06 June 2006 @ 03:17 pm
 
Steph's sitting on the table, leaning against the back wall of the booth, looking thoughtful.

There's a small black case beside her, too.

She'd rather like to get rid of it.

Millitimed to before anything else doomy happens. Look, doom-free! Get it while it's hot!
 
 
31 May 2006 @ 09:49 pm
 
Vash is in the corner booth with a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

And an empty one across from him.

Hint, hint.
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Corran. Lomin ale. Bar.

Droid. Plugged in. Still awake.

Come'n get 'im.
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Kell and a Halmad Prime at a table inna bar.

He's got a black suitcase, and he looks a little pale and sickly.

Someone want to help him with this? For example, a Security someone?
 
 
05 May 2006 @ 12:53 pm
 
Kell is sitting in a booth in the corner of the bar, looking rather ill.

He's got a number of tools, too, and he's using them to probe at and scan the strange black briefcase on the table in front of him.

Despite the fact that he's turning 3 shades of green.

Anyone curious?
 
 
27 April 2006 @ 09:42 pm
 
Shut up.

Shut up... right. Now.

I've been looking for this thing for almost a week now and the stupid bloody case refuses to be found. I've never been so tempted in my entire life to use my gift, to open up my private eye, but I knew that if I did, all it would do would be to give those overgrown errand boys from Above and Below another chance to call me up for a pow-wow.

Considering how the last one went, I wasn't really up for an encore.

That being said, conventional methods weren't working. I'd kept the search largely to myself, mostly because I didn't want anyone who knew what was in it getting their hands on the case... but it's looking like I'm going to need help.

Now it comes to: who?


[ooc: sorry for the absence. RL (and allergies) have made me scarce.]
 
 
25 April 2006 @ 10:58 am
 
Angua has a case.

And she doesn't want to have it. It smells disgusting, and it rubs her up the wrong way in all the wrong ways.

Sitting at a table, she's attempting to stare it down, mouth curled up into a dangerous snarl. She daren't let it out of her sight, and there's no way in eight hells she's taking it back to Ankh-Morpork with her.

She just needs to find someone that'll alert Security to it.
 
 
24 April 2006 @ 05:53 am
 
After a less than polite discussion with Mr.Universe, Pestilence stalks off in the opposite direction. The case, now hidden from ordinary human sight for a few minutes, lies by a wall some thirty feet
from the other man's table. He means to circle around and grab it from outside Mr. Universe's line of sight before it 'decloaks.'
Of course, plans seldom go as one expects...

ooc: hot potato available for anyone to grab!)
 
 
23 April 2006 @ 03:30 pm
 
Mr. Universe is down in the bar, sitting at a table with his laptop.

This is perfectly usual.

What is slightly less so is the small black case visible under the table by his feet. He's just looking after it until he can figure out who it belongs to.
 
 
23 April 2006 @ 09:56 am
[Pre-Milliways: This neighborhood's going down the tubes... AKA Why Angels Are Bad For Property Values]

do?

I turn my head and look for Suzie, but she's not there. That's when I hit the table.

The case in my hand goes flying, sliding off into the bar. At least, that's what I figure happened.

I'm a little busy being knocked out.

[ooc: John's unconscious. The case is somewhere in the bar. Have at one or the other. One (the case) is plotlocked, the other? Not.]