Gordon Freeman (
acts_of_gord) wrote in
milliways_bar2008-09-13 11:21 pm
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Alyx was as good as her word last night, and did indeed leave Gordon a surprise worth checking the closet for. He's been fiddling with it most of today, whether out on the range or studying. It's only just now that he's managed to pry himself away from these pursuits and head into the Bar proper to relax for a bit before going back to... well, whatever keeps him busy. Besides, he needs to eat.
He's smiling nearly every time he glances at the orange and grey CD player, though, which means that he's probably already smiled more tonight than he has in his entire time in the Bar between Black Mesa and now.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Chell]
He's smiling nearly every time he glances at the orange and grey CD player, though, which means that he's probably already smiled more tonight than he has in his entire time in the Bar between Black Mesa and now.
[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Alyx Vance, Chell]

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"D'you like it?"
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She sees the odd device as she walks up to him, curious. "Hello, Gordon. What is that?"
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"I only think I've heard one song in my life." And that was from a terminal as she was pushed out the vents of Aperture Science.
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he's just... not going to play any of the country and western stuff for her, that's all.
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"Oh, well, I wouldn't want to take away from your enjoyment."
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One of the less embarrassing CDs, by Gordon's lights, is pushed towards Chell. It's a They Might Be Giants live collection. "Any of those look interesting?"
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Istanbul was Constantinople
Now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople
Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople
Lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople
She'll be waiting in Istanbul...
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The bar gave her a large roll of heavy duty twine and a roll of duct tape. Annabelle recognizes the twine, but the duct tape is getting curious poking.
She sees Gordon come in and waves in greeting.
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She smiles wryly, "I asked Bar for supplies that might be useful in your world and she gave me these." Annabelle gestures to the duct tape and the twine.
"I've never heard of duct tape before..."
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"Are you still using it for holsters now? I'm no leather worker, but I could probably help you rig up something less sticky and more like what I have on the throwing knives that I loaned you."
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"If you're finished working with them, I would like them back. Do you feel you have a better handle on how to throw them than you did before?"
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"I think so," Gordon says. "I'll have to get my own knives to practice with, but I think I can do it respectably now."
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