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Started by Zeppelin Kapitan Fritz, October 07, 2011, 01:38:19 AM

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Evelyn Adler

#150
December 07, 2011, 11:41:45 AM
Oh it is getting ridiculous! Really!

*to the clockwork Private* Sorry, I'll be back for the tea and poison! Wait here and don't give it to anyone else or I shall be very cross!

*taking cover behind the automaton, she retrieves her modified Derringer from her garter (showing more than just a short flash of knee and ankle in the process) and scans the direction where the original shot came from*
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

Private Weasel

#151
December 07, 2011, 02:41:43 PM
The clockwork Private stands motionless as cover, Ms Adler's cup of tea balanced carefully on a fine china saucer in one hand, the delicate silver tongs gently grasping the cube of poison in the other.

His head turns, glancing back at Ms Adler, his neck twisting to a point that would cripple most men.

"I see you are trying to have a dramatic shoot out." He observes in a chirpy, almost sing-song voice. "Would you like help with that?"

Evelyn Adler

#152
December 07, 2011, 04:30:09 PM
As she looks at the twisted clockwork Private, a human observer might have noticed surprise and a hint of suspicion in her eyes. Her voice however betrays nothing of her feelings.

"Help would be absolutely spiffing! Our objective is, to identify the source of the shooting and eliminate it."
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

Private Weasel

#153
December 07, 2011, 05:30:26 PM
"Understood. Dramatic shootout assistance engaged"

The Private's head snaps back to it's regular position and you hear a slight crackle, like that of a needle on a phonograph with deep with his gears, shortly followed by the rousing sounds of inspiring big band music.

"Drama assisted"

Evelyn Adler

#154
December 07, 2011, 11:01:11 PM
"Oh!"

For a split second, Evelyn looks decidedly undecided, if she should burst into incontrollable fits of laughter or waste the single projectile in her Derringer on the automaton. Instead she pulls herself together, inching slightly to the left, towards the direction of the tea tray, that the clockwork Private is still holding.

"Thank you, your help is greatly appreciated! Right... now all we need to do is find out who this POSTMAN..."

Evelyn ducks, as another shot rings out, smashing the teapot and the sugar bowl on the tray. Without hesitation, Evelyn dashes across the room, pulls something small and shiny from the mantelpiece, smashes it on the floor and stomps repeatedly on it with her dainty little boot. Finally she points to the heap of crooked brass pieces, springs and cogs on the floor.

"It's a bug!"
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

walkthebassline

#155
December 08, 2011, 03:27:21 AM
Well done Ms. Adler! Private, I believe we may be done with the shooting.

*glances around warily*

We are done with the shooting, right?
"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."

~ David St. Hubbins

Private Weasel

#156
December 08, 2011, 06:56:18 AM
The needle that obviously resides inside the military automaton skips and the music cuts off leaving the assembled in an eerie and equally as dramatic silence. The Private, drenched in the scolding waters of a stewing and exploded tea pot carefully places the remains of the tray on a side table and with silver tongs in hand, carefully puts the held lump of poison in the now empty sugar bowl.

"One" he intones and begins searching for the scattered lumps of poison on the floor

"Two...."

Private Weasel

#157
December 08, 2011, 08:13:26 AM
"...Three..."

Another shot rings out, hitting the Private in the shoulder and spinning him round ninety degrees and leaving a sizable hole in his vibrant red jacket. There is a tinkle of glass as a pane from the door glass doors leading on the vernander spreads out across the floor. There must be a second shooter! This one with a clear view of the room through the multitude of  large glass windows.

"...Four..."

Angus A Fitziron

#158
December 08, 2011, 10:22:06 AM
Is it possible that our postman has actually gone postal?




er... I said postman and didn't get shot...  maybe it only happens when you say it in capitals

*ducks behind Chesterfield

"POSTMAN"

;

;

;

;

*warily steps out from behind sofa

"that seems to be ok then, it must have been the bug programmed to fire randomly everytime anybody said postman

*a shot rings out*

Oh, I say, I seem to have been shot, drat and bother!

*slides less than gracefully to the floor
Airship Artificer, part-time romantik and amateur Natural Philosopher

"wee all here are much troubled with the loss of poor Thompson & Sutton"

Private Weasel

#159
December 08, 2011, 10:48:25 AM
"....Five...."

Another shot rings out, this one passing neatly through the Private's pith helmet. Fortunately, as the Private is indoors, all this means is the hat stand in the corner is knocked to the ground.

"...Six..."

Evelyn Adler

#160
December 08, 2011, 10:54:49 AM Last Edit: December 08, 2011, 11:12:28 AM by Evelyn Adler
When the first shot rings out, Evelyn darts for cover. Knocking over a small table, with a (hopefully) cheap imitation china vase, which shatters to thousands of pieces on the floor, she leaps over the sofa and disappears behind it.

"OW!!!"
Followed by some exclamations in German, that sound decidedly un-ladylike.

"Wonderful! Now you've done it! I've broken a fingernail!"
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

Angus A Fitziron

#161
December 08, 2011, 10:58:41 AM
*comes too rather suddenly

"Oh, I say, er I'm dreadfully sorry about the fingernail but if you could just move over a bit I could sit up, wouldn't want to bleed on you as well although it only seems to be a flesh wound"

*shuffles about

"Ouch, I hope that was your elbow..."
Airship Artificer, part-time romantik and amateur Natural Philosopher

"wee all here are much troubled with the loss of poor Thompson & Sutton"

Evelyn Adler

#162
December 08, 2011, 11:06:31 AM
From behind the sofa comes a shriek, followed by the sound of a slap.

"How dare you, Sir!"
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

Angus A Fitziron

#163
December 08, 2011, 11:32:58 AM Last Edit: December 08, 2011, 02:55:16 PM by Angus A Fitziron
*slumps down to the floor again

as he slips back into unconsciousness, the last thought Angus has is "this day just keeps getting better and better...."


Airship Artificer, part-time romantik and amateur Natural Philosopher

"wee all here are much troubled with the loss of poor Thompson & Sutton"

walkthebassline

#164
December 08, 2011, 01:45:31 PM
*speaking from behind a cupboard*

Ladies and gents, I do believe our postman...

*a shot rings out, and a mirror shatters*

...may not be a real postman!

*two more shots ring out, blowing up a set of feather pillows*
"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."

~ David St. Hubbins

Private Weasel

#165
December 08, 2011, 01:59:44 PM
"...twelve..."

The air is cracked by a pair of shots in close sucession. Both hitting the Private. The first wings him and spins him to face the window, the tongs held in now injured arm faulter and clatter to the floor. The Private, now facing the window directly gets the second bullet squarely in the chest and without folding, falls back through a rather exquiste walnut table.

For a moment there is silence and you can distinctly smell the odour of burning gears.

"...One..."

walkthebassline

#166
December 08, 2011, 02:35:50 PM
"Oi, not again!"

*spying the punch cards visible through the holes in the Private's chest, I crawl quickly over and pull them out, then return to my cover*

"Well lets see now...postman?"

*waits anxiously for another shot*
"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."

~ David St. Hubbins

Private Weasel

#167
December 08, 2011, 02:53:01 PM
"I am dreadfully sorry, but my punch cards have been misaligned.  Could you open my service hatch pull my factory reset level?" the Private asks, then goes blessedly silent.

walkthebassline

#168
December 08, 2011, 02:58:53 PM
Now, is ANYONE interested in replacing those? Because if people keep shooting I'll be shooting back. Or shooting the Private here.

*pulls revolver from coat pocket*
"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."

~ David St. Hubbins

Evelyn Adler

#169
December 08, 2011, 03:15:12 PM
Evelyn peeps over the back of the sofa.

"You start shooting back, I'll reset the automaton. And we don't replace those cards, there's some sinister plot programmed onto them!"

Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

walkthebassline

#170
December 08, 2011, 03:19:07 PM
I agree. Lets go for it; just keep your head down.

*checks that pistol is ready, turns towards the front windows where the shots were coming from*

By the way, did anyone see exactly where the shooter is located?
"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."

~ David St. Hubbins

Evelyn Adler

#171
December 08, 2011, 03:23:43 PM Last Edit: December 08, 2011, 03:25:19 PM by Evelyn Adler
"Just watch!"

A cushion comes sailing from behind the sofa. As it passes by the windows, a shot rings out from outside, missing the cushion by far and smashing the picture of a dirigible on the wall behind.

"Could you see where our crack shot is located?"
Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)

walkthebassline

#172
December 08, 2011, 03:34:41 PM
"I do believe I spotted a puff of smoke from that rooftop across the street. Right next to the gargoyle on the left. If anyone else has a rifle it may be quite useful about now."
"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you."

~ David St. Hubbins

bassspine

#173
December 08, 2011, 03:47:36 PM
<crunch!>
...and with one leap he was free!
<trips over remains of box and falls to floor>

I say! Was that secret gunfire I heard?
Bwahahaha! They called me mad! MAD! But with my cross-dimensional time-fez I'll show them!!!!! hehehehe!!

Evelyn Adler

#174
December 08, 2011, 06:02:56 PM
Unfortunately it's not so secret anymore! You don't happen to have a rifle somewhere about, Sir?

Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary. (Cecil Beaton)
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