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Nope. Sorry. He is gay. He was just backing me up when I came out on the boards. He has since then stated clearly to me that he is gay.

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Should we have a chat room? in General
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quote:
I use three different instant message programs, but then I am weird.
I do too. Nothing unusual about that. I think the best messenger of them all is Yahoo Messenger because the smilies and other features are so much better. But yahoo, like the other messengers, does have its own problems and flaws.

I have no problem with a chat room, but I rarely ever visit them.

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexual orientation: Homosexual (I find it slightly disturbing that there seem to be only around five gay or lesbian people on this site that I noticed so far.)
Marital status: Single (Not dating)
Highest educational degree completed: High School Graduate
City/metropolitan area where you live: Village of Rife, Pennsylvania
Racial/ethnic origin: Dutch German ancestry
Nationality: American (I can't say I am proud of it though)
First/primary language: English
Religion: Liberal Christian (Leaning more towards Agnostic because I get my beliefs from several different religions)
How long you've been a Spiderwebber: Since I discovered Exile 1 around 1998/1999 on a cd-rom
Whether or not you're a septuagenarian eskimo: No

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Purpose? in General
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Really, MSW, could you at least attempt to quote me correctly?
If I remember correctly, I never actually used your name. Therefore, you just incriminated yourself. I did not intend to let people know whom I was arguing with. Too late now that you gave it away.

Anyway, if sex was just for procreation, then where does oral sex and anal sex factor in? They are certainly not used for procreation. And both straight people and gay people do those. Then again, many people don't consider oral sex to actually be sex. I think it most definitely is.

Times have changed and the definition of sex has changed. These days, if you tell your lover that you want to have sex to procreate only, I am very sure they won't take it very nicely. Sex is an expression of love, and is no longer just for procreation in our overpopulated world.

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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I got into a little argument with someone on this topic and I hope it won't be offensive, but what the person said boggled my mind. It may be a controversial topic for the younger people here, but most of them have hit puberty after all and I would like to hear their two cents about it as well. Here is the debate topic.

In your opinion, what is the purpose of sex in life? Is it just for procreation, or is there much more to it?

Please don't close this for a while. I am very interested in what other people have to say. The person I was talking to thought that the only purpose of sex is to increase the population.

I happen to believe that sex is not made just for procreation, but goes deeper into human psychology. We may be animals, but we possess a faculty for love and pleasure. I believe that sex is a union between two souls that love each other deeply. Sex is a way to show your undying love for the other person and have that love reciprocated.

I am sorry, but if it were just for procreation, than we would be like animals during mating season, which is ridiculous.

So, what does everyone else here think about it?

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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What Kinds of Girls do you Like? in General
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quote:
Originally written by Saunders:

quote:Originally written by Sherlock Holmes:

My dream is to meet a gay Native American around my age or an Asian my age. However, I would prefer he be Native American because they hold a strange fascination with me. Asians do too, but not to the same extent. To me, Native American and Asian men are so good looking that I have to use all my will power to keep from staring at them when I see them. There is something about their smile, their hair, their skin tone, their looks, and their sexy bodies that turns me on and drives me crazy.

Any more questions you have for me?

This bothers me a bit because it suggests that you are objectifying bodies as sex objects rather than seeing people as individuals with whom relationships can be built. I hope you will get beyond that![/quote]Saunders, I do not look at men as potential sex objects. I am not good at explaining things, but I will make an attempt now.

I am the type who would prefer to live my life with one person who I truly love, instead of moving from person to person like a parasite. In my other post, I was just trying to give an example of what type of guys I find attractive. However, I couldn't figure out anything else to say at the time. That's why I asked if anyone else here had any questions.

I have never dated anyone in my life yet, and don't plan to for a while until I get my weight problem under control. However, when I do get it under control and start dating, I won't just cling to anyone I meet.

I plan to look for someone who will love for who I am and I will love him for who he is. I want to be with someone who is interested in many of the same things I am. I wouldn't want to be in love with someone who has habits and interests that annoy me or mine annoy them. I believe in a completely mutual respecting and loving relationship with someone I love.

I do not believe in sleeping with someone just for sexual gratification and then moving on to someone else. To me, that is sinful and just plain wrong.

I would want my life mate to be someone I would love to come home to and share my day with and have them actually be interested in what I am saying. They would be someone I could take walks through the countryside with and enjoy the splendor of God's earth with. Someone who loves the same type of music I do, and I theirs. Someone who I would hate leaving in the morning because I love them so much and want to be with them all the time.

Someone who would care for me in sickness and health as I would them. Someone to protect me from danger as I would protect them. Someone who would love and cherish me for the rest of my life, as I would do the same for the rest of their life.

That is the type of person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I'm sure you can appreciate that, Saunders. IMAGE(What Kinds of Girls do you Like (10)_files/biggrin.gif)

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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What Kinds of Girls do you Like? in General
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Well, I might as well tell all. At the moment, I am not looking for anyone.

But my ideal man would be sensitive, have a good smile, share my likes and interests, have a body to die for, and make me sorry to leave him in the morning when I head to work.

My dream is to meet a gay Native American around my age or an Asian my age. However, I would prefer he be Native American because they hold a strange fascination with me. Asians do too, but not to the same extent. To me, Native American and Asian men are so good looking that I have to use all my will power to keep from staring at them when I see them. There is something about their smile, their hair, their skin tone, their looks, and their sexy bodies that turns me on and drives me crazy.

Even though I am not sexually attracted to females of those named nationalities, I find their beauty to be awe-inspiring as well. They fascinate me as well.

Any more questions you have for me?

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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What Kinds of Girls do you Like? in General
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I feel so left out concerning this topic. It's completely useless to me. What could I possibly have to say here? I'm gay after all. IMAGE(What Kinds of Girls do you Like (9)_files/rolleyes.gif)IMAGE(What Kinds of Girls do you Like (9)_files/tongue.gif)

Is someone going to make a "What type of guys do you like" topic as well? IMAGE(What Kinds of Girls do you Like (9)_files/cool.gif)

That could prove interesting. IMAGE(What Kinds of Girls do you Like (9)_files/biggrin.gif)

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00
RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General
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As the light outside starts to recede, Casetti starts becoming restless. He feels the need to talk with his friend, Anton Gregorivich, but doesn’t like to deviate from his usual habits. He sits thinking this over for a while, until he hears the familiar chime of his clock tolling out to him that its 8 p.m. and time for him to close his shop for the day. Putting up his "Closed" sign, he looks out at the vacant street for a minute or two. With an exclamation of, "What the hell! It couldn't hurt," he grabs his cane, and after locking the door, proceeds down the street to the shop of his friend.

Upon reaching his friend's shop, Casetti goes down a side alley instead of the front and to a back door of the shop. He looks in either direction to be sure that he isn't being watched, and then knocks in an erratic fashion, giving the appearance of a secret code or a prearranged signal. A few moment’s later, Anton's servant, Geoffrey, a heavily bearded man, opens the door slightly, and obviously recognizing Casetti, admits him inside. The door is then shut and bolted behind him.

They go up to Anton's flat and the servant shows Casetti into a well-furnished room. Paintings and statues can be vaguely seen all around the room along with furniture, but no details are visible, as the gas lamp is turned up only halfway. He can see Anton seated at a desk by a window engrossed in his work trimming plants by the light of an electric lamp, but he stops once he becomes aware that he has company.

Anton is of Russian descent, like Casetti. He has a thick brown moustache, wears a typical gardener's garb, and has bits of crumpled dead leaves all over his shirt and sleeves from his pruning. Upon recognizing Casetti, Anton gets a puzzled look on his face. He rarely ever visits Anton without setting up an appointment. This fact is not lost on Anton either. The look passes quickly and is replaced by one of hospitality as he directs Casetti to a couch under one of the paintings as he himself moves to a wicker chair. Before he speaks to Casetti with his thick Russian accent, however, the servant Geoffrey breaks in.

Geoffrey: “Will you be requiring anything else, sir?”

Anton: "No, no, Geoffrey, you can go on with your duties. I might be needing your services later, so please don’t leave just yet.”

Geoffrey: Very well, sir. I will be in my room in the back of the shop. If you need me, just ring.”

Anton: “Ok, Geoffrey. Vokovsky, my old friend, how are you? It has been a while since you came to visit me. Is there any particular reason for why I am indebted for this unusual visit?"

Casetti: "No, not really…well, uh, yes. I wanted to speak to you about the John Fish incident."

Anton: "Ah, yes. The job was a success as I have already read in the papers. They will never trace it back to you. Not in a million years. I told you that dressing up, as an old man would make for a perfect disguise. Not to mention that mask as an added touch."

Casetti: "Yes, I have to admit that you were right. That disguise was admirable and the mask would make identification impossible.” (Gets uncomfortable and edgy) Listen, do you know anything about this new chief of police that has taken office?”

Anton: (Gets a serious look on his face) “Not much, but I do know this. Where he came from, he is a legend. He is known for being extremely tough and very violent. He always gets his way. And now he is here in this city. It will only bring trouble. I can feel it. It is only a matter of time before we are all “exposed” and “disposed of”.”

Casetti: “Hmmm. That means only one thing. He has to be gotten rid of. Or we are all as good as dead. But to tell you the truth, I personally would not want to be that does it.”

Anton: “What if someone pays you a high enough price?”

Casetti: “Then I guess I would just have to oblige them then.” (Gets up from couch) “Well, that is really all I wanted to talk to you about. I am sorry if I took up any of your valuable time. But it was weighing on my mind and I just had to get rid of it. Well, I’ll be off then.”

Anton: (Just as Casetti reaches the door) “Oh ok. I’ll see you around then and…oh, uh, Casetti. Before you go, there is something else you should know.”

Casetti: “Yeah?”

Anton: “Quentin Randolfi has escaped from prison."

Casetti: (With a very shocked look) “Dear god!!”

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Honor and Decency. What are they? Race horses? in General
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Sorry about that. As part of my bipolar disorder, my mood can change drasticly. I go on a rampage when I am angry. IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/frown.gif)

But I also have been having severe problems with my short term memory in the last six months. I can later come back to a topic I created earlier in the day and have basicly forgotten why I was so angry to start with and why I was making so big of a deal out of something so trivial.

I then panic and try to undo whatever damage I did. That's why I removed most of my protest posts. I wanted to erase this incident from my memory. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done. IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/frown.gif)

On top of that, my usual confident, who advises me as to whether posting the topics that I sometimes do in one of these irrational rages is a good idea or not, wasn't around to calm me down and talk sense to me.

On top of that, I forgot to take my medication this morning, and without it, I can be rather irrational about simple things.

I have to remember to take my pills more often or this could be something that happenes more often. And I seriously don't want that to happen. It's bad enough that I lost control like I did today.

I am already ashamed that I left it happen. I am not like this in real life at all when my pills are in my system. IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/frown.gif)IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/frown.gif)

Once again. I am very sorry. IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/frown.gif)

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Who cares anymore. Not me. in General
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IMAGE(Who cares anymore Not me (2)_files/wink.gif) Sure. I have been wanting to go there for a while. I visited there once, but that was at a time when I was much less social with people than I am now. It might be different for me now. IMAGE(Who cares anymore Not me (2)_files/biggrin.gif)

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Honor and Decency. What are they? Race horses? in General
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You can close this topic now Imban, there's a draft coming in. IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/biggrin.gif)IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/rolleyes.gif)IMAGE(Honor and Decency What are they Race horses_files/cool.gif)

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General
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Ok. I decided to jump back in this RP again. Arancaytar's kind words have a magical effect. IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/biggrin.gif)

I replaced my posts, changing them for the better. Despite the fact that I don't like the way that Sir David points out error, and as much as I hate to do it, I must agree with him on one point. I did have too much unnecessary detail. I have now eliminated a good majority of it.

So, after editing my posts over and over and rewriting a lot of stuff, I found a way to balance the details out and still keep a good storyline going. So, consider me back again.

Sorry if I went crazy like that. I take criticism badly because...

1. I have Bipolar disorder, also known as manic-depressive. If you don't know, it causes violent mood swings and can make a person angry at any type of criticism. IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/frown.gif)

2. I have OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Meaning I have a habit of doing things in a certain way and don't like to change. If someone tells me I am doing something wrong, and in a nasty, impolite way, it rubs me the wrong way and I tend to go nuts. IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/rolleyes.gif)

3. I forgot to take my medication today. IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/biggrin.gif)IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/biggrin.gif)IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/rolleyes.gif)IMAGE(RP Prohibition in Serendipity City_files/frown.gif)

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Honor and Decency. What are they? Race horses? in General
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Now I understand what it was like for Christopher Columbus to try to teach common sense to one of the crowned heads of Europe.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 22:06: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Who cares anymore. Not me. in General
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Sorry, I made the other topic before I read the new posts here.

Thanks Arancaytar. Now I can see how my name came into it. I have learned to stick to the plot and I try my best to do that. I have been doing much better with that, more recently than I was several months ago. But it didn't work out too well in the Avernum topic for me. (See paragraph after next one)

This brings me to the other RPer trait. Working with others. Unfortunately, I lack greatly in this trait. However, it isn't because I am selfish and want my character to be the only one around or because I want the RP to revolve around me and control it. It's because I am worried that I will mess up somehow while using another RPer's character in a scene. I have done it several times before and I am afraid of doing it again because I don't like being yelled at for it.

That's why I didn't interact with hardly anyone during the Avernum RP and stuck basically to my own plot. I wanted to be apart of the RP, but by the time I realized how complicated it was, I was already waist deep in it and couldn't find my way out. I was terrified that if I tried to use any of the other RPer's characters, I would end up ruining something for them or the whole RP and be blamed indefinitely for it.

As for the new RP, I found that this RP was right up my ally because I am an amateur historian and love studying history. Hence, my two posts that were full of details about the prohibition era. They weren't necessary, by my instinct to tell about history took over. I am planning to replace my two posts, after I edit them severely and incorporate the needed changes into them.

However, one point concerning introductions in RPs bothers me. I have been told that I should edit the characteristics into the IC: itself, but I find that hard because I had just adapted myself to making a list of them at the beginning of the post, which I learned from other RPers. Now I am being told that lists are annoying and I am supposed to adapt again. I can do that, but it is going to take some time. It isn't easy to adapt so quickly, considering I just mastered the other method.

Nevertheless, I'll try to catch on to it.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 22:02: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Ah, screw it. I don't care anymore. Why try to promote good common sense and decency? It's like trying to get people to understand that gay marriage is about love, honor and respect. Not just the word, "marriage."

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 22:12: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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They are when you are setting a particular period in time.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 15:06: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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There is no sense in speaking to those that don't want to be spoken to. It's like talking to a deaf person who is asleep in a pitch black room.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 22:01: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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The heck with it. My philosophy and attempt for justice falls on silent ears. Like the message of love and respect promoted by Hitler.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 22:17: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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I really doubt that anyone would miss me. I am just another faceless nobody at the site who had been having lots of fun in RPs. And from the insults I have been reading, apparently I am posting with no regard for the ideas of others in RPs and I use too much detail in setting a scene.

So I have to say it again. Who will miss me on this site? From the comments I have been getting lately, I am just another Zephyr.

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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Why bother trying to talk sense to people when their ears are full of wax and they don't listen anyway? IMAGE(Who cares anymore Not me_files/frown.gif)IMAGE(Who cares anymore Not me_files/rolleyes.gif)

It's like trying to sell Bush to a country that's never heard of him.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 22:15: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00
RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General
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[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 21:06: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00
RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General
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IC: As the day approaches noon, it steadily grows warmer. With the chime of his clock signaling dinnertime, Casetti hangs up his suit coat on the rack once more, puts an "Out to lunch" sign on his door, and locks it to keep out thieves while he goes to his flat to eat his meal. Once in his flat, he heads to his living room and sits down in his comfortable black leather chair. He picks through a knapsack on an oak end table next to him and pulls out a German pistol fixed with a silencer. Lighting a cobalt blue oil lamp on a second oak end table on the other side of his chair, he begins to examine it in the soft glow of the flame. Turning it over and over in his hands, he comments to himself.

"To think, this piece of twisted and formed metal is an item of terror in this city. It's very possession is against the law for any average citizen and could mean inevitable death to the person who wields it. Its very mention or appearance is enough to bring some amount of fear in the bravest soul. It is a tool for cold-blooded murder, yet can be an invaluable aide in defending one's self."

Shakes his head and clicks his tongue is despair.

"So powerful, and yet so noisy. Only with a silencer like this one can it match the stealth of one of my throwing knives." (Takes one of his ivory-handled knives out of a concealed compartment in his knapsack with his free hand and looks at it) "Even with the aurora of instant incarceration hanging over my head, should it be found on me, I am happy to have one if I find my self in a very tight spot." (Sighs) "Hmmm. In light of recent events, it might be dangerous to continue carrying it. If something major happens in this city, this new chief might start raids on businesses and searches of homes." (Thinks about this) "Hmmmm. Even I am at a slight risk if they decide to search my flat, despite my well-hidden cache. I guess I better prepare for the worst."

He gets up from his chair and heads towards a bookshelf and the desk set off in a corner between two windows. Knowing that any smart cop would start looking in and behind books for weapons or for a triggering device, he ingeniously installed such a device in the floor under one of the legs of the desk. Moving the desk carefully so as not to leave a mark, and removing a solid-looking board in the floor, he pulls on a taught chain barely visible in the dark nook, which triggers a mechanism in the wall. This causes a small panel to open down from the wood-paneled ceiling and reveal a paltry weapon cache set into the rafters in a crawlspace that's located between the ceiling of the flat and the tin roof of the building.

This gap in the structure can only be reached through the aide of a set of steps that comes down with the panel. The space in between the levels being so small that making a weapons cache in it seems inconceivable to common sense. To Casetti, this makes it even more the ideal hiding place for it. Making up his cache is one soviet machine gun, one sniper rifle (for special jobs and rarely used), a crossbow with a good supply of bolts, a collection of throwing knives, a small, yet generous collection of ammo for each of the guns, and a dart gun (like a blowpipe) with a supply of darts. He checks to see that nothing is missing and sets his silenced German pistol in amongst the other items. He decides that the crossbow would be a better weapon to keep around him, as it can be innocently displayed on a wall as a sort of collector’s piece.

So, he removes it and a quiver of bolts from the cache and for the moment, sits them down on his desk. He then closes the panel, replaces the board in the floor, and slides the desk with painstaking detail, back exactly where it was. He then installs some ornamental hanging hooks in the wall above the cobblestone fireplace, sets up the crossbow display with the quiver, and then goes to the kitchen and makes himself his dinner.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 21:05: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
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RP: Prohibition in Serendipity City in General
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IC: Casetti Medalivich Vokovsky sits in a chair behind the polished, though somewhat stained oak counter littered with the tools of trade that any typical tobacconist like him would have. He sits reading the Serendipity Herald, waiting for his first customer of the morning. A light rain had been falling before daybreak, making the day seem even colder than it was and positively damp everywhere in the city. His shop suddenly starts to feel slightly nippy from the cold, and looking down at his dull dark blue dress shirt, he decides that he had better put something else on to keep from catching a chill. Getting up and resting the paper on the counter, he takes the gray suit coat from the rack next to him, and after putting it on, closes it to keep himself warmer. He curses to himself about the workman that was supposed to have come and fixed the faulty gas jet in his shop.

He sits back down, picks up the paper, and resting it on his light brown pants, starts reading it again. The paper is filled with page after page of the story concerning the assassination of a city official named Sam Fisher by an unknown assailant. He sets the paper down on his lap and chuckles as he thinks about it the curious events surrounding it.

‘Heh heh, Casetti. You pulled that one off well. Those cops will never figure it out. Who would ever suspect that an old man visiting the establishment had shot that man and gotten away fast enough to avoid being captured?’ (Begins looking through the newspaper again) ‘Oh, I see a new chief has been hired. Hmmmm. A name I never heard before, but with a ring of strong authority to it. That could bring trouble. I’d best be on my guard. I can’t afford to let anyone discover my identity. Good thing I have friends in different parts of society.’ (Chuckles to self again) ‘I can just see the papers now if I were caught. My criminal past would make an excellent headline.

“Serendipity police arrest ‘Case Closed’, the assassin, master forger, arsonist, crack thief, and master of disguise for hire. He was living under the assumed name of a respected tobacconist. He got the name ‘Case Closed' from his short temper and quickness to solve all his problems with violence. It seems he will be locked away indefinitely if any crime can ever actually be traced to him.”

‘Heh Heh. That would be a laughing riot with the uh…oh, a potential customer.’ He looks out his right eye, the left being covered with an eye patch from an injury sustained while he was in the Soviet Army, through his emerald green glasses at the figure walking slowly down the other side of the street. The individual is looking at each shop sign, apparently for a particular one. When the figure notices his, Vokovsky's Smokes, it turns, and heads almost stealthily across the street towards his shop.

As the figure reaches his side of the street, features can finally be discerned more clearly in the aurora of his shop lights. They belong to a female customer. A ringing of a bell marks the entry of a young lady into his shop, and reaching into her purse, she approaches his counter. She is an example of an average service woman who comes from one of the many respectable households of the aristocracy. He can tell that she is obviously a servant woman, possibly a cook, from her simple adorning garb, and is on her way to the marketplace, as he can see by her empty grocery basket. She holds out a cigarette to him and brandishes a brand name at the same time. He gets up from his chair, extends to her polite civility, and attends her with the quickness and precision of any man of his profession. He examines it, services her with a new package of cigarettes, and she pays the stated price for them.

Then with a simple thank you combined with nods and smiles between them, she briskly leaves the shop, and shuffles down the street in the direction of the market. After adjusting his marketable items on the counter a little, he sits back down in his chair once more. He pulls out his pipe and upon lighting it, wispy blue curls of smoke emanate from it and his lips. He props his feet up on a nearby stool and continues reading the paper while he waits for his next customer.

[ Thursday, February 19, 2004 20:07: Message edited by: Sherlock Holmes - MSW ]

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00
Good laptops, and syndrome diagnosis. in General
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I have it!!!! I have it!!!! And I am not lying. Wizard, you described it perfectly. However, I know little about it myself. I only know that I have been diagnosed with it. Which figures, seeing as I go to a program to be treated for it and see a psychiatrist.

It is quite true. A person who has it tends to fear being social with other people. Just talking to other people who you personally don't know makes you a nervous wreck because you are afraid to say the wrong thing. I developed this syndrome through lack of friends and rejection of a good friend I once had. I don't want to go into details because I tend to get rather angry when talking about him.

"Sherlock Holmes meets a person he has never met before on the street. "Hello" the other person says. Sherlock mutters a greeting back, afraid to engage in a conversation with the stranger. The stranger continues trying to strike up a conversation. Sherlock does his best to make it look like he is busy and needs to get along. The stranger senses his apprehension, so he bids him farewell and goes on his way. Sherlock hurries in the opposite direction to put as much space between him and the stranger as he possibly can."

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Mrs. Peacock: "Everything all right?"
Colonel Mustard: "Yep. Two Corpses. Everything's fine."

"Keep your wits about you, the game is afoot!!" - Sherlock Holmes
Posts: 935 | Registered: Friday, August 8 2003 07:00

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