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Post by rip on Jun 26, 2009 23:59:56 GMT -5
Whereever they were, they certianly were not here. In the Control Room. Where they said they'd be. Rip resists plopping down on the floor and throwing a tantrum. Someone was always pulling these things on her. Changing meeting locations suddenly and such! She grumps about, the curl on her forehead drooping sorrowfully. Collapsing into the nearest office-chair, Rip mulls over other places her companions could be hiding and holding their meeting.
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Post by Schrodinger on Jun 29, 2009 20:07:38 GMT -5
Out of no where, he appeared before Rip sitting with his legs crossed on the edge of a control panel. "Oh Rip Van Vinkle!" He flashed his boyish cat-like smile. "You are late again, Rip Van Vinkle, und Ze Major isn't very 'appy vith you!" As he pronounced "You" he let the "u" sound drag on as if he was singing a cheerful tune. "Better hurry, lest Ze Major get angrier!"
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Post by rip on Jul 3, 2009 10:07:16 GMT -5
Pouting, Rip blinks at the catboy. "Where are you?! It's not fair. You were all supposed to be here!" She stamps her foot, her arms crossed as she leans over and presses her nose to Schro's. "You always tell me the wrong location. And Herr Major always scolds me!"
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Post by Schrodinger on Jul 3, 2009 12:48:36 GMT -5
He smiles and gives her a peck on the nose before vanishing. Appearing across the room, he stretched and let out a loud yawn. "Ve are having ze meeting in ze Major's Dining room. Und don't blame me for giving you ze wrong location. It vasn't my fault..."
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Post by rip on Jul 11, 2009 9:13:10 GMT -5
Rip starts, and, had she any blood to rush to her face, it would be scarlet. She swatts at the air just after the boy dissappears, then frowns at him from across the room. Turning on her heel, the marches out of the room, and rushes off to the dining room.
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