"It's no good trying to keep up old friendships.
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"Apple crumble," you decide. They order slices of the other three pies.
A familiar-looking plaid-clad waitress brings your coffee and pie. She calls you "hon" and gives you an odd wink.
You shake off the deja vu and address the issue at hand: pie. Halfway to the crust, you address the second issue.
"Recruit me for what?"
"I thought we covered that," sighs the tall woman. "To save the world."
"From what?"
"Don't laugh. Elves."
You giggle.
"You have the skills we need. Name your reward."
@michelestrider
Money, in the Elvish currency: the Presley -
"Apple crumble," you decide. They order slices of the other three pies.
A familiar-looking plaid-clad waitress brings your coffee and pie. She calls you "hon" and gives you an odd wink.
You shake off the deja vu and address the issue at hand: pie. Halfway to the crust, you address the second issue.
"Recruit me for what?"
"I thought we covered that," sighs the tall woman. "To save the world."
"From what?"
"Don't laugh. Elves."
You giggle.
"You have the skills we need. Name your reward."
@michelestrider I would have gone for housekeeping services, but voted money since I could buy it myself I guess.
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@michelestrider I’ll do it for a FIFA Peace Prize
@petes_bread_eqn_xls That IS the dream
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@michelestrider I would have gone for housekeeping services, but voted money since I could buy it myself I guess.
@sbourne Oh, that's good. Now I want housekeeping services
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@sbourne Oh, that's good. Now I want housekeeping services
@michelestrider Like in those old English novels. Shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry!
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@michelestrider Like in those old English novels. Shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry!
@sbourne Stop talking sexy to me
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@sbourne Stop talking sexy to me
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"Apple crumble," you decide. They order slices of the other three pies.
A familiar-looking plaid-clad waitress brings your coffee and pie. She calls you "hon" and gives you an odd wink.
You shake off the deja vu and address the issue at hand: pie. Halfway to the crust, you address the second issue.
"Recruit me for what?"
"I thought we covered that," sighs the tall woman. "To save the world."
"From what?"
"Don't laugh. Elves."
You giggle.
"You have the skills we need. Name your reward."
@michelestrider I didn't know this story was gonna be set in Bawlmer Merlin, hon.
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@michelestrider I didn't know this story was gonna be set in Bawlmer Merlin, hon.
@gdinwiddie Me, either. *asks gamer husband what this means*
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@gdinwiddie Me, either. *asks gamer husband what this means*
@michelestrider It's a city just north of Warshington DC.
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@gdinwiddie Me, either. *asks gamer husband what this means*
@gdinwiddie I was forced to do a Google
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@gdinwiddie I was forced to do a Google
@michelestrider What do the google say?
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@michelestrider What do the google say?
@gdinwiddie It said I need to go back and watch The Wire more closely this time.
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@gdinwiddie It said I need to go back and watch The Wire more closely this time.
@michelestrider Ya know, I never did watch that. The wife of a poker buddy played an extra in it.
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@michelestrider Ya know, I never did watch that. The wife of a poker buddy played an extra in it.
@gdinwiddie I enjoyed it. I don't know how someone who actually knows Baltimore would feel about it, but it made for good drama.
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@michelestrider
Money, in the Elvish currency: the Presley -
"Apple crumble," you decide. They order slices of the other three pies.
A familiar-looking plaid-clad waitress brings your coffee and pie. She calls you "hon" and gives you an odd wink.
You shake off the deja vu and address the issue at hand: pie. Halfway to the crust, you address the second issue.
"Recruit me for what?"
"I thought we covered that," sighs the tall woman. "To save the world."
"From what?"
"Don't laugh. Elves."
You giggle.
"You have the skills we need. Name your reward."
The villain Truxby still draws breath. I want to know Truxby’s location.
Also, may I please borrow a gun?
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The villain Truxby still draws breath. I want to know Truxby’s location.
Also, may I please borrow a gun?
@DXMacGuffin We'd all sleep better at night, it's true
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"Apple crumble," you decide. They order slices of the other three pies.
A familiar-looking plaid-clad waitress brings your coffee and pie. She calls you "hon" and gives you an odd wink.
You shake off the deja vu and address the issue at hand: pie. Halfway to the crust, you address the second issue.
"Recruit me for what?"
"I thought we covered that," sighs the tall woman. "To save the world."
"From what?"
"Don't laugh. Elves."
You giggle.
"You have the skills we need. Name your reward."
"I'm gonna need some information..."
"Done," the tall woman agrees. "When it's finished, we'll reward you with intelligence."
"Like, smarts?"
"Like state secrets and industrial espionage," she sighs, clearly rethinking the wisdom of this.
"Cool." You're glad that's settled.
"It's a pretty standard case of parallel universe invasion."
"Sure."
"We can seal the portal, but the Elf Guards are more trouble than we expected."
"Right."
"What's your standard approach to a situation like this?"
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"I'm gonna need some information..."
"Done," the tall woman agrees. "When it's finished, we'll reward you with intelligence."
"Like, smarts?"
"Like state secrets and industrial espionage," she sighs, clearly rethinking the wisdom of this.
"Cool." You're glad that's settled.
"It's a pretty standard case of parallel universe invasion."
"Sure."
"We can seal the portal, but the Elf Guards are more trouble than we expected."
"Right."
"What's your standard approach to a situation like this?"
"You know... hang, find out what they like, how they got into world domination... Stuff like that." You chomp the last bite of pie and glug down your coffee.
The tall woman looks at you, then to the man next to you, then sighs from the soles of her feet.
"They said this is the one...," she says to the ceiling, then turns back to you.
"You're the specialist. Our mission is to support you. Tell us what you need, we'll procure it."
"Any limits?"
"Two items," she clearly decides on the spot.
Perfect
