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Post by Peter G. Nielsen on Jun 19, 2005 4:07:42 GMT -5
Peter closes his eyes, but he doesn't sleep. Not yet. He doesn't sleep well. It was nearly an hour before he finally nodded off and drifted into sleep. He'd snap awake the moment anyone else in the room moved from their banks most likely. It wasn't training. He was just a really light sleeper.
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Post by damek on Jun 19, 2005 6:00:58 GMT -5
"I don't have any anarchist friends here in Paris. Well, there is this one guy. He is a an eco terrorist. His name is Niiko. I heard he was in the city. We could go visit him. I haven't seen him for a couple of years now." Damek replies. He pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket.
"Yah, I think he should be staying here. With some other anarchists. We can check it out."
He looks at the paper and starts searching for the address writen on it. They walk for about an hour, but end up a little turned around.
"Don't worry, I'm not lost. We'll find this place." He assures her.
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Post by mihoko on Jun 19, 2005 11:06:48 GMT -5
"Alright but can I see your friend's address? I have been in Paris three times because the underground fights. Either that or ask someone around here and see if they show us the way."
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Michal Rimone
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Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Jun 19, 2005 11:31:11 GMT -5
Michal has been sleeping in her quarters on the jet for the past few hours. She hasn't had a chance to meet with Major Usagi yet, but she is very tired from jet lag.
Michal wakes up feeling a little less tired. She goes to the back to fix herself some coffee, before leaving her room. Michal usually prefers tea, but it doesn't look like the plane stocks any. Tea from anywhere but Israel wouldn't be the same anyway.
Michal leaves her quarters to explore a bit.
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Post by cassius on Jun 19, 2005 13:48:29 GMT -5
After finishing up his semestar at school Cassius decides to travel to London and meet up with an old friend of his Mr. Crest before joining the World Socialist Movement members located there. When he arrives he immidiately takes the metro to Calithin's office and is able to get in to see him without his knowledge. Cassius bursts open the doors and enters catching his friend in an embrace and kissing him once on each cheek.
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Post by Gene Stabler on Jun 19, 2005 15:11:17 GMT -5
((Where am I supposed to be?? Im very lost))
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 15:14:51 GMT -5
I return, not feeling so well, to the hotel with Katrina. I walkk to my room, and come upon Garret, not looking so peachy either.
"Garret? You... you ok?"
I slup down next to him, thinking that I would feel better on the ground for some reason.
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Michal Rimone
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Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Jun 19, 2005 15:20:37 GMT -5
((Sorry. Zero sent me a PM suggesting that I just be on the plane, since the plane left a little bit before I showed up. You can be on the plane too if you want.))
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Post by Gene Stabler on Jun 19, 2005 15:28:35 GMT -5
((haha... sure. Why not? I was on the plane too, okay? Sorry, zerp if you didnt want me to be...))
I don't mind plane rides, especialy after traveling so much by plane. I rise from the place which I slept, and walk into the main section of the plane, tward the cabin, looking for someone to speak with.
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Post by damek on Jun 19, 2005 16:51:23 GMT -5
"Here is the address if you think you can find the place. Some guy named Shura owns the place I think." He hands her the directions and shrugs.
"I have a horrible sense of direction." He admits
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Post by Hope Dayspring on Jun 19, 2005 17:14:56 GMT -5
I report back to my party and tell them what the WSM told me. They are pleased with my work, and I am given some time off.
I think I will use this time off to meet Dr. Dayspring.
I book a flight to America where I believe he is staying at this point. I think he is somewhere on the east coast, but I don't even know what state.
This might take some time, but I'll do what I have to do.
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Post by Victoria Thistle on Jun 19, 2005 17:19:56 GMT -5
I leave one last message on Zivon's machine. I didn't come all the way here to be insulted or forgotten.
"Well Zivon, I've been in Helsinki for about three days now and I am still waiting to call. You seemed like you wanted to come here a few days ago. I'm tired of these stupid games. I have better things to do. So, if you don't see me tonight, I am leaving. You might be able to pull this on other people, but sorry, I won't take it."
I hang up the phone and order Chinese for delivery. How infuriating!
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Post by Liron Schoenberg on Jun 19, 2005 17:25:33 GMT -5
Brandon looks up at Lysander. He isn't used to thinking of himself as Garret anymore. "I don't know. Maybe it was something I ate." Brandon replies. He is pale with marked exhaustion.
"I think I just need to sleep it off."
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Post by Helvi Toivonen on Jun 19, 2005 17:27:17 GMT -5
I am very worried about the whole situation. I am worried about Peter and worried about the police. I sigh. I am too afraid to voice my concerns to Zivon, Punch, or Judy.
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Post by Lysander Bassarov on Jun 19, 2005 17:27:59 GMT -5
"I dunno... Im feelin it too. Let get into my room, eh?"
I stand up, open the door and slumping in.
"Gosh... I feel awful!"
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