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#1 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 28 December 2006 - 09:28 PM

Notebrains:

1. Yep. More Quarantine. Getting close to a major change in how this story is going to be written. I don't really want to say more at this point, but there's a major turning point coming up fairly soon. Just gotta keep pushing forward.

2. More Colleen being... well... whiny. She's not the most confident person, normally, and it becomes even worse when she worries about other people having to rely on her. She'll stop griping, eventually. Of course, given the current situation, it'll be because she's too busy trying not to get eaten, but hey... running from zombies is more interesting than emotional development, right? Right! :wink:

3. Mmmm... Mary Jane Watson...

...

You'll see what I'm talking about near the end of the chapter. :lol:

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Quarantine Day Twenty-three
November 29, 2005

The rain let up the next day… and for the first time in a while, we had clear skies. It was the perfect time for Jefferson and I to pack up our things and move on… before another series of squalls moved in. And of course, I didn’t feel like leaving.

Jeff had tossed his pack over his shoulder and was looking at me, curious as to why I wasn’t doing the same. I heard him let out a small sigh. He’d figured out pretty quick what the hold-up was. “I thought we already discussed this, Colleen.”

Sure we did. If you call saying ‘We should go’ and me saying ‘I disagree,’ and then the two of us not talking at all after that, could be called a ‘discussion.’

“We did, Jeff…” I ran my fingers through my hair. “But… I just… I’ve thought about it, and I don’t want to be a burden, ok? I… I don’t want to be the reason we both get killed.”

“Coll, you won’t be.” He walked over towards me, looking like he wanted to pull me in for a hug… but I wasn’t having any of it. I pushed him away… gently, but I didn’t want him any closer than arm’s length at the time.

The problem was… I… I -knew- that going with him would be a bad idea. I knew that it would make things worse for the both of us… not better. Or… at least… I thought that’s what I knew. And I was afraid… I was afraid he would somehow manage to convince me otherwise. “Look… I… appreciate that you’re trying to spare my feelings by lying to me and everything, but it’s pretty obvious, even to someone with mush for brains, that with my skills… or lack thereof, as the case may be, going out there is a bad idea. I’d be a walking zombie snack. A target. You might as well hang a billboard around your neck. You know, ‘Human hamburgers! Free buffet!’ I don’t… I don’t want that.”

He shook his head, then put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in to look me in the eye. “Listen to me, Colleen. We both know that you almost never act like it, but you’re a smart girl. You really are. You’re worried that you can’t fight? You’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. Because that’s what you do. That’s how your brain works. Just because you’re inexperienced now doesn’t mean you can’t change. All you have to do is decide that you want to give it a shot, and put a little effort into it.”

“And who’s going to teach me, Jeff? You? I… I know you’d try… I know you -want- to try… but I just don’t want you stuck babysitting me. You’ve got better things to do.”

“You’re my friend, Colleen. There aren’t many things higher on my list of priorities.”

“Jeff…” I said, still trying to protest. I could feel my resolve failing. This was exactly what I had been worrying about. He was just so earnest, so convinced that he could help me… and he didn’t seem to realize that he was probably just digging his own grave. And then there was me, being selfish, trying to cling to him even though I just knew I’d slow him down. I felt a pang of guilt hit me. I was letting him “convince” me that I wasn’t going to be a useless pain in the ass, and I was feeling horrible as a result.

“Colleen…”

“I just… I don’t…”

He took my hands in his. “Stop. Just stop talking, ok?”

I nodded silently. I didn’t know what else to do. This was a bad idea. I could feel it in my gut… and I didn’t want to see him hurt because of me, but I… I couldn’t seem to make myself stop him. And he was too stubborn or too stupid to listen, and…

If something happened to him… because of me… I’d never be able to forgive myself.

“Coll. When you came to Kempsterbank looking for Clara, what did you plan to do?”

“Well… I… I mean, that is…”

What kind of a question is that?



Apparently, it’s one I don’t have a good answer to.

He was right. (As usual.) I hadn’t had much of a plan. That much was painfully obvious when I’d shown up practically on his doorstep with just the clothes on my back and a plucky attitude. All I’d known when I’d set out was that my older sister was somewhere down to the south, and that, without me to help her, she might have been in real trouble. All other concerns had, unfortunately, slipped my mind. What confused me, though, was why Jeff was choosing now to bring that up.

As it turned out, my extensive pondering was unnecessary. He looked me straight in the eye and asked me a question that had been plaguing me for quite some time.

“If you’re as useless in a fight as you’re saying you are, do you really think you could have protected her?”

He had me. And we both knew it.

“Well…” I said, half-heartedly, shrugging as the word left my mouth.

He shook his head. He wanted a straight answer and he was going to make me give him one. “Honestly, Colleen.”

There wasn’t any real point in trying to lie to him, so I didn’t even bother. The words came out around a weary sigh. “I… I guess not…”

“But you wanted to be there with her, didn’t you?” The question was more rhetorical than anything else. He was just rubbing my nose in it, now – trying to drive the point home and hoping I’d actually listen to what he was saying. “You wanted to at least be close by… so that if anything bad happened, at least you could -try- and stop it, right?”

“I… yeah… I… I suppose.”

“So maybe you wouldn’t have been able to help all that much, but then again, maybe just by being there you -could- have helped… could have done something… and better to take the chance and possibly accomplish something than not to try at all. Right?”

I shrugged.

Curse you and your infernal logic, Jefferson Gray. Can’t even let a girl get all moody and cynical, can you? Oh, no, you just have to keep pestering me.

“Besides, Colleen. At the very least, having you around means I won’t have to spend every free moment wondering if the mall’s holding up ok… wondering if you’re still safe inside. And besides, I could use someone to watch my back. Even if you can’t shoot straight, you’ve still got an extra pair of eyes that I don’t have. I can’t cover every angle all the time. I need help. I need your help.”

Game. Set. Match.

That’s it, Jeff. Appeal to her sense of loyalty. Play the ‘Friend in Need’ card. There’s no truer way to her heart. Unless you’re Scarlett Johansson, completely nude aside from a light covering of molten milk chocolate.

Mmmm.



Huh? What? Oh. Sorry. Guess I got a little carried away, there.


“Jeff, I don’t... I don’t think I have what it takes to be a hero,” I said to him with a wry smirk that showed a sense of amusement I didn’t really feel.

“That’s not what I’m asking. I’m just asking you to watch my back, and I’ll watch yours. Besides, I’m hardly the action hero type, either, you know.”

“I know…” I replied with a small, smug grin. “You don’t exactly have the dark skin, or the long, blonde hair that flows like a river of sexy wheat…”

He snorted. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” I chuckled, and then brought a hand up to my face, doing that thing where you stroke your chin and it’s supposed to mean you’re thinking about something. “Though now that I think about it, you’d make a decent Spider-Man.”

“Oh, really?” he asked. One of his eyebrows had gone up higher than the other to indicate that he’d been gripped by an instance of mild confusion. “How do you figure that?”

“Easy,” I said with a shrug, “You’re totally a dead wringer for the guy. I mean, you’re like the quintessential ‘everyman.’ Only without… you know… the tragic loss of a father figure at a pretty young age. Oh, and the Green Goblin didn’t kill your first girlfriend by shoving her off a bridge.”

He did a pretty admirable job of keeping a straight face, but I knew what to look for. I could see the faint smile lines forming around his mouth. “I don’t recall either of those ever happening, no,” he said, somehow managing a convincing deadpan. “So… Spider-Man, huh? Really?”

“Totally. You are so the everyday, average, ordinary guy… who just happens to have superpowers, uses them to fight evil, and has to maintain a secret identity so the people he cares about don’t become targets for his rogues gallery.”

“Like what happened with Gwen Stacy,” he replied. He was trying to keep his voice all matter-of-fact, but I could sense the impassive veneer was finally starting to crack.

“Exactly,” I said with a wink. It was rare I got to revel in such displays of sheer, nauseating nerd-dom, and I was milking the opportunity for all it was worth. Folks, don’t let this luscious bod, dazzling smile and killer hair fool you. Underneath it all beats the heart of… well… a geek. A dead sexy geek, to be sure, but still a geek.

“The only thing you’re missing is the radioactive spider,” I said to him.

For a few moments, he didn’t say anything, but there was something about the way he was standing, and the way he was tapping his finger against his chin that made me wonder if he was seriously considering the notion. Eventually, he broke into a soft chuckle and nodded, as if he were confirming something in his own mind. “So… wouldn’t that mean Clara would be Mary Jane Watson?”

I blinked at him and stared blankly, momentarily surprised that he’d even asked such a question – that he’d even seen a need to ask it. “Is that a problem?”

“Good point,” he said, chuckling. “It’s not.”

#2 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 29 December 2006 - 09:39 AM

I think that Coll really does worry far too much. Even if she can't shoot them, the one thing good about zombos is that she can always outrun them. :wink:

Still wondering about the major plot turn, really. Only thing I can think of is Coll and Jeff parting ways, which could be for a... multitude of reasons, really.

#3 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 04 January 2007 - 02:36 AM

I think that Coll really does worry far too much. Even if she can't shoot them, the one thing good about zombos is that she can always outrun them.


Don't be so quick to assume that, dude. Yes, in a sprint, she can outrun them. But they don't need to sleep. They don't need to stop and rest. She does. Plus, there's tons of them shuffling the streets. If it were that easy to avoid getting killed, well... she probably wouldn't have gotten killed that first time, now would she?

Still wondering about the major plot turn, really. Only thing I can think of is Coll and Jeff parting ways, which could be for a... multitude of reasons, really.


I'm hoping to hit that point soon, but there are... some things that need to be completed first. I know I'm being vague, but I don't want to spoil the surprise. Good news is that if I have to put Quarantine on hold for a while, that'll leave me with more time for Omega stuff. Though that might actually make -me- a little sad. I love Colleen. I'm having fun writing her and Jeff.

#4 Guest_Coutelier_*

Posted 07 January 2007 - 04:35 PM

“We did, Jeff…” I ran my fingers through my hair. “But… I just… I’ve thought about it, and I don’t want to be a burden, ok? I… I don’t want to be the reason we both get killed.”


Edwin: I hate her... she goes from being annoying and cocky, like Imoen, to annoying and lacking any vanity, like the other girl... er, the blonde one... I think. Anyway, both states are very annoying.

He shook his head, then put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in to look me in the eye. “Listen to me, Colleen. We both know that you almost never act like it, but you’re a smart girl. You really are. You’re worried that you can’t fight? You’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. Because that’s what you do. That’s how your brain works. Just because you’re inexperienced now doesn’t mean you can’t change. All you have to do is decide that you want to give it a shot, and put a little effort into it.”


Edwin: Yes, and if you fail, and you will, at least you could say you tried. If you're not dead.

Imoen: I say go for it Colleen! If just to prove this slimy-little-maggot-weasel wrong.

“So maybe you wouldn’t have been able to help all that much, but then again, maybe just by being there you -could- have helped… could have done something… and better to take the chance and possibly accomplish something than not to try at all. Right?”


Aerie: I think so... b-but then I've never won a fight in my life, not without using magic anyway. Or potions... or a frying pan...

Imoen: That's resourcefulness Aerie... that's what matters see. In the circumstances being a good shot would be a bonus, but no one person could carry enough bullets to make much of a dent in the undead ranks anyway. Probably not a good idea to be shooting any of them anyway. others are bound to hear the noise.

That’s it, Jeff. Appeal to her sense of loyalty. Play the ‘Friend in Need’ card. There’s no truer way to her heart. Unless you’re Scarlett Johansson, completely nude aside from a light covering of molten milk chocolate.


I must be starting to get old. All can I think of is that stuffs going to get over all the sheets and it'll be hell of a job getting them clean again.

“Easy,” I said with a shrug, “You’re totally a dead wringer for the guy. I mean, you’re like the quintessential ‘everyman.’ Only without… you know… the tragic loss of a father figure at a pretty young age. Oh, and the Green Goblin didn’t kill your first girlfriend by shoving her off a bridge.”


Peter Parkers always whinging about something.

“Like what happened with Gwen Stacy,” he replied. He was trying to keep his voice all matter-of-fact, but I could sense the impassive veneer was finally starting to crack.


I found a torrent once of every single issue of Spiderman. Still haven't read all of them... and now I've downloaded issues 1-650 of Batman as well. Hell of a lot to catch up on.

“The only thing you’re missing is the radioactive spider,” I said to him.


Imoen: In the movie, weren't they breeding spiders in that lab? How come there isn't an army of Spidermen?

For a few moments, he didn’t say anything, but there was something about the way he was standing, and the way he was tapping his finger against his chin that made me wonder if he was seriously considering the notion. Eventually, he broke into a soft chuckle and nodded, as if he were confirming something in his own mind. “So… wouldn’t that mean Clara would be Mary Jane Watson?”


Is she going to become a super model?

I blinked at him and stared blankly, momentarily surprised that he’d even asked such a question – that he’d even seen a need to ask it. “Is that a problem?”

“Good point,” he said, chuckling. “It’s not.”


Good story!

#5 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 09 January 2007 - 12:31 AM

Edwin: I hate her... she goes from being annoying and cocky, like Imoen, to annoying and lacking any vanity, like the other girl... er, the blonde one... I think. Anyway, both states are very annoying.


Well, for what it's worth, I've always seen Colleen as the sort who talks a pretty good game. She's actually got a bit of skill and such to back up her boasts, most of the time, it's just that more often than not, she gets a bit of an inferiority complex going. Sad part is, if she just worked a little harder, she could pull off some really impressive stuff...

Imoen: I say go for it Colleen! If just to prove this slimy-little-maggot-weasel wrong.


That's probably a good motivator. She's the type to bust her ass just to spite jerks and prove them wrong. :D

Imoen: That's resourcefulness Aerie... that's what matters see. In the circumstances being a good shot would be a bonus, but no one person could carry enough bullets to make much of a dent in the undead ranks anyway. Probably not a good idea to be shooting any of them anyway. others are bound to hear the noise.


CN: "See, that's not a bad point... the only problem is, I can't -cure- whatever it is that turns people into zombies... and if I can't cure it, the only thing I can do is slow them down... and the only way I can do that is... well... shooting them. So if I can't even do that much... well, that's problematic."

I must be starting to get old. All can I think of is that stuffs going to get over all the sheets and it'll be hell of a job getting them clean again.


:wink:

Well, that's ok. Coll's got enough youthful exuberance to picture that and not care about the mess... :D

I found a torrent once of every single issue of Spiderman. Still haven't read all of them... and now I've downloaded issues 1-650 of Batman as well. Hell of a lot to catch up on.


I never even bothered to try and go back and read all the back issues. Way I figure it, I'll never have the time to read 'em all, so I'm just not going to bother. I read like Wikipedia entries and such to catch up on all the major stuff.

Is she going to become a super model?


Heh. Well... no... she's not... She also doesn't call Jeff "Tiger..." so they're not totally similar. :D

#6 Guest_VigaHrolf_*

Posted 16 January 2007 - 09:44 PM

2. More Colleen being... well... whiny. She's not the most confident person, normally, and it becomes even worse when she worries about other people having to rely on her. She'll stop griping, eventually. Of course, given the current situation, it'll be because she's too busy trying not to get eaten, but hey... running from zombies is more interesting than emotional development, right? Right! :)


Yay! Violence over emotional development! Yay!

3. Mmmm... Mary Jane Watson...


Concur. :)

Quarantine Day Twenty-three
November 29, 2005

The rain let up the next day… and for the first time in a while, we had clear skies. It was the perfect time for Jefferson and I to pack up our things and move on… before another series of squalls moved in. And of course, I didn’t feel like leaving.

Jeff had tossed his pack over his shoulder and was looking at me, curious as to why I wasn’t doing the same. I heard him let out a small sigh. He’d figured out pretty quick what the hold-up was. “I thought we already discussed this, Colleen.”


Tommy: "Secure in a fort, I can understand exactly why you'd want to stay."

Inara: "And I understand Jeff's point. There are people out there who need help and just hiding behind walls doesn't do much for them."

Tommy: "Well, those people need protection too. And isn't there something about not dividing forces or some such?"

Inara: "There is a lot about that, yes. And if there were more defenders available, I wouldn't have agreed... gah. Enough."

Sure we did. If you call saying ‘We should go’ and me saying ‘I disagree,’ and then the two of us not talking at all after that, could be called a ‘discussion.’


*snerk* For some people, that is a discussion.

“We did, Jeff…” I ran my fingers through my hair. “But… I just… I’ve thought about it, and I don’t want to be a burden, ok? I… I don’t want to be the reason we both get killed.”

“Coll, you won’t be.” He walked over towards me, looking like he wanted to pull me in for a hug… but I wasn’t having any of it. I pushed him away… gently, but I didn’t want him any closer than arm’s length at the time.


Inara: "Well, you keep that attitude, you will get someone killed. Those feelings are almost always self fulfilling prophesy."

The problem was… I… I -knew- that going with him would be a bad idea. I knew that it would make things worse for the both of us… not better. Or… at least… I thought that’s what I knew. And I was afraid… I was afraid he would somehow manage to convince me otherwise. “Look… I… appreciate that you’re trying to spare my feelings by lying to me and everything, but it’s pretty obvious, even to someone with mush for brains, that with my skills… or lack thereof, as the case may be, going out there is a bad idea. I’d be a walking zombie snack. A target. You might as well hang a billboard around your neck. You know, ‘Human hamburgers! Free buffet!’ I don’t… I don’t want that.”


Nice game ref. :D

He shook his head, then put his hands on my shoulders and leaned in to look me in the eye. “Listen to me, Colleen. We both know that you almost never act like it, but you’re a smart girl. You really are. You’re worried that you can’t fight? You’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. Because that’s what you do. That’s how your brain works. Just because you’re inexperienced now doesn’t mean you can’t change. All you have to do is decide that you want to give it a shot, and put a little effort into it.”


Inara: "Hey, Tommy learned how to be a decent shot and not get me killed. And he's a fireman."

Tommy: "I think I've been insulted."

Inara: "See? Dumb. He can't even tell he's been insulted. You've got to be at least twice as smart. I mean, you don't count with your fingers, do you?"

Tommy: *rude gesture*

“And who’s going to teach me, Jeff? You? I… I know you’d try… I know you -want- to try… but I just don’t want you stuck babysitting me. You’ve got better things to do.”

“You’re my friend, Colleen. There aren’t many things higher on my list of priorities.”


*nods* Good line. *nods*

“Jeff…” I said, still trying to protest. I could feel my resolve failing. This was exactly what I had been worrying about. He was just so earnest, so convinced that he could help me… and he didn’t seem to realize that he was probably just digging his own grave. And then there was me, being selfish, trying to cling to him even though I just knew I’d slow him down. I felt a pang of guilt hit me. I was letting him “convince” me that I wasn’t going to be a useless pain in the ass, and I was feeling horrible as a result.


Inara: "Oh, knowing you, you'll be a huge pain in the ass. But you might just prove useful."

I nodded silently. I didn’t know what else to do. This was a bad idea. I could feel it in my gut… and I didn’t want to see him hurt because of me, but I… I couldn’t seem to make myself stop him. And he was too stubborn or too stupid to listen, and…


Bran: *wanders in, looks around* "Hmm. Pot. Kettle. Yup."

If something happened to him… because of me… I’d never be able to forgive myself.


“Coll. When you came to Kempsterbank looking for Clara, what did you plan to do?”


Tommy: *aping Baldric from Black Adder* "She had... a cunning plan!"

Inara: "You don't know Don Quioxite but you know Black Adder?"

Tommy: "I like Britcom."

Inara: "Wonders. Not ceasing."

He was right. (As usual.) I hadn’t had much of a plan. That much was painfully obvious when I’d shown up practically on his doorstep with just the clothes on my back and a plucky attitude. All I’d known when I’d set out was that my older sister was somewhere down to the south, and that, without me to help her, she might have been in real trouble. All other concerns had, unfortunately, slipped my mind. What confused me, though, was why Jeff was choosing now to bring that up.


Tommy: "Hey, if it helps, I didn't exactly have much of a better one other than find my aunt."

Inara: "It's family. You do what you can to protect them."


“If you’re as useless in a fight as you’re saying you are, do you really think you could have protected her?”

He had me. And we both knew it.

“Well…” I said, half-heartedly, shrugging as the word left my mouth.


Bran: "Check and mate."

“So maybe you wouldn’t have been able to help all that much, but then again, maybe just by being there you -could- have helped… could have done something… and better to take the chance and possibly accomplish something than not to try at all. Right?”


Inara: "At least you'd die doing something other than hiding. Not that dying is a good thing, but it's ... oh never mind."

“Besides, Colleen. At the very least, having you around means I won’t have to spend every free moment wondering if the mall’s holding up ok… wondering if you’re still safe inside. And besides, I could use someone to watch my back. Even if you can’t shoot straight, you’ve still got an extra pair of eyes that I don’t have. I can’t cover every angle all the time. I need help. I need your help.”

Game. Set. Match.


Bran: "Poor Colleen. He had you a long time ago."

That’s it, Jeff. Appeal to her sense of loyalty. Play the ‘Friend in Need’ card. There’s no truer way to her heart. Unless you’re Scarlett Johansson, completely nude aside from a light covering of molten milk chocolate.


Tommy: "I suddenly feel like chocolate."

Bran: *laughs*

Huh? What? Oh. Sorry. Guess I got a little carried away, there.


Inara: "I wonder if she'd be better on ritalin."

Tommy: "Give the girl a break. Scarlett Johansson? Chocolate? Come on.. Brad Pitt. Light chocolate covering."

Inara: "Some of us are capable of focusing."

Tommy: "Some of us are happy not to be so focused."

“Jeff, I don’t... I don’t think I have what it takes to be a hero,” I said to him with a wry smirk that showed a sense of amusement I didn’t really feel.


Inara: "You don't have to be the hero. And you're more suited to plucky comic relief sidekick. Which isn't great, but it's better than boy wonder in spanky pants type of sidekick."

“That’s not what I’m asking. I’m just asking you to watch my back, and I’ll watch yours. Besides, I’m hardly the action hero type, either, you know.”

“I know…” I replied with a small, smug grin. “You don’t exactly have the dark skin, or the long, blonde hair that flows like a river of sexy wheat…”

He snorted. “Thanks.”


:D You mean that Jeff isn't Kevin Sorbo? :)

“You’re welcome.” I chuckled, and then brought a hand up to my face, doing that thing where you stroke your chin and it’s supposed to mean you’re thinking about something. “Though now that I think about it, you’d make a decent Spider-Man.”

“Oh, really?” he asked. One of his eyebrows had gone up higher than the other to indicate that he’d been gripped by an instance of mild confusion. “How do you figure that?”

“Easy,” I said with a shrug, “You’re totally a dead wringer for the guy. I mean, you’re like the quintessential ‘everyman.’ Only without… you know… the tragic loss of a father figure at a pretty young age. Oh, and the Green Goblin didn’t kill your first girlfriend by shoving her off a bridge.”


Significant differences there, but the comparison isn't bad

He did a pretty admirable job of keeping a straight face, but I knew what to look for. I could see the faint smile lines forming around his mouth. “I don’t recall either of those ever happening, no,” he said, somehow managing a convincing deadpan. “So… Spider-Man, huh? Really?”


*snerk*

“Totally. You are so the everyday, average, ordinary guy… who just happens to have superpowers, uses them to fight evil, and has to maintain a secret identity so the people he cares about don’t become targets for his rogues gallery.”

“Like what happened with Gwen Stacy,” he replied. He was trying to keep his voice all matter-of-fact, but I could sense the impassive veneer was finally starting to crack.

“Exactly,” I said with a wink. It was rare I got to revel in such displays of sheer, nauseating nerd-dom, and I was milking the opportunity for all it was worth. Folks, don’t let this luscious bod, dazzling smile and killer hair fool you. Underneath it all beats the heart of… well… a geek. A dead sexy geek, to be sure, but still a geek.


Inara: "Really. Wouldn't have guessed."

“The only thing you’re missing is the radioactive spider,” I said to him.

For a few moments, he didn’t say anything, but there was something about the way he was standing, and the way he was tapping his finger against his chin that made me wonder if he was seriously considering the notion. Eventually, he broke into a soft chuckle and nodded, as if he were confirming something in his own mind. “So… wouldn’t that mean Clara would be Mary Jane Watson?”

I blinked at him and stared blankly, momentarily surprised that he’d even asked such a question – that he’d even seen a need to ask it. “Is that a problem?”

“Good point,” he said, chuckling. “It’s not.”


Bwahahahaha!

Good ending.. and good chapter Alpha. :D

VH

#7 Guest_AlphaMonkey_*

Posted 17 January 2007 - 05:36 AM

*snerk* For some people, that is a discussion.


Maybe, but you know Coll. She likes to talk these things out, normally.

Nice game ref.


Zambahs love harman hambargarz. :D

Inara: "See? Dumb. He can't even tell he's been insulted. You've got to be at least twice as smart. I mean, you don't count with your fingers, do you?"

Tommy: *rude gesture*


CN: (Snickers) "That's one! I can count!"

Inara: "Oh, knowing you, you'll be a huge pain in the ass. But you might just prove useful."


CN: :)

Bran: "Poor Colleen. He had you a long time ago."


CN: "Yeah... and I never even knew it until it was too late."

Tommy: "I suddenly feel like chocolate."

Bran: *laughs*


CN: "Me, too! But then again, I also just really like chocolate... even without the Scarlett, I'd like chocolate... though... you know... it's better -with- her than without her."

Inara: "I wonder if she'd be better on ritalin."

Tommy: "Give the girl a break. Scarlett Johansson? Chocolate? Come on.. Brad Pitt. Light chocolate covering."

Inara: "Some of us are capable of focusing."

Tommy: "Some of us are happy not to be so focused."


JG: "And some of us prefer to focus on things like... Scarlett Johansson covered in chocolate." :)

Inara: "You don't have to be the hero. And you're more suited to plucky comic relief sidekick. Which isn't great, but it's better than boy wonder in spanky pants type of sidekick."


CN: "You think I'm plucky?"

You mean that Jeff isn't Kevin Sorbo?


JG: "I'm not even the guy who played Sorbo's sidekick in that silly Hercules TV show." :)




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