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Sept 8, 2004 10:07:19 GMT -4
Post by drmactaggert on Sept 8, 2004 10:07:19 GMT -4
Moira came up from her lab and glanced over at Clarence who was still going on and on about Taela's dragon form. She massaged away the growing headache - she knew it was a bad idea to let Clarence continue on and on, but once he got started, little could be done to stop him - that is until he got his hands on a Perth Pink(1). She tapped Christopher on the shoulder, who was behind the radio comm desk. "Anythin' important 'at cam ower th' wires 'at Ah shoods ken abit, excludin' th' whole mess wi' Charlie?" she asked, waiting patiently for the Irishman to answer. "Sounds loike a Mr Peter Wisdom is tryin' ter seek yer oyt, Moira dear," Christopher said, adjusting his headset and pushing up a pair of wire rimmed glasses that had been in danger of falling. "Peter Wisdom? Hm, th' nam diz soond familiar. Christopher, be a loove an' contact heem fur me. I'll be fetchin' mah dochter frae 'at lighthoose shortly. Ah dinnae kin 'er fascination wi' it," Moira said, trying to figure out why Peter Wisdom's name sounded so bloody familiar. (Tag, Pete!) OOC: (1) Of the sparkling wines, the most famous is "Perth Pink". This is a bottle with a message in it, and the message is BEWARE! This is not a wine for drinking -- this is a wine for laying down and avoiding. - www.cis.upenn.edu/~breck/WineBoob/python.htmlMoira: Anything important that came over the wires that I should know about, excluding the whole mess with Charlie? Christopher: Sounds like a Mr Peter Wisdom is trying to seek you out, Moira dear Moira: Peter Wisdom? Hm, the name does sound familiar. Christopher, be a love and contact him for me. I'll be fetching my daughter from that lighthouse shortly. I don't understand her fascination with it.
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Sept 11, 2004 20:34:56 GMT -4
Post by rabbit on Sept 11, 2004 20:34:56 GMT -4
Pete lay, half consious, on a grubby old cot in some seedy motelroom. His fingers were tingling with pins and needles from having all the blood rush to them. His arms hung off the sides of his 'bed', and touched the hardwood floor.
he groaned painfully. This was the mother of all hangovers. It was so bad, his ears were ringing. It was a high-pitched, digital ringing. He snarled at the sound and pressed his pillow over his head. But that didn't stop the demonic sound. It seemed that the ringing was not inside his head, but coming from his pants.
Pete's arm flopped around feabley, before he was finally able to extract his cell from the pocket of his wrinkled black trousers. He automatically pressed the 'ON' button and put the phone to his ear (which was still covered by the pillow). "Mrr rr?" he grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow between him and his phone.
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Sept 11, 2004 20:48:01 GMT -4
Post by drmactaggert on Sept 11, 2004 20:48:01 GMT -4
The sound of a bickering pair of females was heard in the background. A spat curse from a younger sounding female voice echoed moments before Moira's voice came over the phone.
"Mr Wisdom, this is Doctor Moira MacTaggart. I've heard you've been looking for me.."
(I'll translate later - I'm lazy)
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Sept 11, 2004 21:12:51 GMT -4
Post by rabbit on Sept 11, 2004 21:12:51 GMT -4
Pete managed to rip the pillow off his head in time to hear the word "MacTaggart". He very firmly grumbled "sorry, luv. You got the wrong numba'..."
He was about to turn off his phone and toss it, when he seemed to come crashing, literally, to his senses - and the floor. He fumbled with the black cell, and clumsily managed to press it against his ear. "Wait! Sorry, yeah, this is Wisdom speakin'." he said quickly, picking himself off the floor. "You're THE Dr. Moira MacTaggart? The one all about genetic researchin', right?"
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Sept 11, 2004 21:16:34 GMT -4
Post by drmactaggert on Sept 11, 2004 21:16:34 GMT -4
"The same. Now, why were you looking for me, Mr Wisdom?" she asked, attempting to be pleasant.
Mother! Do you have to talk to that drunk Brit?
"Excuse me a moment. CHRISTINE CAITRINA MACTAGGART!"
Yes mother?
"Quiet. Sorry, my daughter is being stubborn. Now, once again, why were you looking for me?"
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Sept 11, 2004 22:00:32 GMT -4
Post by rabbit on Sept 11, 2004 22:00:32 GMT -4
"Err, right." Pete waited until he heard Moira's normal tone over the line before holding it against his ear again. His head was pounding like a marching bagpipe company, and Moira's shouting didn't help the matter.
"Do you know how bloody difficult it is to get ahold of you, MacTaggart? Now, I got some questions for you that need answerin'. Like, where in the bullocks are you, and why do I get the feeling that we know each other, when I don't even know if I've ever met ya?!"
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Sept 11, 2004 22:18:52 GMT -4
Post by drmactaggert on Sept 11, 2004 22:18:52 GMT -4
"Muir Island Research Center," Moira said, glancing at her daughter, who was off in her corner, sulking. Her daughter was being extremely moody right now - especially since she was talking to one of the original Excaliber members.
"And I suppose the discussion of why you know me when you haven't met me could be better done in person?" she asked.
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Sept 12, 2004 10:51:40 GMT -4
Post by rabbit on Sept 12, 2004 10:51:40 GMT -4
"Yeah, that may prove more difficult than you'd think, MacTaggart." Pete groaned, looking at the wrinkled reciept on his dresser. He picked it up and read over it in dispair. 'Ye Olde Edinburgh Heights, room for one-'
Pete's eyes widened comically. Had... Hadn't he been in America just recently?! What was that stuff he drank? He shook his head and blinked a few times. "Uh, I'm in Edinburgh, Scotland." he looked out the window, and sure enough, people were driving on the right side of the road. "Though, I'm not totally sure how I got here... Muir Island, didja say?" Pete grabbed an empty cigarette carton and began scribbling down notes. "Where and when do ya want t'meet?"
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Sept 12, 2004 11:03:07 GMT -4
Post by drmactaggert on Sept 12, 2004 11:03:07 GMT -4
"One o'clock at the lighthouse on Muir Island - you can't miss it," she said. "If it's okay - my daughter wishes to join us. She's looking for something that she left there."
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Sept 12, 2004 13:59:10 GMT -4
Post by rabbit on Sept 12, 2004 13:59:10 GMT -4
"Right." he said distractedly, scribbling on the cardboard box. "I'll see ya there."
He beeped his phone off and tucked it, and the empty carton, into his pocket. He looked down at his wristwatch and saw that it was 11:30. He had about enough time to have a shower (since he was rather ripe) find a clean shirt, his tie, and his other shoe.
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