Another Fine Mess
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small_things*sneaks up to the crack in the concrete and peers inside*
*sees a large basement storage-like room, with fluorescent lighting and several scary-looking devices within*
*an upright rack stands in pride of place, complete with ratchet wheel on the side, and a very familiar figure stretched out in its frame*
*a less familiar figure smoothly orbits the torture device and its victim...a man whose posture and expression clearly state that for him, this sort of scenario is both business and pleasure*
*sees a large basement storage-like room, with fluorescent lighting and several scary-looking devices within*
*an upright rack stands in pride of place, complete with ratchet wheel on the side, and a very familiar figure stretched out in its frame*
*a less familiar figure smoothly orbits the torture device and its victim...a man whose posture and expression clearly state that for him, this sort of scenario is both business and pleasure*
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:21 am (UTC)*waits...and waits...and then hears nanosecond air-shift as the guard moves to strike again*
*ducks and does a hard rugby tackle from the side, finding the right points to kick his footing away and finally knock him unconscious against the tunnel wall*
*catches breath...and is actually grinning*
Whoof! That was a nasty one. There's usually two of them, though...I wonder where his partner went? Maybe up top dealing with whatever that noise was. Ouch.
*shifts on sore ankle, flexing it gingerly,...but chuckles under breath, slowly coming down from the adrenaline rush*
Everyone alright? Sam? Everybody okay in the pockets?
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:25 am (UTC)...Very nearly.
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-11 01:52 pm (UTC)*bumps around in John's shirt pocket*
Uff! To say nothing of the assault on one's olfactory senses.
*waves hand in front of face*
I suppose since I drank the potion first I'll be the first to recover, so if my nose suddenly seems larger than normal or something of that nature, I suppose we'll know we're almost in the clear.
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Date: 2014-02-11 01:57 pm (UTC)*is suddenly grabbed by a Vogon guard* (http://small-things.livejournal.com/10264.html?thread=339736#t339736)
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Date: 2014-02-11 06:13 am (UTC)Resistance is useless!
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Date: 2014-02-11 01:59 pm (UTC)*flails uselessly*
Er...Sam? Little help here?
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:22 pm (UTC)Oh, my. Here's a sticky pickle.
*jumps out of Sam's pocket and lands badly*
Ow. Let's see...right pocket, right pocket...
*pulls a cake crumb out of the pocket, swallows it, and returns to normal size*
Ah! I'll have you now, sonny.
*pops another cake crumb into Sam's pocket*
Miss Molly! To arms! We must rescue John at once, or else Sybil and Dear Boy are lost as well!
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Date: 2014-02-11 04:31 pm (UTC)That's a rush.
*takes out one of her flower spikes*
Let him go. This is your only warning.
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Date: 2014-02-12 01:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-12 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-12 01:15 am (UTC)Resistance is useless!
*tries to grab someone else with free arm, but you're all out of reach*
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Date: 2014-02-12 01:22 am (UTC)Sybil, Martin, hang on!
*lunges for the guard with blade out*
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:07 am (UTC)Get him! Get him, dear girl! Go for the plums!!!
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Date: 2014-02-12 01:57 am (UTC)*flails, scrabbling for some sort of leverage...then, on an impulse, feels around for the back waistband of your trousers, and finds a huge pair of Vogon underpants sticking up over the hem*
*grabs the underpants and pulls, giving you a....*
*MASSIVE WEAPONS-GRADE WEDGIE*
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:13 am (UTC)Take that, you!
*stabs wildly, knocking awkwardly into John but gashing the guard pretty good in the shoulder*
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-12 02:30 am (UTC)*has one hell of a battle for several seconds...but, with Molly's help, finally manages to bring the guard down and knock him out*
*leans against wall to catch breath*
Whoof! I'm definitely not as young as I used to be. Course, spending the last week in a forced labour camp probably isn't the best thing for your combat skills.
*to Molly, still winded, but smiling*
...Thanks.
*to Sam*
You go wherever you like. I'm not leaving here without Archie.
*feels pockets...and finds them empty*
Oh god...Sybil? Martin? Oh please dear god tell me we didn't tread on them during the fight...
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-12 02:45 am (UTC)Good man. But first we've got to find Sybil and Martin.
*kneels down and feels gently along the tunnel floor*
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:40 am (UTC)I say.
*hands her a cake crumb and listens*
Hang it all. I hear him, but I don't see...
*looks in the direction of the voice and sees a white faced Molly*
Oh, dear.
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:46 am (UTC)*muffled*
Sorry... sorry... sorry...
*kicks out gently in an attempt to free self without using hands
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:52 am (UTC)Oh my heavens. *takes crumb* Thank you, my good man.
*EETS*
*GROWS*
*returns to normal size sitting awkwardly on the guard's tummy*
...Martin? Where are you, dear boy?
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Date: 2014-02-12 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-12 02:32 am (UTC)Hey, that hurt!