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Post by Bara on May 31, 2013 9:16:28 GMT -5
Ann was hiding behind her left speaker. She could see her 6ft hippo dancing with a skeletal dog on her keyboard.
"I should do something," she thought. "Either tidy up the desk, or..."
"Shiver me timbers!" cried Brooks, brandishing a broadsword. A scruffy, and evil-smelling man stepped up to Brooks and saluted with his own sword.
"Ma-am?" said smelly Bob.
"Yurs" said Brooks, covering her nose. "Take Hatch for a walk!"
"Yas'm" snapped Bob, taking the dog for a walk.
"Brooks? Where are we?" asked Ann, scrabbling through her desk.
Brooks rolled across the uneven planks. "Well, now, Ann. How are you at the Tudors? Incidentally, how are your sea-legs?"
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Post by brooks on May 31, 2013 10:47:30 GMT -5
;D" I think I need a moment" ;D
"Bara, BARA !!!!!! WAKE UP !!!!!! Your dreaming again, you do have the strangest dreams" Brooks and Ann were shaking her awake. They were all at Ann's lovely house. Outside under the trees. "Tomorrow will be so exciting, we will be on our way to Terrie's house."
The Exracers were on the move again. This time traveling the eastern part of the US, at least that is the plan.
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Post by Bara on Jun 1, 2013 1:18:13 GMT -5
Zen climbed down from the riggings. She had a very old compass which pointed towards the west. ("I though she said the east?" Thought Zen.)
"Heel, Hatch!"
Zen started rowing, whilst the skinny dog stared at her. "Oh stop it!" said Zen, throwing him a ship's biscuit. "Have you ANY idea how far we have to row to get to America?"
Hatch consulted his astrolabe. His gyroscope was a leetle erratic, because Zen's rowing wasn't of Olympic standard.
Zen was beginning to become a leetle rosy-faced.
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Post by adcooper on Jun 1, 2013 10:31:30 GMT -5
Ann began drafting a memo to her boss:
Date: June 2013
From: A Cooper
Subject: Incident Report
To: L Director
I regret to inform you that my desk and all its contents were lost at sea. I'm not too sure of my own location at the moment. I am sure my coworkers will be happy to cover my duties until I return.
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Post by Bara on Jun 1, 2013 14:05:06 GMT -5
Hatch was yipping, in a most irritating manner, over the side. Zen shipped her oars and Bob reached down into the Solent ...
"It's a desk, Ma'am," said Bob to Zen. Hatch took Ann's collar in his teeth.
"We have a long way to go," thought Zenrider. Ann and the Hipparina snuggled into the blankets.
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Post by Bara on Jun 1, 2013 18:44:21 GMT -5
Zen was tiring. It was a long, long way to the Eastern Seaboard and Zen wasn't even clear of the Solent, yet.
A long way away, Brooks looked into her crystal: "Oh no!" she said, "Zen and Hatch need help!"
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Post by ZenRider on Jun 1, 2013 21:35:09 GMT -5
Hatch had a hold of Zen's towel. (wouldn't go anywhere without her wonderful towel) Zen calls out, "Does everyone have their towel, we may need to do some galactic hitchhiking to get out of this mess. Hold on Hatch." "Grab onto Ann's desk, we may need it."
Being as they had drifted into the way of some large freight ships, it was becoming apparent they may have to abandon theirs for an entirely different ship!
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Post by Bara on Jun 2, 2013 0:33:32 GMT -5
Zen was clinging to her towel, as Hatch watched one of the oars float away ....
Brooks moved her hand over her crystal ball. "Oh, this is no good," she said. "We're supposed to be tidying up a library in Ohio - not piddling about in the 16th Century!"
In Paso Robles, Sir Walter Raleigh spread his cloak under Brooks' wheels ....
Brian got mad. Really mad. Walt was 'escorted' off the property by the scruff of his ruff.
"Well, yes, Honey," said Brooks, "but when was the last time you ..."
In the Solent, under the moonlight, Brian swam up to Zen's boat, carrying her missing oar.
"Sit, Hatch!" commanded Zen. The dog sat. Brian clambered aboard.
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Post by niaru on Jun 2, 2013 9:35:21 GMT -5
*I'm lost*   |
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Post by brooks on Jun 2, 2013 11:19:28 GMT -5
Me too, I give up even before I begin.
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Post by Bara on Jun 2, 2013 11:25:25 GMT -5
Oh dear.
In the Solent, Hatch and Zen strained their eyes.
"C'est moi!" Panted Niaru. clinging to the side of Zen's boat. Hatch pulled her aboard. "Where have you turned up from?" asked Zen.
Claire glared at her. "France," she said in French.
"That's ..." "Yes," snapped Claire. "Over there."
Hatch put the kettle on.
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Post by ZenRider on Jun 2, 2013 21:26:44 GMT -5
Zen found Niaru a towel of her own. Brooks in the meantime hitched a ride on a Vogon ship, but was fortunate to leave their ship just before she was discovered and they could torture her with Vogon poetry. Not to mention they were leaving back to their world to fill out paperwork on the intergalactic bypass they were surveying for. Brooks arrived squarely on deck sported a nice flower print towel and immediately took the ships wheel... map that may help some get their bearings. maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&ll=50.727328,-1.404877&spn=0.270789,0.837021&t=m&z=11 |
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Post by Bara on Jun 2, 2013 23:50:11 GMT -5
Quite so, Zen. Hatch should be given a better second chance.
Niaru, shivering, clutched her towel around herself. It read 'Roland Garros'. Hatch was staring her down.
"Is it just me," asked Claire, "or is that dog a bit skinny?"
Zen was going round in circles, she only had one oar.
"It's a hyperspace bypass" said Brooks.
(Don't worry, Zen. If they won't play, we'll just keep it going.)
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Post by adcooper on Jun 3, 2013 6:41:51 GMT -5
Lost, Niaru? So are the keys to the storage closet. They were somewhere on my desk. If we could get into that closet, we'd find a box filled with compasses on key rings. (Summer Reading Club prizes).
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Post by Bara on Jun 3, 2013 7:08:09 GMT -5
Bara stepped up, onto the stage. She curtsied before Ann. "And now, the winner of ..."
Ann handed over a bunch of keys..
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