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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 18, 2005 4:46:27 GMT -5
"I am just too tolerant of people sometimes. I feel that as long as he is paying part of the rent, that he has a democratic right to have friends over and that I would be a tyrant if I put him in his place. I mean, I don't know. Let's just not talk about it and hope that he isn't there." Bassarov says, though when they arrive back at the apartment, their roommate is there, and is listening to loud and unpleasant music with his friends. Bassarov threads through a crowd of people to the computer room.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Aug 18, 2005 4:49:34 GMT -5
Sakari follows behind Valodya, saying hi to the occasional pot head that recognizes him from somewhere, until he makes it into the computer room.
"You can at least know that if you insult them, they won't remember tomorrow."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 18, 2005 4:52:46 GMT -5
"No, I would rather not be a jerk, even if they don't remember." Bassarov replies. He sits down and looks at the chord to his laptop, which is still plugged into the wall. Whoever stole it, neglected to take the chord. "I am going to try to get some sleep. I will talk to you in the morning. But, I think seeing Helene would be a nice idea. I am sure Henna wouldn't mind if I took a few days off..." Bassarov says as he heads towards his room.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Aug 18, 2005 4:56:03 GMT -5
"Yeah that would be a cool thing. G'night comrade." Sakari replies, and lets Valodya head to bed. He decides to stay up and talk to the people in the apartment for awhile, until he gets too annoyed to keep it up.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Aug 18, 2005 5:01:14 GMT -5
Bassarov heads inside his room and despite the noise of bad music , idiotic laughter, and other clamour, he is able to fall asleep. Hopefully he is less disgruntled tomorrow.
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Post by Dead Character on Aug 18, 2005 5:08:02 GMT -5
Antero and Nea arrive back at the anarchist house in France a couple of hours later. The flight went well, but Antero was seated by a talkative used car salesman from Texas. Antero is glad to be back at the house and that he won't be flying for a while.
"Good to be back." He says as they enter the house.
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Aug 18, 2005 10:05:01 GMT -5
"Mmmmhmmm," she nodded her head and looked around. "Well I guess this is a good sign, no drama no noise...."
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Aug 18, 2005 10:44:05 GMT -5
When Jose doesn't answer his phone, Helene leaves him a message and hangs up. She drifts away from the phone till she is standing in the middle of the hallway. Her gaze darts between the bathroom, the kitchen and her briefcase that contains all of those papers and essays she has to grade. Her stomach growls loudly and she clamps a hand over it with a smile. Then her hair starts to itch so she scratches.
Well... there's my answer. She thinks. Food, then shower... but what about those papers... Maybe after the food and shower, she'll figure it out.
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Post by Natasha Nechayev on Aug 18, 2005 11:34:23 GMT -5
Natasha had noticed but didn't think much of it."Hm... yeah I did notice. I wonder if everyone has taken a trip already." She means this as a hint but without the pressure. She sits down on the bed and starts to brush her wet hair. "Or maybe everyone is just busy."
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Post by Dead Character on Aug 18, 2005 12:31:55 GMT -5
"Well, if you wanted to Nea, we could check out the garden to see how its coming along." Antero suggests as he looks around the empty apartment. He scratches his head and turns to her.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Aug 18, 2005 12:33:59 GMT -5
Heikki doesn't really get the hint that Natasha wants to go on a trip. However, since he doesn't have much money, a trip right now isn't feasable.
"We could go to the defense commitee meeting. I think you mentioned before you wanted to go to one of those." He suggests.
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Post by Pavel Nikolaievich Kirsanov on Aug 18, 2005 15:09:17 GMT -5
Pavel sits quietly in his bed. He has put the curtains up, so that he can't see the bars on his windows. He imagines that he is waiting quietly for death. Mr. Bessmertny has probably already hired a doctor to poison his food. Just in case, he hasn't eaten in a few days.
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Post by Nea Jokinen on Aug 18, 2005 15:21:38 GMT -5
"Yeah I would enjoy that, I really want to see how its come along while we were gone," Nea grabbed on to Antero's bag. "I'll take this upstairs for you."
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Post by Dead Character on Aug 18, 2005 15:46:27 GMT -5
"Okay, sounds cool." Antero and Nea head out the door for the garden and find that some people are picking vegetables. "It looks like some of the veggies are ready. We could pick some tomatoes or...eggplant. I wonder what we could make with an eggplant."
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Michal Rimone
Provisional Member
Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Aug 18, 2005 15:51:51 GMT -5
((I have no idea where the jet is, but I want to hurry up and end the Sweeney thing, if it's OK with those involved))
The plane begins to land. Michal presses her face against the cold window. It is very cold here, compared to Israel's desert sun. Michal misses the feeling of the dry sun on her skin, and the familiar, gutteral tones of her native language.
"Mischa, do you ever get homesick?"
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