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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 26, 2005 20:34:55 GMT -5
"Okay, sounds good Cambridge." Sakari says, and pulls out his notepad to take notes, just as the speaker ends his speech. Applause are had.
I slide my pencil into the spiral thingy on my notebook, and look to the others.
"Well then... Anybody have any stories?"
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 26, 2005 20:37:44 GMT -5
"Stories? I need some air." Antero gets up, and heads out of the auditorium. He doesn't mind people, but sometimes they wear on him.
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 26, 2005 20:38:40 GMT -5
"I don't really have any stories, but I'll bet you do, Sakari."
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Post by Dead Character on Mar 26, 2005 20:50:16 GMT -5
Antero remembers that he has to feed his cat, so he leaves the anarchist meeting to his apartment. He heads home, and finds his apartment dark and cold. He turns on the light and cranks up the thermostat. He opens a can of cat food then spends some quality time with his pet. "Hey Cat, sorry I've been neglecting you."
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 26, 2005 20:51:32 GMT -5
Sakari sees Antero leave and pays no mind to him, but now feels as though he's the center of attention at a campfire story and is obliged to tell a story.
"Ah, well that sure backfired... I was intending to get others involved in the conversation, but it appears to have slingshotted back at me. Well there was this one time where I ate boiled peanuts. Then this guy came up and asked me 'can I see your ticket?', and I realized that I was on a train, illegally, and all I had were these boiled peanuts. I told her to try one of the peanuts to try and distract her while I thought of something, and she tried one and immediately ran to the bathroom and started vomitting." I say, then stop. Nobody says anything.
"That's it."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 26, 2005 20:53:44 GMT -5
"Oh well...that's an interesting story, Sakari." Sie says to humor him.
"I've never had a boiled peanut, but that story makes me hungry. Would you like to get something to eat?"
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Post by Sarah "Fish" Fischer on Mar 26, 2005 20:55:10 GMT -5
((I have no idea where we are, so if I am wrong, sorry.))
Dylan and the other Green Party members begin meeting at the airport. The plane is going to leave soon.
"OK everyone, here are the plane tickets. I only have twenty-five, but I think that's enough for everyone to go."
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 26, 2005 21:02:09 GMT -5
For Russian and Estonian officials, the day goes well. They spend hours in a meeting discussing the border disputes between the countries. The Estonias are upset over some border lakes and how Russians are polluting the waters with factories and recreation. They are also upset over some islands on the lakes, which they say are technically Estonian territory whereas the Russians argue that it is theirs. There are many hours of testimonies and looking over old maps. Finally when they meet an agreement about the border lakes and go down to their cars. It is when the meeting is over and people are heading out, that the bombs in the garage are detonated, sending seared officials, maps, cars, and other debris in all directions.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Mar 26, 2005 21:05:58 GMT -5
Bassarov heads to the hotel where Selja is staying. He spent the early part of the day meeting with the Irish socialists and the IRA again, but now that he has some free time he decides it would be good to follow Sakari's advice and talk to Selja. He knocks on the door of her room and waits for her to answer. He has felt somewhat alone ever since Sakari left. Not that he doesn't get along with the Irish comrades, it's just he doesn't know them as well.
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Post by Heikki Toivonen on Mar 26, 2005 21:08:18 GMT -5
Ambulances and firetrucks rush down the street to the scene of the blast. Heikki is long gone. The president wasn't there this time. This annoys him. He wanted this to be something big. He frowns as he boards a train to Helsinki, his home city. He will spend some time there. Anyway, there is an anarchist meeting so he wants to sit in on it. As the train departs he figures that Russian officials will blame in on the Chechens.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 26, 2005 21:08:52 GMT -5
"Yeah they're not that great... I was told that there was going to be food here, am I mistaken or just making this up?" Sakari asks, somewhat vacantly.
I look around.
"I dont' see a buffet or anything..."
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Post by Cambridge Brackenfield on Mar 26, 2005 21:10:17 GMT -5
"I didn't hear anything like that. You must be mistaken."
"We could go out to a cafe. Since I am getting paid to be here I can pay."
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Post by dead character on Mar 26, 2005 21:14:05 GMT -5
Malik and some of the others travel to Iran. He is nervous. He has never been to Iran and is afraid of traveling these long distances. He is also worried about meeting with the Iranian supporters. They are certainly not socialist and he wonders why they support the DFLP at all. He sits quietly in the back of the truck as they cross the border. He does not tell the others about his anxieties. He is sick in the stomach with worry.
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Post by Lamumba on Mar 26, 2005 21:18:06 GMT -5
Kasai returns from his short trip to the south. The tour went well and he was well recieved. According to his advisors, his approval rating is very high. He returns to his office and looks over some of his work. This week he filed a complaint to the United Nations about the conduct of peacekeepers there. Peacekeepers have been participating in illegal sexual activities with minors and prostitutes. The UN is looking into the accusations, but it certainly tarnishes their image.
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Post by Sakari Lehtinen on Mar 26, 2005 21:19:33 GMT -5
"Yeah that sounds awesome." Sakari says happily. "I'll tell you about Ireland."
I stand up, and begin to head for the door.
"You're getting paid for this? I think we were supposed to get paid for this too, but that sorta fell through..."
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