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Post by The Major on Jul 12, 2009 17:56:12 GMT -5
The Major hungrily devoured a plateful of sausages he waited for his last two members to show up. Rip and Schrodinger were always late. "Vhere are zhey...? Schrodeenger should have brought here een by now, Ja...?" He glanced back at the Captain.
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Post by Schrodinger on Aug 15, 2009 21:38:01 GMT -5
Schrodinger would suddenly appear in the doorway of the dining room. Grinning, he'd walk slowly over to the table. "Vhy hello Major." His tone was cocky as always. "I am so sorry I'm late. I had to tell Vinkle about ze meeting. She is so careless." Plopping himself into a chair, he'd lean back in it and cross his arms behind his head. "Vhere is she? She ist so slow." He'd look towards the door, waiting for Rip to enter the room.
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Post by rip on Aug 24, 2009 14:00:42 GMT -5
The vampiress peeks carefully into the room before attempting to slip in. Hopefully Major will not notice... Something told her otherwise.
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Post by The Major on Aug 25, 2009 6:49:37 GMT -5
After stuffing another mouthful of sausage he would give his infamous smile to Rip and Schrodinger. "Aaaaah...You haft finally arrive, Rip Van Vinkle...Vhat took you so long...?" He interlocked his fingers while reclining.
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Post by The Captain on Aug 25, 2009 6:51:39 GMT -5
The stoic figure finally moved as his eyes gazed up at Rip as she entered. :: Late again...Nothing unusual...:: Never opening his mouth he looked to Schrodinger then to Major. :: Lets get this meeting on the ball sir...:: If only he would speak...
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Post by rip on Aug 25, 2009 10:04:26 GMT -5
Skittering to her seat, Rip peeks up at Captain, then Major. Major’s teasing her was almost as bad as the look she received from under the brim of the captain’s cap. Climbing into her chair she crosses her legs and places a note book with a teddy bear on the cover on the table before her, then removes a matching pen from her breast pocket. Musket shells clink together delicately as she removes the pen. One must always be prepared!
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Post by Schrodinger on Aug 25, 2009 20:22:37 GMT -5
Schrodinger grinned giddily as Rip entered the room. He sat cross legged in his own chair and leaned over the table to look at her. As she pulled out her notebook and pen, he reached into his own back pocket and pulled out a pink notebook of his own and a matching pen. He knew that normally boys didn't use pink things, but he quite liked the color. He opened the notebook and already started scribbling in it. Of course he wasn't taking notes, merely drawing rude pictures of Major and Doc. "Vhen are ve starting?"
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