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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 14, 2005 19:13:40 GMT -5
This thread brought to you by me, discgoround, $4.99, and Garbage.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 15, 2005 17:28:59 GMT -5
"Well Zivon should be back soon but it is nice to meet both of you. Are you nihilists as well?" I ask, almost in awe of the situation.
What interesting people!
I smile and lead them into the kitchen to start making some tea.
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Jun 15, 2005 17:31:37 GMT -5
"Yup. There is no truth, blah blah... If you know Zivon, you've probably head the whole thing before, so what would the point be? Trick question, there is no point to anything," Judy speed speaks as she lies down on the couch. Punch sits on the floor.
"So, how do you know Zivon?" Judy asks. "I know you're not a nihilist."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 15, 2005 17:35:56 GMT -5
I sigh and sit down with my tea, staring down at it until the artificial sugar I used melts.
"Well, I came here to visit my brother, and he was sleeping, so Zivon was really nice and said he would show me around the city." I say nodding.
"But Zivon went off somewhere after he was accused of being a not very nice person by my brother. If that all makes sense."
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Jun 15, 2005 17:39:21 GMT -5
"Tsk, tsk, looks like some people are getting personally attached. Who is your brother anyway?" Judy asks, taking a mug of tea. She likes hers plain. Punch puts six packets of sugar into his.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 15, 2005 17:42:18 GMT -5
"You might know him. He is Zivon's friend Heikki, who is also a nihilist." I reply.
I have never met so many people that don't believe in anything. What a peculiar couple of days.
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Jun 15, 2005 17:46:04 GMT -5
"Zivon has friends?" Judy almost snorts. "Anyway, I don't think we know Heikki. We've been a little busy recently."
Judy sips her tea slowly. Punch has already finished his.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 15, 2005 17:48:10 GMT -5
"Well everyone has friends, sillies." But then I scratch my head. Maybe they weren't friends. They didn't seem very friend-like.
"They are roommates then." I say on second thought.
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Jun 15, 2005 17:52:47 GMT -5
Judy jumps up suddenly, so she is now standing on the couch.
"Want to play scrabble? Let's play scrabble!"
Judy jumps off the counch and fetches the scrabble board from the hall cupboard. It is dusty, and looks as if it hasn't been used in a long time.
She drops it rather unceremoniously on the coffee table. It lands in a puff of dust.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 15, 2005 17:54:49 GMT -5
"Yes, scrabble!" I reply and smile, feeling sudden zeal to play scrabble with them though I have never actually played it. I think I saw my grandparents playing it once.
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Post by Katrina Bassarov on Jun 15, 2005 17:55:29 GMT -5
Katrina's flight touches down in Venesula exactly 19 hours later. She yawns and streches once she is off. Just like she thought: it was a noisy, cramped, stinky flight. She vows the next time she travels anywhere, it will be on a boat. She pulls her cellphone out and calls Bassarov.
Save me. I am in need of a shower, a warm meal and a conversation. I'm at the airport.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 15, 2005 17:58:20 GMT -5
Bassarov gets the call and heads right to the airport to see his sister. She looks a little tired and bedraggled from the flight. "It's great to see you. Well then I can take you back to where I am staying, you can shower and such there." He replies then walks with her out of the airport. He carries her bags since she looks tired and it seems a polite thing to do. They take a taxi back to the hotel where all of the socialists have been staying.
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Post by Zivon Nechayev on Jun 15, 2005 17:58:44 GMT -5
Zivon wakes up in his car, with a horrible hangover, and headache, then decides he should probably head back. He looks around, then realizes that he's parked right outside his apartment. He doesn't really know how he got there, but based upon how his car was positioned in the street, he assumed that he had something to do with it.
I climb out of my car, and head into the apartment where I notice someone's bag. I smirk, and head inside.
"When did you guys come in?" Zivon asks from the kitchen as he takes off his shoes. He walks into the living room and notices that they are pulling out the scrabble board, and Helvi's still here. He kind of forgot about Helvi already...
"Those two will whoop you at scrabble." I say to Helvi.
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Post by Punch and Judy Libertine on Jun 15, 2005 18:03:46 GMT -5
"OK, so, here's how you play scrabble. We're going to play with the nihilist rules. Basically, you can put letters anywhere. Anything is a word, as long as you can come up with an explaination for it. It's kind of like how people form religious beliefs, because they can't explain stuff. Anyway, I want to go first!"
Judy takes her letters, and arranges then in the middle of the board. They say "CHOLERA."
"This one's a dictionary word, and it's the name of a disease!"
"Hi Zivon!" Judy says enthusiastically. Punch turns around and blows a kiss.
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 15, 2005 18:04:14 GMT -5
"Considering I have never played before, I don't doubt it." I reply. My eyes light up when he enters the room.
I listen to the rules, which sound amusing. "What a wonderful and creative idea!"
I put together the word "Zombat"
"A Zombat is an undead wombat"
"How are you Zivon? I made lemon bars earlier! Oh, the lemon bars! I forgot!"
I go to the kitchen and get the lemon bars for Punch, Judy, and Zivon to enjoy.
"They're lemony good!"
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