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Daniel:
--- Quote from: saucycobblers on July 26, 2006, 06:05:43 pm ---JBB:
**TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **
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((Enlivened by JBB's rancor and pure determination, Guy can only smile and join him in his primal roar.))
**TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! **
((Still uncertain if it did any good, Guy acknowledged that the yell did thoroughly expand his lungs. He felt alive and his skin tingled a little. He grinned down at JBB.))
** Now what?! **
saucycobblers:
--- Quote from: Daniel on July 26, 2006, 06:14:09 pm ---
** Now what?! **
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((Slightly embarrassed that TERRY CLOTH has not appeared...))
*Cough* **Er... good point Guy... ummmm... ah! I have another idea. How about if I go in there and cover up the wine stains with some o' the good stuff, so you don't see 'em? Then you could have a look round the tent and see if Terry's anywhere fer me? How's that sound? **
((Despite his initial misgivings, JBB is starting to like this boy and wants to help him. And he sure is purty... :P))
Daniel:
GUY RAPHAELSON (MARKETING ADVISOR):
((Feeling a lot more courageous from his primal moment with nature, nods to JBB.))
**
That sounds like it would be okay. If you can get in there and somehow hide the red wine, I can go in without too much difficulty. If I can't find Terry, maybe I can at least grab my cellphone, then call someone to help us find him.
**
((Holds the tent flap open for JBB and puts him down on the floor.))
saucycobblers:
((JBB enters the tent and, after a mere 30 minutes of concentrated grunting and straining, has manged to cover up the worst of the wine stains))
JBB:
** All clear bud! You mind me askin' where this... er... rather unusual fear stems from? **
Daniel:
GUY RAPHAELSON (MARKETING ADVISOR):
((enters the tent and wrinkles his nose as the scent of the wine accosts him. He looks around the tent: the candles on the table (those that weren't knocked over) had melted down to stubs, the wax ruining the tablecloth beneath them. The dinner he had worked so hard to prepare sat mostly untouched. He sighs then looks to make certain that JBB is alright.))
((shrugs and shakes his head))
**
I don't know. I've had it for as long as I can remember. But I heard once that irrational fears are deeply rooted in the subconscious... so I think something must have happened. I don't know what though.... Let me grab my cellphone and then we'll look for Terry. He could be hiding in here somewhere, too, especially if he thinks that owl's still after him.
**
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