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« Reply #75 on: November 29, 2011, 01:05:50 am » |
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"Oh that is for me then. Here, I can sign that."
(Signs, "Whom")
I take it you don't need my full name?
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« Reply #76 on: November 29, 2011, 06:13:34 pm » |
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*obsequiously "If 'Whom' is how you would address yourself when here sir, then it is your full name.
That will be perfectly adequate, thank you."
*carefully receives receipt and pen making sure not to smudge fingerprints, DNA trace or ink...
"Have another day"
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"wee all here are much troubled with the loss of poor Thompson & Sutton"
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« Reply #77 on: November 29, 2011, 06:41:56 pm » |
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*Closes door, listens for footsteps to die away.
*Removes pigskin gloves and places then in the Time-Space Incinerator.
"Have 'another' day? I wonder what he meant by that?"
"Right-oh! We'll need to find the Secret Screwdrivers. Does anyone remember where the map for the location of the Secret Screwdrivers is?"
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« Reply #78 on: November 29, 2011, 06:47:54 pm » |
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Last time I saw it, it was in there! *points to the Time-Space-Incinerator*
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Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)
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« Reply #79 on: November 29, 2011, 09:17:01 pm » |
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Is there not an Un-do button it it, then?
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« Reply #80 on: November 29, 2011, 09:18:29 pm » |
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There was. Someone un-buttoned it.
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« Reply #81 on: November 29, 2011, 09:20:57 pm » |
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Alright, fine! Here *digs around in skirt pockets* you can use my set of Secret Screwdrivers. Give them back when you are done, though. They were passed down from my Granny.
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« Reply #82 on: November 30, 2011, 03:48:17 pm » |
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"Thanks. What's the combination for the lock?"
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« Reply #83 on: November 30, 2011, 07:09:39 pm » |
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7left, 5 right, 8 left, 2 right and 4 complete turns widdershins. See, it's written there, on the side of the box!
Sorry, didn't mean to creep up on you. I let myself in, got the address out of Yellow Pages, er... you are the Not So Secret Society, aren't you? I am on the hunt for an automaton that I have just finished - well, its got a few wrinkles still - it is dressed like a postman and has a bit of an attitude. It's his Primary Directive I am a bit worried about, still a few gremlins in the old software you know. I think he may be coming here, I found your name, heavily underlined, in the Yellow Pages, so...
Why are you all looking at me like that?
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« Reply #84 on: November 30, 2011, 07:29:23 pm » |
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Um... beg your pardon, I thought you just said "postman"?
What exactly was it you're worried about?
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Mercury Wells
Rogue Ætherlord
I insiste that you do call me WELLS. :)
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« Reply #85 on: November 30, 2011, 08:27:30 pm » |
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Because the "Postman" is none other than...*A shot rings out from near the Scotch decanter*...urrrrrgh, * I fall down, apparently dead*.
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« Reply #86 on: November 30, 2011, 08:31:09 pm » |
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Dear me, what was that?
Oh, nothing much Evelyn, just some contextual confusion over the words "late delivery", with "late" usually in postal terms meaning after the due time. But sometimes it can mean , er, um, as it were... deceased. I'm not saying he... er it will but it could think late delivery means delivering "lateness" as in the other definition of the word. Not saying he it will, just might, he's a bit creepy these last few days. Been reading up about secret societies.
Now what was that noise over there?
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« Reply #87 on: November 30, 2011, 08:33:39 pm » |
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Oh! You're all...um...ah...hmm. Well anyway, how do you do? It seems that...uh...never mind.
*Finds the Comfy Chair and sits down*
I say, someone should see to this man. He's been shot by that Islay single malt.
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~ David St. Hubbins
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« Reply #88 on: November 30, 2011, 08:36:15 pm » |
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Probably explains the smell of seaweed. Is there any of the malt left?
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« Reply #89 on: November 30, 2011, 08:36:54 pm » |
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I think there is a bit. Just be sure to pick out the bits of glass before drinking.
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« Reply #90 on: December 01, 2011, 05:28:01 am » |
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Will someone call the Not so Secret Physician for Mr. Wells, please? He looks to be injured, not deceased.
Now what was he saying before he...Oh dear! Would you look at that?
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« Reply #91 on: December 03, 2011, 10:45:02 pm » |
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*Looks up and gesticulates with screwdriver* "This package is ticking, you know."
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« Reply #92 on: December 03, 2011, 10:51:59 pm » |
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Probably too much to hope, that it's just a new pocket watch?
Should we advise Igor to take it to the bomb disposal unit in the vault?
You know, the secret vault, the one that doesn't exist... *wink* *wink*
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Lady Chrystal
Master Tinkerer
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Lady Adventurer, Chronicler
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« Reply #93 on: December 03, 2011, 10:55:30 pm » |
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#pokes head around door#
"Hello. Has anyone seen a parcel for me? I'm expecting a skeleton clock made of real human bones. It should arrive sometime today...?"
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MWBailey
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"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"
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« Reply #94 on: December 04, 2011, 01:11:48 am » |
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*pops up out of the trapdoor behind the settee* Hel-lo, I have a parcel here for a Ms. 'Chrystal.'
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""quid statis aspicientes in infernum"
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« Reply #95 on: December 04, 2011, 01:18:56 am » |
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And just what is with all these parcels being delivered? For a society that doesn't exist we seem to be getting a lot of mail.
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« Reply #96 on: December 04, 2011, 07:02:34 am » |
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Never mind the ticking boxes of bones...I'm sure they will take care of themselves. I'll just take the secret screwdrivers back, please. I need to be somewhere just now...before Mr. Wells' physician arrives.
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« Reply #97 on: December 04, 2011, 10:50:13 am » |
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Ooh, people running aimlessly down hallways - does that mean that the whole set of Doctor Who has discovered the Not So Secret Society?
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« Reply #98 on: December 04, 2011, 08:13:19 pm » |
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*looks around cautiously*
*slips sonic screwdriver in a coat pocket*
No, I don't think so...why, does this remind you of the TARDIS?
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« Reply #99 on: December 04, 2011, 10:26:56 pm » |
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Well, apart from odd people running pointlessly all over the place, the strange assemblage of obscure equipment and the fact that it appears to be bigger inside than out, no!
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