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caraigI closed the door to my home behind me, collected my thoughts, then asked everyone in general, "What is it with me, my job, and buildings catching on fire?"
That caught everyone's attention. The pirate and the Lensman paused in their game of full-contact go, blinking at me. The poet/narcissict/hedonist arched a brow languidly at me while chewing on the tip of a peacock-feather quill. The Imp actually poked it's head out of the cabinet, curiosity in it's red eyes. The puppy... well, the puppy cocked it's head at me before scampering off towards something shiny. And Darth Nukus actually paused in putting dinner in the Death Oven to turn -- s-l-o-w-l-y -- and look at me.
The pirate recovered first, clearing his throat and re-sheathing his schiavona. "Ye mind elaboratin' 'pon thot, lad?"
"The mall caught on fire today."
"Nae much an elaboration," the pirate grumbled.
"That doesn't sound good," the Lensman said. "Was anybody hurt?"
"Not that I noticed," I said. "Lots of firetrucks, though. And a helicopter." The puppy gave an excited yip! at that. "They closed the store, though, and every other store in the mall. We stayed open right until the cops came by to tell us to get out of the mall." The Imp did a reasonable imitation of Jess Porkins, shouting in a tiny high-pitched voice, "StayOnTarget!" as it somehow did a barrel roll and a crash-and-burn into the carpet.
The poet grinned, stretching out on the futon. "Did someone say, 'I smell toast?'"
"... As a matter of fact, several of us did. Anyway, the lights accross the way started to flicker at one point, then the fire alarms went off. So they started closing the stores on that side. Then we found out that there was a fire at the loading docks. Next thing we know, the manager is telling us that we have to close up the store, and another is telling us that he can smell smoke." I sighed. "First the New York Hilton, now the Staten Island Mall. Man, I hope this doesn't become a habit. I really like my job and I don't want it to go up in flames."
"Oh, you're just on fire, that's all."
Nukus snickered. "Opportunity from chaos, my young apprentice. Just don't go starting your own fires."
The pirate muttered gleefully, "Now I ken why yer so incompetent at doin' evil."
A blast of Force lightning sent the pirate yelping through the door to the washroom. "No popcorn for you!"
"Wow," the poet quipped, "that is evil."
That caught everyone's attention. The pirate and the Lensman paused in their game of full-contact go, blinking at me. The poet/narcissict/hedonist arched a brow languidly at me while chewing on the tip of a peacock-feather quill. The Imp actually poked it's head out of the cabinet, curiosity in it's red eyes. The puppy... well, the puppy cocked it's head at me before scampering off towards something shiny. And Darth Nukus actually paused in putting dinner in the Death Oven to turn -- s-l-o-w-l-y -- and look at me.
The pirate recovered first, clearing his throat and re-sheathing his schiavona. "Ye mind elaboratin' 'pon thot, lad?"
"The mall caught on fire today."
"Nae much an elaboration," the pirate grumbled.
"That doesn't sound good," the Lensman said. "Was anybody hurt?"
"Not that I noticed," I said. "Lots of firetrucks, though. And a helicopter." The puppy gave an excited yip! at that. "They closed the store, though, and every other store in the mall. We stayed open right until the cops came by to tell us to get out of the mall." The Imp did a reasonable imitation of Jess Porkins, shouting in a tiny high-pitched voice, "StayOnTarget!" as it somehow did a barrel roll and a crash-and-burn into the carpet.
The poet grinned, stretching out on the futon. "Did someone say, 'I smell toast?'"
"... As a matter of fact, several of us did. Anyway, the lights accross the way started to flicker at one point, then the fire alarms went off. So they started closing the stores on that side. Then we found out that there was a fire at the loading docks. Next thing we know, the manager is telling us that we have to close up the store, and another is telling us that he can smell smoke." I sighed. "First the New York Hilton, now the Staten Island Mall. Man, I hope this doesn't become a habit. I really like my job and I don't want it to go up in flames."
"Oh, you're just on fire, that's all."
Nukus snickered. "Opportunity from chaos, my young apprentice. Just don't go starting your own fires."
The pirate muttered gleefully, "Now I ken why yer so incompetent at doin' evil."
A blast of Force lightning sent the pirate yelping through the door to the washroom. "No popcorn for you!"
"Wow," the poet quipped, "that is evil."
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Date: 2005-12-01 12:24 am (UTC)...and what the hell is full-contact go?! ;)
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Date: 2005-12-01 01:18 am (UTC)As for full-contact go, I'm not sure. I imagine it involves a whole lot of jujitsu when trying to place stones. =D "Try and place the stone on the board, Grasshopper...."