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  • in reply to: Cavorting Aunties Background #5601
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      April

      April was born in Manila, Arkansas (close to Whisp), birth date unknown.

      Her family’s origins is South-Asian. April is an aspiring artist, using her free time as a nanny to explore her art. She met June in 1999, while June was on the run from the police and broke into the household where April was in charge of twins and a pack of dogs at the time. June’s unexpected help with the twelve whining household dogs helped win her over and they became inseparable friends shortly after that, despite June’s temper and kleptomania habits.

      in reply to: Two Aunties au Pair and Their Pert Carouses #5597

      It’s taking blimmin forever for the Oober to get here, and, wouldn’t you just know it, rain!

      “Hop in,” says the driver. He’s leaning over holding open the front door. An older chappie with a shiny forehead and rosacea. He definitely drinks. Maybe he’s come straight from the pub. Still, it’s raining and I’m late, so I hop in. In the back seat, mind. I’m not much of a one for talking.

      “I’m Finnley.” I crack a smile to make up for sitting in the back. It feels strange smiling. In my mind, there’s not much point to smiling. It just encourages people to be overly familiar.

      “Bert,” he says. He’s Australian I think from the accent and his expression is more of a sneer than a smile. I reckon I pissed him off not getting in the front seat.  “F i n n l e y.” He sounds it out like he’s learning a new language. “Always thought that was a boy’s name?”

      “Can be either.”

      Do I look like a boy, Bert? 

      Anyhow, that’s enough chitchat for me. I get my phone out and make like I am checking for messages. Haha. As if.

      “Here on holiday, Finnley? Pity about the weather.”

      Oh here we go.

      “A job.”

      “Oh yeah, corker! Where’s that, Finnley?”

      “Washingtown Beige House, Bert.”

      I have to be honest, saying it out loud still gives me goosebumps. And Bert’s surprise doesn’t disappoint.

      in reply to: The Chronicles of the Flying Fish Inn #5596
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        Mater

        I told Prune how I couldn’t follow these internet link thingies everyone’s so fond of. Didn’t grow up with computers I guess; it was all letters in my day. I said to Prune, “Will you just tell me who Jasper is, for crying out loud?” Cheeky begger told me not to worry about it and would I like a cuppa? Then she asked how old am I! “I was born in 1935,” I told her. “You do the bleedin’ maths!”

        Anyway, Dodo is still carrying on about the letter. It worries me. Better not tell young Prune that. Haha.

        I wish I knew who Jasper was though. Feels like it is something I should remember. I’ll have to remember to ask Prune again.

        in reply to: The Chronicles of the Flying Fish Inn #5570
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          Mater

          “Have you opened that letter yet?” I asked her. But she started moaning on about it being too dark and la di da. So I said, “Don’t they have electricity where you come from?” That made Bert laugh, not that it was funny but I guess you had to be there. Anyway, if you ask me, (and I can hear Dodo saying, nobody asked you, you old bat) she’s scared of something. Goes on about savouring it but it doesn’t make any sense. I mean Dodo’s never had any self-control, not when it comes to fellas or the drink, anyway. And all of a sudden she gets some over a letter? Nope, somethings up.

          in reply to: The Chronicles of the Flying Fish Inn #5054
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            “Ah, yes,” said Mater, although she hadn’t heard of it. Dodo did prattle on so. “Now, where was I? 2020 I believe. The year of the great fires.”

            in reply to: Seven Twines and the Dragon Heartwoods #4856

            “Speaking of people hiding, has anyone seen Eleri since she went to that funeral?” asked Glynnis. “She promised she would help with the dusting … “

            “Perhaps said promise is the reason for her failure to materialise,” said Fox with an almost imperceptible twitch of his nose. “Not that I am one to be catty, but let’s call it … an astute observation.”

            “I am inclined to agree, though, like you, I am loth to come to such a harsh conclusion. It is possible, I suppose …” Glynnis paused doubtfully, “some misadventure may have befallen her?”

            “She does complain frequently of being locked out,” agreed Fox. “Although I confess, I fail to see the barriers to which she so often refers.”

            in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4854
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              “Nothing injured here,” said Agent X brushing himself down. “What is your status, Agent V?”

              “Hunky dory.” She extricated her tee shirt from a branch and inspected a deep red scrape on her arm. Her eyes circled the small clearing in which they had landed. If landed isn’t too grand a word.

              “Lots of trees,” she said.

              Agent X started heading towards a particularly dense area of bush. “This way to destination D,” he said brightly. “No time to lose.”

              I wonder what I ever saw in him,” mused V. Although he does have quite a nice butt.

              They had only trekked a few hundred meters when Agent X stopped abruptly. “Shush,” he whispered, holding his finger to his lips. “Do you hear something?”

              in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4852
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                It had been a long day and MIB decided he could spare a few moments to recuperate before propelling himself at the speed of light to Destination D.

                Probaby better to let the targets get there first so there was no chance of detection.

                MIB sauntered to a nearby park bench and sat down. He then proceeded to take the water flask from his briefcase and gently unscrewed the top. After a surreptitious glance over his shoulder, he pulled the doll’s head out of the flask. “Oh for flove’s sake!” he said and quickly shoved it back in.

                “Target doll is Man in Black i.e. myself,” he said into his wrist watch. “It appears conscious detection of target is no longer necessary for Magpie to actualise dolls. Repeat, conscious detection of target NOT NECESSARY. Subliminal factors at play. Doll will be destroyed poste haste before activation takes effect.”

                He carefully pulled the doll out of the flask for a second time. He fingered the miniature moustache; the doll was perfect down to the last detail, even the small scar he had over his right eyebrow. He felt the back of the doll and pressed, relieved to feel the hardness of the key.

                As long as the key is still in the doll, activation can’t happen. What harm is there …

                He stuffed the doll back into the flask and put it back in his briefcase.

                in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4851
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                  “I will overlook your whining,” said Helper Effy. “Great job with the action and continuity on your last scene.”

                  Lucinda glowed with happiness. “I owe it all to you, Helper Effy.”

                  This was true.

                  in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4850
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                    “This is mine,” said the *Man In Black (MIB) as he wrestled the waterbottle from the grip of a small boy. “You are welcome to the mangled bike though,” he said as the boy started to whimper. “Maybe you can fix it up.”

                    After a quick glance to make sure nobody was watching, MIB yanked off his waxed moustache and put it in the top pocket of his Louis Vuitton tux with black satin trimmings. He opened his briefcase and carefully deposited the waterbottle inside. Finally, he pulled out a wooden top beanie and placed it on his head.

                    He raised his arm to his mouth. “Good to go,” he said into his writstwatch.

                    [* (for Tracy) Maeve thought she saw a man in black following them at the airport. He supposedly went back to his headquarters, however turns out that was a ruse and now he is in possession of the waterbottle containing the doll. don’t ask me which doll. Maybe Eric knows.]

                    in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4849
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                      “I’m not sure this was a good idea,” said Shawn-Paul as the taxi driver sped away tooting and shouting, ‘good luck, you’re gunna need it!’

                      Maeve investigated the gate. “It certainly looks impenetrable … and the barbed wire fence is too high to scale… but, hey, who is writing this? Do you know?”

                      Lucinda, I think … “

                      “Oh well In that case there is bound to be a propeller thingy somewhere and we can fly over the fence.”

                      “Brilliant!” Shawn-Paul rummaged in his duffle bag. “Here it is! A wooden topped beanie! Best thing is, as Lucinda is writing, we won’t even have to explain how the mechanism works.”

                      in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4847
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                        “Here you are then,” said the driver. They were parked outside of an imposing iron gate with a large padlock. “This is as far as I can take you. I dont have authority to go any further.”

                        “Authority? You mean this is it?” said Maeve. “All I can see are trees.”

                        “Usually there is someone here to open the gate when visitors arrive. Must be running late. That’s not like them.”

                        “Oh,” said Maeve. “They aren’t actually expecting us. I mean, we didn’t make an appointment or anything.”

                        The driver shook his head and laughed. He turned his head to look at them. “I might as well take you back then. You don’t get in here without being expected.” He started the engine.

                        “Wait!” said Maeve. “We haven’t come all this way to give up. Have we?” She looked at Shaun-Paul who, after a moment of hesitation, nodded.

                        in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4846
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                          “Damn!” shouted Agent X. “I left the water bottle behind! We can’t go back – the propeller thingy is malfunctioning! We’re coming in for a crash landing! Hold on tight V!”

                          in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4845

                          Destination D pulsed and glowed like a giant pearl surrounded by dense green forest. To the east was the ocean and just inland were Doctor Bronkelhpampton’s original premises, now being developed into a small shopping mall.

                          “Wow,” breathed Agent V. “I had no idea … it almost looks alive.”

                          “Coming in to land,” shouted Agent X. He pointed with his free hand to a clear area just visible through the green. “Over there. Get ready—this propeller thing is brand new out of HQ and I havn’t had much practice with descents.”

                          in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4844

                          “Better,” said Helper Effie. “I think it best not to attempt a sex scene too early on in your writing development. A most advanced skill. I did have one pupil … well you will have heard of her … the award winning writer, Finnley Moose? She wrote the most skilled sex scenes. Incredibly moving and … emotionally raw. The best sex scenes I have ever come across in a new writer.”

                          She smiled kindly at Lucinda. “I don’t expect you to all be Finnleys. Keep up the good effort.”

                          in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4843
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                            Agent V paused. “Okay, well, they are my sister’s kids. But I do see them … now and again anyway … horrid little rugrats really. And I’m not actually married … almost engaged though.”

                            “So there is hope!” said Agent X. “With this propeller thingy propelling us at the speed of light we have time for a quickie and we can still intercept the magpies!”

                            Agent V rolled her eyes. “Tempting though that charming proposition is, I suggest we concentrate on the job at hand.”

                            in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4842
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                              “It might be useful to do an indepth character analysis of Agent V,” said Helper Effy with a patient smile.

                              “You’re right, six kids … god, what was I thinking.”

                              in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4841
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                                “I’m a married woman with six kids now,” said Agent V dragging her eyes from his groin. “We are wasting valuable time. I suggest we use your propeller to intercept the magpies before they reach Destination D.”

                                in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4840
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                                  “I see you are trying to sexy things up, Lucinda,” said Helper Effy. “Be mindful not to lose the plot in the process.”

                                  Lucinda reddened. “I’ll fix it,” she said.

                                  in reply to: Pop﹡in People Tribulations #4838
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                                    “You forget, Agent X, I have lived on *Tifi my whole life. It is most certainly not a local tradition to wear a beanie with a wooden top. Now, tell me? What’s really going on?”

                                    Agent X leaned on the mangled bicycle and stared silently at V. “It’s good to see you. I’d forgotten how hot you are when you are being assertive,” he said at last.

                                    • The locals call the island Tifi.
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