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The weekly Friday show in Babbage has become the high point of my week in world. (Especially since I started live photoblogging it on my Flickr...

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Dear Mr. Wells,

I am writing to thank you for hooking me up with that now mutual friend of ours. My shipment of Cavorite arrived in the Port today. Rest assured I have it properly shielded and safely secured under The Gangplank Pub in the densely populated Clockhaven district of New Babbage. It should be...

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Sitting on the Dock
By Petharic
April 30, 11:49 am
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“Johnny Dawkins! You little son of a bitch!’ Petharic exclaimed, startling the young boy who had been absently walking along the port. The urchin, absorbed by his own daydream adventures, had barely taken note of the disheveled individual sitting on the end of the pier, smoking a pipe and occasionally cursing the sea gulls. Too late to...

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An Accord of Silence
By Mr. Arnold
April 4, 10:41 am
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Arnold had done his best to relax while they were in Mondrago for the beginning of March, but he had too much on his mind to ever let go completely.  It hadn't been a total waste since he had enjoyed himself, and it had been good to talk to Maddox about everything that had happened in the past few months.  Still there were a lot of things he hadn't told her yet, and he knew that...

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Arnold was trying to get comfortable on the red sofa while Dr. Maddox watched him twist and turn in amusement.  She'd told him they wouldn't begin until he was relaxed and he had spent the past half hour attempting to do just that.  He finally curled up his body, like he did while sleeping in his old cat bed, and then looked at her and nodded.

She made no attempt to hide her...

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Well, after struggling with Flickr, the Emerald Ball pictures are posted!

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Billy was sitting on the roof of the Cocoa Java, So far since waking up, he'd had people scream 'zombie!' and toss rocks at him, had another urchin tell him to 'regenerate' whatever that meant, been dropped in the canal, one very interesting circumstance involving a tea party and a 3 foot iron tarantula (the less said of that the better), and the thing that concerned him the most...

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Lisa Fargazer left the urchin's hideout above the theater, automatically looking around to be sure no one was in close sight.  Tepic Harlequin had brought her the word from Miss Hermit agreeing to meet with them the next day, along with a dish of cooked pigeon, which he'd shared with her.  It had certainly made a welcome change from the bread and thin soups she usually had.

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Found this in a link at Wyrd forums (makers of a steampunk/western tabletop game and company I hope to be working for soon) about a new tabletop game in development, with an evil criminal...

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Back from another scouting trip I collapse onto the sofa while Tasha brings some tea and Belldandy sits opposite of me in the chair.  The tray settles without so much as a quiver and Tasha floats back to inspect her work.  Our housemaid ghost smiles with quiet pride and waits to see if I require anything else.

"Thank you Tasha.  That was neatly done.  I see you have...

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for those that heard my travel story about the trip to the taos mesa to pick up a car,  here's the pictures so it did happen, including the guys that broke down on the way to the 420 party. my stoner friends would be so jealous.

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