Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 4/22/2009 12:01:29 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 95	The Electric Griddle SG&C walk into an Electric Griddle in Callice to the sound of silverware and plates clacking together, murmurs of patrons, and one of the employees shouting "Welcome to the Electric Griddle!" above it all. Chris: It's good to be back home. John: And how. The seven of them sit down at the bar, filling it. Shortly thereafter, the aging waitress is by to take their beverage orders. Smirking, Megan glances at Chris and John. They soon take notice, uncontrollably smirking back at her. John: What? Megan: I never thought I'd hear you two calling Callice "home". John shrugs. Chris: Space is just so dang big that this entire planet now just feels like home. John: Amen. The waitress sets the glass of Meerian-made soda down in front of John, who begins to chug it before it barely gets a chance to hit the counter top. John: I miss this stuff. The broken bulb in John's head suddenly begins to spark and fizzle, telling smoke pouring from his ears. John: Hey! We're obscenely rich--we should BUY the company that makes this soda! Megan: I have a better idea: let's just buy enough of the soda itself to last you a while when we're off-world. John doesn't look too thrilled with that idea, but he eventually accepts it as the smarter thing to do. Jake: So, what're we gonna do on our much-needed vacation? Tom holds up one finger as if to garner attention in a classy manner. Tom: I've got it all planned out right here. He pulls a wadded-up piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slaps it down on the bar in front of Jake. Jake gives it a nervous look and timidly picks it up, reading off the numbered items. Jake: One, go to gun show. Two, go to gun show across the street. Three, go to gun show catty-corner to that. Four, go to Hirma Field and play with new toys. Five, do whatever everyone else wants. Jake shakes his head subtly. Jake: I'm all for it, but maybe one less gun show? Tom: Bah! Tom snatches the paper from Jake and stuffs it back into another pocket. Tom: You've forgotten what Meerian gun shows are like. No one else in the galaxy puts on gun shows like this rock. They do 'em up right. Everywhere else in the universe they're like, "Ooooh, but guns are scaaary. Why do you have to have the bad pieces of metal?" Megan: I can see Tom is happy to be home. Jake looks around Tom and notices Jango missing. Jake: Hey, I just noticed Jango missing. Jake turns around and sees Jango outside on his phone. Jake: Fiddlecakes, what's he doing? He knows someone who isn't right here? Tom turns around to take a gander as well. Tom: Apparently so. Tom and Jake: Huh. They shrug and turn back around. Outside, Jango is pacing slowly, staring at the sidewalk. He's nearly hit in the face with the door as a couple patrons exit the establishment. Jango: Yeah, I'll see you soon. Hey! Why don't you come down here and eat with us? ... Oh. Is--oh. OK. Jango begins mumbling "oh" and "uh-huh" a few hundred more times as the feminine voice on the other end drones on forever. He eventually hangs up and re-enters the diner, reclaiming his stool at the bar. Tom: Who was that? Your girlfriend? Jango: Yes, actually. Tom: You mean... you have another one? Jango: Yes-- Tom: Is she psycho? Jango: No. Tom: Didn't you say that about the last one? Jango: No. Tom: Oh. Whatever. How come I've never heard of her? Jango: Because you don't listen. Tom: Oh. Tom, ignoring his silverware as well as universally-accepted manners, tears another chunk out of his chicken with all the subtlety of a rottweiler killing a squirrel. Tom: Waff's her nayng? Jango: Belinda. Tom spits his mouthful of chicken across the bar and hits a short-order cook. Tom: There are actually women named "Belinda"? Jango: Yes, Tom, there are actually women named "Belinda". Tom: All right! He shoves the rest of his chicken into his mouth. Chris: I wonder when something to ruin our day is going to happen. John: Shut up! You shut your face and you never open it again! You're grounded! You're fired! Shut up and eat your bacon. Chris shuts up and eats his bacon.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 4/22/2009 12:23:16 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: The Electric Griddle John forgets what they were talking about a minute later and starts humming something. He sings to himself. John: Belinda was mine 'til the time that I found her Holding Jim Loving him He trails off into a mumble, not knowing the rest of the words. Jango scowls at one of those little packages of creamer on the bar. Why there's a package of creamer on the bar is beyond him, since none of them are having coffee. Turning that over in his mind, his eyebrows tighten as he tries to bore a hole in it with his mind. It doesn't work. John: Hey Jango, we were talking about what we're gonna do while we're here. What do you think we should do? Jango: Uh, well, I'm going to Quze to see Belinda tomorrow... Jake: When did you get a car? Jango: I didn't, I was going to take the Space Wolf. Jake: The slag you were. His wild-man stare would ravage you. Chris: Come on Jake. Jake: ... Mrrmm... Mine... Chris: Jaaaaaake. Jake: Mmrrooookay... I just haven't been the same since those hooligans defaced her. Jango: Hey, I had her before you did. Jake: Yeah, but... I'm coming with you. Jango: The slag you are. I can't trust any of you to meet my girlfriend. John: What are you gonna do when you get married? You're not gonna bail on us, are you? Jango: Umm... probably. As soon as a minor character proposes, he gets killed off to pull at your heart strings but not greatly affect the story. John looks at Chris. John: At least he doesn't have any delusions about himself.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 4/22/2009 12:38:36 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 95	RE: The Electric Griddle Tom: Come on, Jake, what you call "defacing" wasn't nearly as bad as the time ninjas busted into your inn in the middle of the night, burned it down, and stole the Sky Wolf and you found it a week later in about eight hundred forty-two cardboard boxes in a warehouse on another continent. Jake: That didn't happen. Megan: He's in denial. Tom: OK. Twenty hours later... Jake and Chris are pushing hand trucks loaded with ammo crates down the aisles of the largest gun show you earthlings have ever seen. Tom is gleefully piling more on. Chris: Dude, do we even have anything in 8mm Mauser? Tom: Not yet! Tom hurls a crate of a thousand rounds of freshly-bought 7.92x57mm Mauser ammunition onto Chris' hand truck. He then makes his way over to another table piled with aged Russian rifles. Tom is already counting the lom. Tom: Hey, Jack. What's happenin'? The man behind the table--Jack--hobbles over toward Tom. Jack: What can I do ya for? Tom: I need seven of these K98k's. Jack: Finally! Someone to get these fossils off my hands! Tom: Oh, you givin' 'em away? Jack: Heck no! 75 lom a piece, buddy. Tom hands over the money, Jack gives him a hand-written receipt in return. Tom picks up two of the German rifles. Tom: Hey, give me a hand, will ya? He nods to John and Megan, who come over and grab the rest. They continue onward down the aisle when suddenly something catches Jake's eye. He leaves the hand truck and rushes over to a nearby table upon which lay dozens and dozens of Kimber 1911 handguns of every type. Jake: Holy slag. He turns back to his team. Jake: We are obscenely rich, right? They all nod an affirmative at him slowly. Jake smiles and turns to the man waiting to help him. Jake: I'm about to make you a very happy man. The man smiles nervously.

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