group. It skewed a bit on the male side, but the apparent ages ranged from twentysomething to fortyish, with several couples in the mix - two straight, one gay. She worked out her approach as she sipped, waiting for a break in the singing, which came about three-quarters into her Guinness Stout. She made eye contact with the "Grand Master" of the hash, turning on her barstool so that her own T-shirt was exposed - showing a stylized human footprint with the letters "On-On" superimposed on it.
She introduced herself by her "Hash Name". "Little Susie Hottencrotch, Honolulu hash."
"Where'd she go haring off to?" Dmitri asked.
"I think she's seeking out a few friends she hasn't met yet." Bree answered, glancing to Sandra. "Am I right?"
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Post by elizar on Sept 2, 2009 15:44:49 GMT -5
"Heavensangel." The master introduced himself. He was a man in his thirties and well fit. He showed that running and drinking wasn't his exclusive exercise. "You're pretty long way from your kennel." He smiled. "Thinking of going over?"
Jonathan kept his attention on the tarp. He was happier with that being used instead of the spell Helen and proposed. "How's that?" He asked after a moment when it looked like it was stable.
Sandra nodded looking slightly worried. "Doesn't hurt her to have a backup. I hope those Hashers are good as it is said they're are."
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Post by Evangeline on Sept 2, 2009 17:56:14 GMT -5
"Heavensangel." Rihanna barely restrained a GOTTA-BE-KIDDING look. Hash names tended to be risque in general and could be downright scatological, depending on the hash and the circumstances under which it was assigned. She wondered how the master had gotten stuck with this one. "I travel a LOT." she admitted, "But when I saw hash marks around, I knew I only had to follow the noise. So, who's the Mismanagement?"
"It'll hold." Elena nodded. Kelora opened one sleepy eye and rolled it up towards the suspended fabric. "We'd better get ourselves squared away now."
"They would know the town pretty well, every alley and shortcut." Dmitri said. "And some places we can't get into."
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Post by elizar on Sept 2, 2009 18:16:29 GMT -5
"We are a small club here, so I'm Hash Cash, Grandmaster and RA." Heavensangel said. "Got all that by owning the house." He pointed subtly towards the wall behind him. On it was a faded image that was almost a "spot the sailboat" challenge. It was a image of a skull with wings sprouding behind it, and above to the right the letters 'ngel' could be seen slightly curved. It seemed as a continuation of a rocker, but the first half of it was too faded to be seen.
"Tiffany Alltheway is the Haberdasher, Hare and Horn. Except she doesn't need a horn." Heavensangel continued. "On sec and Scribe is Matthew Gloryhole." He indicated the two he spoke about.
"Time for rest before busy tomorrow." Jonathan sighed.
Sandra nodded. "I hope she will find someone she can truly trust in the group. And that the group hasn't fallen to the words of a cat-girl."
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Post by Evangeline on Sept 2, 2009 22:13:26 GMT -5
The two other hashers nodded. Several others offered their monickers as well. "Labial Fricative," "Porcelain Goddess", "Vomitus Maximus", "Merkin Eagle", "Doggie Style", "Dildo Dawn," "Hand Solo" and "Princess Lay-Her" (the latter two a couple) were also present.
"I was Hash Cash in our own kennel for a while," Rihanna elaborated, "And a hare as well."
"Better a hare than DFL."(Dead F***ing Last) Doggie thumbed over in the direction of Vomitus, who was perhaps not the fittest of individuals. Vomitus smirked. "At least I didn't trip over myself and slam right into Porcelain's butt when she was bent over looking through the shiggy." He grinned. "That's how HE got named."
"There was a small "hash" at Ash Mountain, I recall." Bree spoke up again. "I think if there was something going on with any one of them, they'd know."
Cyrus wiped sweat off his brow and took a long drink of water. "I'ma dead right now. Don't even poke me 'til tomorrow."
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Post by elizar on Sept 3, 2009 8:45:52 GMT -5
Heavenangel chuckled. "Well then, you got the round of introductions here." He nodded. "How about you? Come to give us a certain message? You've had no intention to go unnoticed." He leaned forward but had a beer bottle in his hand. He extended it to her as if it was a lubricant for her tongue.
"They seem like the group to come from everywhere, and to have fun, and not let nothing trample on their attempts to have said fun." Sandra chuckled. "Perhaps a little complex group under the surface."
"Likewise." Jonathan yawned. Gideon had already curled up for sleep after the tarp was in place. "I just hope that the ditches do their job. No fun waking up with phenomena."
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Post by Evangeline on Sept 4, 2009 22:49:33 GMT -5
Rihanna accepted the bottle. "I usually work with a salvage crew, a couple of other humans and a helo, but our helo buddy is having some little family issues that are turning into great big ones, courtesy of a cult that's set up near old Nola." She used the shortened term for the site of New Orleans. "Two of his kids were wrapped up in it, the younger one had the sense to flee, but the older one is in it too deep and drunk the Kool-Aid. He's here in town with another cultie to recruit. This other one, she looks like a human at first glance, except that humans don't normally have natural purple hair and cat ears and tail. She wasn't even human to start with. This might sound like bullsh*t, but the Amberites aren't the only ones who have powers, and the leader of this cult will trade you the shape of your dreams for your whole mind and soul. It's not as good a trade as people might think."
Bree turned to Dmitri and his superior. "Do you know any of these people?"
"Not directly." Dmitri shook his head. "I've seen the signs they leave for their running games, though, and I'd know a few of their scents."
"I'll admit I know even less, as I'm out to sea much of the time, but I've seen them running on the shore." Capt. Beauchamps added. "And drinking, and partying, and singing raunchy songs horribly. Not even a hurricane puts them off."
"Drainage should be adequate." Julian did a last check. "Well, let's get the horses settled and hit the hay."
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Post by elizar on Sept 5, 2009 8:02:20 GMT -5
"Well, both of you haven't escaped any attention." Heavensangel said. "We've heard the spiel from both of you. All that user business scares me if I may be frank about this." He sighed and sat down opposite of her. "And I know that you didn't come here just for the company and drink."
"I hope they're not running in bad weather." Sandra chuckled. "Do you think they could be the moral compass of the community?"
"Right." Jonathan said and grabbed a halter. Though the red dun he was approaching was intent on being chased rather than to come quietly.
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Post by Evangeline on Sept 5, 2009 19:01:49 GMT -5
"I need to talk to somebody who knows every nook and cranny here." Rihanna stated it bluntly. "So that wherever they are, we know. We don't want to frighten them right away, or they'll just take off and move to happier hunting grounds. Once we know their habits and movements, we can catch them. One is a user, but her powers are relatively passive and pose no physical or mental threat to others. The other is a kid, a minor who has been brainwashed and desperately needs his family. Getting them into custody will also stymie this cult leader's "recruiting" efforts for the duration, while the lawful users work on containing him."
"With nicknames like "Harvey the MILFman" and "BJ Betty?" Bree smirked. "That would be an irony." Danae blushed slightly, and Beauchamps rolled her eyes. Dmitri smirked while trying to hold in his laughter.
"Don't give him any trouble, Rifka." Teru spoke reproachfully to the mare.
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Post by elizar on Sept 5, 2009 19:34:58 GMT -5
"So you want someones to keep an eye on them before you go and take them out?" Heavensangel said. "I know about the dangers of a cult and all that." He muttered and took a swig. "Before the hashers came here, Hells Angels ruled this town." He again pointed at the very faint image of a skull with wings sprouting behind it. "It took some effort, mostly from the hashers that came sometimes after, but we managed to clean up the base here and get the gov to send us some military force to clean up the place."
He looked over to Rihanna. "We've already been talking about doing another cleaning operation."
"I guess it was too hopeful." Sandra said. "We do need someone to continue to spread the message once we go from here and to next town."
"You know, you amberites really need to teach me how to do that." Jonathan said as the dun mare had stopped and walked calmly over to him. Without any trouble or pinned ears, he slipped the halter on her and used it to lead her to where she would be for the night.
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