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Topic: sharing something positive with the Innmates
Subject: cute


Ahh yes.

"Why does Vanadia have martial arts, fights as a fighter and is only a thief?"

"Because she sleeps with me. Any other questions?"

"No. Good reason."



Posted on 2009-11-05 at 17:17:54.

Topic: I'm Collecting Birthdays!!
Subject: turtle


Fudgeoos and Beer!

Posted on 2009-11-04 at 20:20:01.

Topic: Freedom's Price Q&A
Subject: Hello


Good to see you again Vesper. The game seems to have stalled. Part of the reason behind this is Vanadia has pnemonia and is recovering slowly, while MMV is swamped with High school registration and homework.

But Tann is the only person who posted after mine. So I am not sure if this game is dead or am I not giving you people what you need to play. I know i owe Tann a map but really in the current situation all I need to know is are you ducking, freezing or drawing weapons.

So talk to me people. If you want me to fast forward to the heavily foreshadowed doomed conclusion of this bar scene, tell me. I prefer to play it out but my job is to keep the people satisfied.


Posted on 2009-11-03 at 14:09:46.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Bob goes down for sleepy time


Stardate 2368.04.10 USS Discovery - Holodeck 3, 10:00

“Bobdude… get the mem mods in Sheila?” She asks with a smile.

“Affirm-a –reno Kennedydude. Sheila’s purring like a tribble in a silo full of tribble chow, extra chewy. Filed the trend reports for you to view, when you are through and you know its true.”

“Good good… catching the Z train after this right?”

“Catching the express, no mess because I’m feeling the stress, Kennedydude.”

“Good because if you weren’t I’d have to order you to.” She smiles again then watches as the last required officer walks in.

Bob watched to briefing with a bemused look until the visuals began to run. Then he took a great deal of interest in looking at his PADD. The violent imagery of the torpedos destroying the target brought back memories for him that he couldn’t deal with again.

“These warheads are fantastic weapons at long range, the longer the better.”

“Couldn’t agree more with the longer part, dude.” Bob said aloud. “Sorry I don’t have and visual wham bams to dam and blam your cortex people,” Bob said when it was his turn to speak, “The inner minds on these are your basic cunning S&D, with turbo boosted through their jim-jams on the S’s. They are hot stuff as the Ensign here has shown with more detail than my lunch could handle. But as with all the F-E-D brings to the table, they are lost when the wool is pulled, unless you wanted to try a tachyon feelie but we all know what happens when you do that, so I won’t waste your time dudes and dudettes.. Any co-mos?”

If anyone wishes to ask a question I will back post.

Stardate 2368.04.10 USS Discovery - Lt. Bob N’doog Quarters 10:30

Bob entered his room and stretched his arms wide as he yawn.s The bed in the room was cleanly made and looked like it never had been slept in. This was because Bob rarely slept in the bed - bed was for other things but sleep was for the chair.

To the side of the room was a large black recliner chair as long as Bob was tall. He’d rescue the chair a while ago from a old shipping trader and had modified it to his needs.

“Sheila! Need to come down – way down. Man that Ensign’s eye candy just about made my chimis –changa if you know what I mean. Mood lighting for sleepy time. Give me some tunes, light and relaxing”

A gentle orchestra piece began to play over the sound system, as the lights lowered to near darkness.

“Sweet!” He said and stretched out on the chair. “Sheila – lay in the magic.”

The chair began to vibrate gently.

“That the place, now it’s homeward bound. Shelia, wake me when ….” Bob never finished his statement as sleep overtook him.

*Beep* Acknowledged. Alarm set for one hour before shift change. *Beep*

Posted on 2009-11-02 at 20:11:42.

Topic: Loaded Dice #28: Dear Diary...
Subject: See!


I'm not the only one.

You have to click on the arrow up at the top left of the screen. That is a vote for the page. If it turns orange, it registered the vote.

Posted on 2009-11-02 at 18:45:34.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: there is a yacht?


There is a yacht? What does the XO get? Small cruiser with a built in hot tub?

Posted on 2009-11-02 at 17:51:50.

Topic: Loaded Dice #28: Dear Diary...
Subject: aaahhh


reddit scares me.....

Posted on 2009-11-02 at 17:14:43.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Tier


If you are the security chief, then you have Steward Tier under your command. An over-zealous potty mouthed ex-engineer who isn't afraid to speak his mind.

Posted on 2009-11-02 at 17:08:25.

Topic: Loaded Dice #28: Dear Diary...
Subject: diaries


Ahh the memories. I have messed up so many parties with the diary of a mad man.

"The direction in the diary lead us here. This should be the treasure room."

"This is the kitchen!"

Posted on 2009-11-02 at 14:50:34.

Topic: RDI Stats 2009
Subject: curious


Do I have to sign up to flirt with Merideth or is it a "jump in" kinda thing. I missed the memo again.

Posted on 2009-10-30 at 20:11:41.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Bob and Mac in a turbolift


Stardate: 2368.04.10 - USS Discovery, Main Engineering – 09:30

Bob finished the implementation of the last memory module and breathed a sigh of relief, “There you be Sheila. Better, smarter, faster, stronger.”

*Beep* “Diagnostic complete. Access time increased by 15.4 percent. Capacity by 45%”

“Sweet, Nighty Nighty then.”

Bob signaled to the waiting Ensign to take over his position.”treat her well Zev. She’s had a tough morning. I’m off to Z land for a bit.”

“Yes Sir.” replied the ensign, clearly not sure of what Bob just said to him.

=^=Lt. Bob N’Doog?” =^= came the voice of chirper Tanyi Mecall over his communicator.

Bob clicked the badge, “Your time, your dime on the chime, dude”

=^=There is a special briefing in Operation scheduled in a half hour. Commander Kennedy requested your presence. =^=

“Ops? What’s the Top?”

=^= I’m sorry Bob, I didn’t understand. =^=

“Topic. What’s we chatting about dudette?”

=^=Oh! The new Photon Torpedos=^=

“I don’t do violence.Tanyi.”

“I know Bob but the commander wants your input on the guidance computers.”

Bob briefly thought about passing due to the double he just pulled, but he was a team player. Sleep could wait a bit.

“Be there then. N’Doog out”

Bob changed his route in mid-step and headed towards the turbolift. As he approached, Jack MacTavish came around the corner towards the same lift.

“Whoa. Jackiedude! You must be heading my way because we can’t talk boomboxes without the chief trigger puller!” Bob raised his hand in the air as a greeting, “what it is, what it was and what it shall be my friend.”

Mac had been routed through Main Engineering thanks to having encountered one of a handful of still-out-of-service turbolifts on his way back from Aft Torpedo Support on Deck 35. Even though the Catullan’s shift had ended more than three hours ago, the TAC officer wasn’t surprised to run into Bob N’doog on his way through the cavernous ENG deck.

“G’marnin’, Lt,” Jack nodded unable not to smirk, his eyes flicked to the Engineer’s upraised hand hoping the lad wasn’t expecting what he referred to as a high-five, “I’m bound fer the briefin’ onna type sixes, if tha’s wha’ ye mean, lad, aye.”

He stepped into the lift when the hatch opened. “As tae wha’ et es, was, an’ shall be, boy-o,” he remarked, tipping his coffee cup as Lt N’doog joined him in the lift, “Et es a fargin’ miracle tha’ Fleet Command dinnae waffle any longer on deployin’ th’ Mk VI’s; et was a fair sight passed due fer ‘em tae ge’ off their duffs an’ equip us proper; an’ et shall be a bloody grand day when Discovery casts off an’ we put this station en our wake…

…Deck 11,” he said to the computer, his eyes turning back to regard the blue haired Catullan as the lift hatch whisked shut, “Pullin’ anoth’r double shift are ye, Bob?”

“Yeah, doing the mem-mod on Sheila and I prefer to be the dude behind the wheel for the whole trip if you catch my deal. Was going to catch some Z’s but the Kennedydude wants my brainwaves on your new toaster. Sure that you are grooving with the musing for these Marks, but I don’t do violence, cathartic or otherwise, dude.” Bob thought he saw some pain in the eyes of Jack and he wanted to help but new the burly man wouldn’t want him tripping through his closet, “So, any idea who our new X-man gonna be?” Bob asked.

Mac, of course, didn't necessarily agree with Bob's pacifistic inclinations but he certainly understood them and would never begrudge the man his beliefs. Ef et were no' fer lads o' both our ilk, he mused as Bob duded on, th' gal'xy'd be a barkin-mad place fer sure.

"Nae, lad," Mac rumbled in response to the query about whom the new XO might be, "I've no 'eard th' fairst peep.

"I'll nae mind ef I see ye pluggin' up yer ears a' th' war'ead briefin', Bob," the TAC officer nodded, "Jus' so long as ye tells me wha' I'm 'opin' tae 'ear aboot those guid'nce computers."

The Scot sipped at his coffee again as his eyes tracked to the small display that indicated which deck they were passing. A faint grin played on his lips as the cup returned to its 'at ease' position... "I'm no' gonna 'ave tae call the bloody thengs 'Sheila' er sommat, am I?"

“No! Did that once and the Captaindude was all whoa, and I was all like no way, and he was all whoa and reggies so I had to kill the pill in the drill. No thrill, let me tell you. You say Computer, I say Sheila – it’s all good under the hood as it should. No pulling of the ears though. I figure that you got to respect the ying with the yang, I like peace but don’t force it on anyone. I also like breathable air so I leave the fight to the right in the night cause they are outta sight – you dig?” as Bob finished the lift doors chimed and opened onto Deck 11.

"Aye, Lieutenant," Jack chuckled, shaking his head as he and the Engineer stepped out into the corridor, "I'm... hip."

Posted on 2009-10-30 at 18:13:23.
Edited on 2009-10-30 at 18:17:03 by Alacrity

Topic: Loaded Dice #27: Happy Halloween 2009
Subject: trying


I am desperately trying to vote but reddit doesn't seem to like me.

Posted on 2009-10-29 at 18:02:27.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Whoa


Callie called the computer Shelia! Dude's in awe-love.

Posted on 2009-10-29 at 14:19:41.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: what about Bob?


Merideth - we will have to have an encounter with Callie and Bob sometime as well. Biker babe and surfer dude loose in the engine room.

By the way - What would Callie prefer to be called Commanderdude? Commanderdudette? Remember - if he ain't calling you dude, he ain't respect you.

Posted on 2009-10-29 at 13:04:56.
Edited on 2009-10-29 at 13:05:12 by Alacrity

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: There is no spork


Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Discovery -HoloDeck 5 – 08:30


Lt. Steward Tier stood outside the building. He quickly checked his weapons under his long coat for the hundredth time. He had type 2 phasers on each hip, a type 3 on his back in easy pull harness, and a Cardassian Phase-disruptor on a strap under his arm.

“Computer! Start security sim 301. Set to level 10”

*Bleep*” Warning. Level ten exceeds the recommended parameters for your race and species”

“Yeah Yeah. Just set the gokk-bonking level to ten. Authorization Omega, 4, 2, Alpha, Tango, 1, 7”

The wind brushed Tiers hair and the people on the street began to move. Here Goes gokk bonking nothing

He picked up the black bag at his side and slowly entered the building through the revolving door. Before him was a security station with four armed guards, a security scanner with a conveyer belt for large objects and a gateway with a metal detector that had to be passed through to get to the lobby. Tier said nothing. He put the bag down on the conveyor belt and stepped through the detector.

*Ding. Ding.* the detector went off as he stepped through. One of the security guards stepped up to him and in a bored voice said, “Could you please remove any metallic items you may be carrying, keys, loose change...

Tier opened his trench coat to reveal the weapons underneath and let it drop to the floor.

“Holy shit! “ The guard exclaimed before Tier quickly struck him hard to the chest with enough force to send him to the ground. He grabbed both of his hand phasers and fired at the two guards on the right, and the one on the floor, killing them before they could draw their weapons.

The fourth guard moved to a place of cover and pulled out a communication device. “Backup! We need Backup”

Tier stepped forward and disintegrated the guard but it was too late. The sounds of footfalls were coming close and fast. The lobby was long and wide, with the elevator he need at the far end and 8 square columns before it, four on either side. Eight heavily armed guards moved in and took up defendable positions along side and behind the pillars for cover.

Four on the left, Four on the right. Come and get me you gokk bonkers.

“Freeze!” One of them yelled emphatically. Tier responded by opening fire with both weapons, taking out two guards immediately before they opened up on him. The assault rifles sprayed lead slugs into the area, smashing through the fake marble and concrete of the columns. Steward dove for cover, dropping his Type II’s as he did.

“Damn them to gokk bonking hell! Slug throwers! You got to be gokk bonking kidding me!” he yelled aloud as the rapid fire of the automatic weapons tore through his cover a bit at a time. He jerked the Cardassian weapon into his hand and flipped the power setting to max and the rate of fire to rapid,

He jumped to his feet and sprayed a salvo at the two remaining on the left to make them go for cover. Then he swung around the almost pulverized column and ran while firing. It seemed like slow motion to him, as he took out the closest guard with a barrage of rapid disruptor fire. He kept moving, shooting down the next guard as he moved out of cover to fire at him. The other two opened fire as well and Tier had to make a snap decision. If he dove for cover now, they remaining four could flak him easy and it would be game over. As he mulled his options for a split second, a shot from one of the guard struck his pulse rifle and tore it out of his hand. The Type III would take too long to get off his back so he made a desperate move. Throwing himself into a cartwheel across the floor he reach out to grab the automatic slugthrower the guard had dropped when killed. He grabbed it by the trigger guard and continued to cartwheel over. As he did, he opened up with the ancient weapon, taking out the two guards on the far side as he did in a spray of bullets and shell casings. Once more on his feet he back himself against a column and discarded the assault rifle with disgust, “Gokk bonking piece of gosa. No finesse, no accuracy and no gokk bonking worth.” He muttered as he quickly pulled the Type III off his back.

The remaining guards would try to outflank him by moving in on both sides. He had to do something unexpected to catch them off guard. Phaser rifle in hand he sprinted ti the closest wall and leap up, kicking out with his legs to spring off and change directions at the same time. He fired as he did, bring down the farthest guard but the other moved too quickly. Tier fell into a roll and came up right in front of the guard. A swift blow to the solar plexis stunned the man and then a round house to the side of the head knocked him down and out.

Tier sighed heavily, “Gokk Bonker!’ he muttered to no one in particular and walked toward the black bag he’d left at the front. He picked up the bag, his two hand phasers and the pulse rifle. The Cardassian weapon was known for its toughness and it proved to be true – the casing was broken but it still was operational. He prepared to move to the elevator, secretly thrilled that he had now made it further than he’d ever before at this level.

As he walked forward though, the holographic projectors suddenly shut down. He found himself in an empty holodeck and plunged into darkness. “What! No gokk boking way!” he screamed and punched his communicator badge furiously.

“Lt. N’doog” he commanded and then when it connected, “Bob! What in the name of gokk-bonking hell is going on here!”

=^= Careful with the ‘Tude, Dude. I’m not dealing the rude. =^=

Tier took a deep breath, “My holo sim just stopped in mid exercise!”

=^=That’s an affirmarino Dude. I’m mem-moding Shelia and had to back off the non essents. =^=

“Shelia? In life sciences?”

=^=No dude. Shelia. The Shelia. Stay on target dude. =^=

“Argh! When can I get my gokk bonking program back online?”

=^=Somewhere between a jiffy and a moment dude. Keep you rayguns ablazing. Got to fly, Shelia needs all eyes on her. Peace out =^=

*Beep* =^=Lt. Tier. Please report to Security station five. Code five=^= Came the voice of the communication officer. His down time had just been officially cancelled. As soon as it was said, his sim started back up, but from the beginning so he was standing outside the building again.

“Today is just not my gokk bonking day.” Tier muttered and then shouted out, “Computer! Exit!”

Posted on 2009-10-28 at 16:21:26.
Edited on 2009-10-28 at 16:43:56 by Alacrity

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: it gets to me


See what playing Trek does to me!

Posted on 2009-10-28 at 13:43:08.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: uh uh


If they can't mambo with me on the Leto deck, they ain't free dude.Transparent aluminum walls are still a cage, you don't need to be a sage, and it fill me with rage dude.

Posted on 2009-10-28 at 12:27:01.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: Ack


Don't tell Bob about the dolphins or whales. He'll be there trying to free them from captivity - dude!

Posted on 2009-10-28 at 12:16:45.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Incoming Big Guy


Stardate: 2368.04.10
USS Valmont, captain's ready room – 06:30


To step into Captain Horatio’s ready room was something of a shock. Being a Morphian, Horatio’s eyes were sensitive to light, hence his need to wear shaded eyewear at all times, but he keep the lighting in his room very low so he could remove his glasses. But there was more to his domain than that; every wall in the room had been lined with interlocking view panels that were directly linked to the Valmont’s sensors. So to walk into the ready room was like stepping out onto a platform in space. Above and all around were the reflections of the vastness that the ship was moving through. It had been a gift of his first officer to set his room up like this, the Domtarian, knowing the Captain’s love for observing space, had worked around the clock to make sure the viewers were integrated seamlessly.

And now, I have to let him go.

“Computer!” Horatio looked up at the star streaking by as they moved at warp, “Where is my First Officer?”

*Bleep* “Commander Avanti is in Jefferies Tube 117, Main Engineering” *Bleep*

“Really. I didn’t think he could fit.”

*Bleep* “Jefferies Tube 117’s structural integrity is at 110 percent. *Bleep*

“Ahh.” Horatio said and took off his shades, then touching his communicator, “Commander Avanti. Could you please report to my ready room. “

=/\= Avanti sir! I will be there …as soon as I can =/\=

“Commander…if you break my engines…I’ll take it out of your pay. You know better than to try to get into a Jefferies tube”

=/\=Acknowledged sir. Just trying to… ack, umm … be right there. =/\=

Horatio put his glasses back on and activated the personal viewscreen on his desk. There was Avanti’s record of service, all lit up. A first rate line officer, Avanti believed in his people and let them thrive at their jobs without interference or too much direction. He was professional to a flaw, but fiercely loyal to the people that served under him. Never afraid to get his hands dirty, Avanti would work alongside the petty officers and enlisted when the time required it – and the crew respected him for that. The captain mused for a moment and could not remember a time he saw him get angry – at least not at a crew member. When that Ambassador attempted to take the bridge by force, Avanti had become quite enraged, ripping the captain’s chair from its mooring and throwing it across the bridge – with the man in it.

He had more decorations that most Fleet Admirals included the coveted Federation Star. Horatio knew that each medal was reminder to the commander of the people who died, and he carried them all in his heart and on his shoulder. Give them all away if it brought one of them back, he had said once after enough Romulan ale to make a Domatarian tipsy.

*Bleep* The door chimed.

“Come in” Horatio called and the door opened, allowing in the light of the bridge into his sanctuary for a brief moment. Avanti entered the room, and looked around, admiring his handiwork and looking for flaws to fix at the same time.

“You wished to see me Captain.” Avanti came close but did not sit. Horatio didn’t bother asking him anymore.

“Commander Avanti. Do you know…what makes a man?”

Serving on the Valmont for a number of years, Avanti was used to Horatio’s habit of starting conversations with strange questions, “I believe you told me it was the uniform sir.”

Horatio chuckled, “I did?” he removed his shades again and stood up to walk towards the commander. Avanti was 6’7” tall and at least twice as wide as Horatio – he had to strain his neck to look up at him.”Actually … today it comes down to how he pays his debts. How he remembers those that offered a hand when he need one so …he can offer the same one day.”

Avanti looked down, “Sir?”

“Two years ago I pulled some strings Avanti.” Horatio turned to look out over the darkness again. “And a good friend of mind was kind enough to let me take one of his best officers. It’s time to return the favour.”

“I don’t understand sir.”

“Avanti … When are we due on Starbase 128?”

“Two days sir, why do you ask?”

“I want us to be there in one Avanti. Make it so please. I want to meet up with the Discovery that is moored there and awaiting their new First Officer. Congratulations Commander, you have been Transferred to a Galaxy class ship.”

Avanti stepped back, “Discovery? But Gavison?’

“Has a new command – The Charon. Let us face reality Avanti, these Norway class ships are getting old. You and Sango have tweaked this one to its peak but it is …will be in drydock for awhile with a retro fit and upgrades. You need to move on, and I owe Blair for letting me take you when I needed a top rate officer. I assume you want the position?”

Avanti thought about it for a moment. The Discovery was quite a ship and he had served with Blair before. The idea of the challenge appealed to him, not to mention the engines alone were amazing. Things with Sango and him had reached a peak and tapered off to both of their interests. Avanti was more traditional than Ilena would ever be but it had been fun while it lasted. This would create a break without the awkward problem of still working with each other. He stood up straight, “Yes Sir. I do.”

“Well then, take us up to maximum warp. You should have a day to walk about your new home before taking it out for the shakedown cruise.”

“Yes Sir,” Avanti saluted, “And Horatio…Thank you for everything.”

“No Commander.” Horatio turned to look at the big man while putting his shades back on emphatically, “Thank you.”

First Officer Avanti stepped out of the darkness of the ready room and on to the bridge, “Speed!” He called out the nickname of the Helmsman, “What is our speed and ETA on Starbase 128?”

Ensign Alacrity “Speed” Fitzhugh looked over his panel briefly, “Warp 2 sir. ETA is 16 hours.”

“Bring her up to Maximum Warp. Let’s see if we can get an extra day of shore leave for the crew.”

Speed smiled broadly, “Yes Sir! Increasing helm to warp 4.”

Posted on 2009-10-27 at 19:46:18.
Edited on 2009-11-05 at 21:11:54 by t_catt11

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: logbook


I attempted to enter a log entry with the trek tool today and it didn't appear. Tried it twice, checked my input both time.

Posted on 2009-10-24 at 23:56:43.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed
Subject: Bob is in the house


Stardate: 2368.04.10 - USS Discovery, Main Engineering - 0830

“Lieutenant N’Doog. You have been working for 14 hours with no rest or nutrition. Your shift ended 6 hours ago. Return to your quarters and get some rest.”

“No can do dude” Lt. Bob N’Doog answered without turning his head. He knew by the voice and tone it was Z’var, a fellow engineer. “Got me four more of these mem-mods to link for Shelia, then it’s snoozeville, population – me.

“I can complete the memory upgrade if you wish.”

Bob’s hands moved fast across the touch pad, blurring even to the superb vision of the Vulcan. “Whoa! Kudos dude, but no thanks. When it comes to Shelia’s greys, I want to be the guy on the fly with his hands in the pie, if you catch my meaning.”

Z’var thought for a moment, “You have a personal sense of pride when dealing with the ship’s computer. I can respect that.”

“Glad to hear our waves are rolling on the same peaks dude. Excuse a sec.” Bob finished the final entry and looked upwards “Shelia? How you doing?”

“Operating at normal parameters.” The vaguely feminine voice of the ship’s computer answered.

“Excellent! Gonna drop another, but watch those levels because the last was too close. Back off another ten on get go.”

“Understood. Decreasing startup sequence power level by ten percent.”

Z’var shook her head, “It is not logical to call the ship’s computer ‘Shelia’. It is not an entity, it is a machine.”

“Whoa dude. Don’t be saying that. She didn’t mean that Shelia!” Bob turned to look at his companion, “Don’t Diss my lady dude. Not cool. Dig?”

Z’var stepped back, “No disrespect meant Lieutenant. And may I remind you, my name is Z’var – not dude”.

“If I ain’t calling you dude, I ain’t respecting you.” Bob said with a chuckle and turned back to his control panel. “Okay Shelia. Hit me with your best shot, in the pot, and show me what you got. One more 100 googalbyte module coming at ya.”

“Initializing Memory Archive sequence” The computer responds

Shelia gets me


Posted on 2009-10-24 at 23:50:03.

Topic: Star Trek: No Good Deed Q&A
Subject: belt


Seems to me there is no need for pockets in the future. You don't need a wallet, you don't need keys, you don't need a cellphone.

I think most accessories are designed to clip to the belt or pants (phaser, PADD).

Posted on 2009-10-22 at 15:58:21.

Topic: Loaded Dice #25: Morality and Prisoners
Subject: Love it


I thought the art work was amazing and the writing was wonderful. Two thumbs up.

Posted on 2009-10-22 at 15:50:00.

Topic: Freedom's Price Q&A
Subject: answers


The scanner could fit into a large pocket, like that of a jacket or winter coat. Definitely not a pant pocket (Is that a scanner in your pocket or are you happy to see me?)

Yes your SM is visible, but only if you stand up. the wall of the booth hide it right now.

Time for one of my crude maps? From where you are sitting, the bar is directly across, the table you were at before is to your left and towards the back. The entranceway that the police came through is to your right.



Posted on 2009-10-22 at 12:10:15.
Edited on 2009-10-22 at 12:12:13 by Alacrity

Topic: Freedom's Price Q&A
Subject: heavy handed


I have placed everyone at the table together. The scanner is the size of a portable dvd player.

Unfortunately, I am not getting many posts for this game. Have I lost you all so soon?

Posted on 2009-10-21 at 03:01:03.

 


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