Harv and Vera's Adventures in Panama - Page 2

vivaldirules · 11-08-2008, 09:39 AM

I'm so happy. :bigsmileydogthing:

zelda_pinwheel · 11-08-2008, 09:44 AM

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Originally Posted by vivaldirules

I'm so happy. :bigsmileydogthing:

you and me both.

vivaldirules · 11-08-2008, 10:06 AM

Just to let you know, I'm working on the next several episodes of Vera and Planet Head. There will likely be pastry, finally, in the next one. In the meantime, I can't wait to read what happens next to Vera in Panama! And someone's adventures with Vera and squid. And more??

zelda_pinwheel · 11-08-2008, 10:07 AM

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Originally Posted by vivaldirules

Just to let you know, I'm working on the next several episodes of Vera and Planet Head. There will likely be pastry, finally, in the next one. In the meantime, I can't wait to read what happens next to Vera in Panama! And someone's adventures with Vera and squid. And more??

:clappinghandsandbouncingonchairtoexpressextremejo y:

Taylor514ce · 11-08-2008, 10:24 AM

PlanetHead? Who is he? Sounds like an egomaniac.

zelda_pinwheel · 11-08-2008, 10:24 AM

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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

PlanetHead? Who is he? Sounds like an egomaniac.

it's about time you showed up.

vivaldirules · 11-08-2008, 10:29 AM

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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce

PlanetHead? Who is he? Sounds like an egomaniac.

Nah. Vera and Planet Head is just a story of Vera and a sad and mildly dysfunctional android with a cavernous cranial container. Either that, or it's a story of Vera on an alien planet where sexual perversions are the norm. I haven't decided which, yet.

Taylor514ce · 11-08-2008, 10:39 AM

Are you trying to tell me that there are planets where sexual perversions are NOT the norm? Sorry, but the key to good SF is to start with a plausible premise.

pshrynk · 11-08-2008, 05:07 PM

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Originally Posted by vivaldirules

Just to let you know, I'm working on the next several episodes of Vera and Planet Head. There will likely be pastry, finally, in the next one. In the meantime, I can't wait to read what happens next to Vera in Panama! And someone's adventures with Vera and squid. And more??

Harv Wallbanger woke up with a start. Something was wrong. Years of being a bush pilot had honed his senses to a fine point. Yes. Definitely . Something wrong. Maybe it was the silence of the usually raucous tropical birds. Or the lack of sounds of ship engines as they traversed the Canal. Or, just maybe, and he was sort of guessing here, it had to do with the fact that his face was nearly underwater.

He sat up straight, hitting his head on the mast of his little sailboat. Why was he all wet? Oh. Right. The Leak. The damned leak that had plagued him for weeks on end. No amount of patching fixed it, and many of the things he did just made it worse.

He plumbed the depths of his sodden brain, trying to figure out why he was sleeping in his sailboat and not, say, in his plane, or even at Vera's. Oh. Right. Vera. He tried to recall the argument thay had had the night before. He tried to remember the night before that he had had after the argument. He vaguely recalled being told to go drown himself.

"Well, she'll be happy to know that I can almost do something right," he mused as he jumped out of the listing boat onto the shore where he tied off his plane.

At least that didn't leak.

zelda_pinwheel · 11-09-2008, 02:57 PM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

Harv Wallbanger woke up with a start. Something was wrong. Years of being a bush pilot had honed his senses to a fine point. Yes. Definitely . Something wrong. Maybe it was the silence of the usually raucous tropical birds. Or the lack of sounds of ship engines as they traversed the Canal. Or, just maybe, and he was sort of guessing here, it had to do with the fact that his face was nearly underwater.

He sat up straight, hitting his head on the mast of his little sailboat. Why was he all wet? Oh. Right. The Leak. The damned leak that had plagued him for weeks on end. No amount of patching fixed it, and many of the things he did just made it worse.

He plumbed the depths of his sodden brain, trying to figure out why he was sleeping in his sailboat and not, say, in his plane, or even at Vera's. Oh. Right. Vera. He tried to recall the argument thay had had the night before. He tried to remember the night before that he had had after the argument. He vaguely recalled being told to go drown himself.

"Well, she'll be happy to know that I can almost do something right," he mused as he jumped out of the listing boat onto the shore where he tied off his plane.

At least that didn't leak.

brilliant !! harv is a lot sexier than i remember him... bush pilot ? sailboat ? even a leaky one... i was wondering when he was going to appear on the scene. now what happened to vera during this time ?? i know vera can take care of herself, but nonetheless our last episode left her is a very perilous situation !!! i'm a little worried !!! will she be saved by an amorous squid ?

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The British used to punish convicts by sending them to Australia which, from Marc's account, seems rather pleasant.
Perhaps Hell is even nicer than Australia.

there's a comforting thought...

pshrynk · 11-09-2008, 08:59 PM

Harv pulled the sailboat onto the shore with the pulley system he had rigged weeks before. It was just more convenient to have it handy. He dabbed at the place he thought the leak was coming from for a few moments and tried to forget about Vera.

Giving it up for a bad idea, he turned and strode to the railhead. Maybe a few peach tortes at the Enlisted Club would help him get over his funk. After jumping on the train, he settled down for the fifty minute ride to Panama City.

He got off the car at the Zone terminus and strode resolutely toward the Base. By God! He would be rid of the thoughts of Vera before the night was over!

Stalking past the guards, he nodded in their direction. It was always good policy to stay in their good graces. As he walked past where the pumping station used to be, he was struck by the oddity that it was no longer there.

"Wallbanger!" cried out a familiar voice.

"Why, Lieutenant Colonel Biggles! How lovely to see you! Pray tell, why is the pumping station no longer there?"

"A very good question, my dear boy! It would seemt that we have saboteurs in our midst. Blew up to all Hell and back last night. Right under our very noses!"

"What? With all the guards you have standing around?"

zelda_pinwheel · 11-09-2008, 09:01 PM

COLONEL BIGGLES !!! in the ongoing saga of harv and vera !!!! the lounge really is just one giant, intertangled thread, isn't it ?

hmm, sabotage... danger ! excitement ! mystery ! adventure !

can't wait for the next episode. thanks for the bedtime story.

pshrynk · 11-09-2008, 09:28 PM

Harv looked over the hole that once was the pumping station.

"But why the pumping station? All it did was bring water to the Base to run the fountains. I would thing that they'd have gone for the locks, if they wanted to make a big impression."

"A good question that!" replied Biggles. "And one for which I shall have an answer shortly. Just as soon as I make it up!"

"Were there any casualties?"

"Well, there was a great deal of blood right over here," pointed out Biggles. There was a puddle of blood. It wasn't really all that big. But Biggles was prone to exageration.

But there, next to the puddle was a ring that was very famliar. It was Vera's Super Secret Captain Midnight Decoder Badge ring that she never went anywhere without!

"Oh, holy crap!" cried Harv, "Vera!"

He ran towards town. Where, he was not sure, but he was a man of action and needed to take some, right now.

zelda_pinwheel · 11-09-2008, 09:31 PM

i love this story.

(oh, and it's your fault i'm up so late tonight, because i popped in to say something on your profile page and noticed you were replying to this thread, so i waited around to read your next post).

pshrynk · 11-10-2008, 09:03 AM

Harv skidded to a halt in front of Rick's Cafe Americain Panama City. He hesitated.

"Well, just one," he lied to himself and went in.

"Hello, Rick!" he cried once the dim lighting became accustomed to his eyes.

"Get out! I don't want your kind in here!"

If everyone listened to Rick, there would have been no customers at all in the popular franchise. Harv ignored the guy wearing a tuxedo five degrees north of the equator.

"Sasha! Zany Carter Deluxe!"

"Sure thing, meester Harv!"

Harv sat at the bar and ignored the tinkly piano playing. He had to find Vera! But how? He could pilot anything with wings. Well, anything with wings and a motor. To be honest, anything with wings and a motor that was not a product of Dr Montsnmags' perverted little "experiments" with the local water fowl. But he was no detective. Nor could he sniff her out like a dog.

But wait! He owned a dog. Well, not so much owned as was tolerated by one. But he had an association with a dog. And the dog was likely to be right here in this very bar. He looked around for the familiar grey, shaggy form of his canine companion. Sure enough, there he was, lying in a corner, worrying a bone. Little piles of bacon ends littered the floor around him.

"Vivaldi! Here boy! We got some work to do!"

"Bugger off! I'm writing the Great American Novel!"

"But you're Panamanian!"

"Doesn't matter. Go away!"

"Are you still sore that I lost you in a poker game?"

"Dogs have feelings, too, you know!"

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11-08-2008, 09:39 AM	#16
vivaldirules When's Doughnut Day? Posts: 10,059 Karma: 13675475 Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Houston, TX, US Device: Sony PRS-505, iPad	I'm so happy. :bigsmileydogthing:

11-08-2008, 10:06 AM	#18
vivaldirules When's Doughnut Day? Posts: 10,059 Karma: 13675475 Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: Houston, TX, US Device: Sony PRS-505, iPad	Just to let you know, I'm working on the next several episodes of Vera and Planet Head. There will likely be pastry, finally, in the next one. In the meantime, I can't wait to read what happens next to Vera in Panama! And someone's adventures with Vera and squid. And more??

11-08-2008, 10:24 AM	#20
Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	PlanetHead? Who is he? Sounds like an egomaniac.

11-08-2008, 10:39 AM	#23
Taylor514ce Actively passive. Posts: 2,042 Karma: 478376 Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: US Device: Sony PRS-505/LC	Are you trying to tell me that there are planets where sexual perversions are NOT the norm? Sorry, but the key to good SF is to start with a plausible premise.

11-09-2008, 08:59 PM	#26
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Harv pulled the sailboat onto the shore with the pulley system he had rigged weeks before. It was just more convenient to have it handy. He dabbed at the place he thought the leak was coming from for a few moments and tried to forget about Vera. Giving it up for a bad idea, he turned and strode to the railhead. Maybe a few peach tortes at the Enlisted Club would help him get over his funk. After jumping on the train, he settled down for the fifty minute ride to Panama City. He got off the car at the Zone terminus and strode resolutely toward the Base. By God! He would be rid of the thoughts of Vera before the night was over! Stalking past the guards, he nodded in their direction. It was always good policy to stay in their good graces. As he walked past where the pumping station used to be, he was struck by the oddity that it was no longer there. "Wallbanger!" cried out a familiar voice. "Why, Lieutenant Colonel Biggles! How lovely to see you! Pray tell, why is the pumping station no longer there?" "A very good question, my dear boy! It would seemt that we have saboteurs in our midst. Blew up to all Hell and back last night. Right under our very noses!" "What? With all the guards you have standing around?"

11-09-2008, 09:01 PM	#27
zelda_pinwheel zeldinha zippy zeldissima Posts: 27,827 Karma: 921169 Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Paris, France Device: eb1150 & is that a nook in her pocket, or she just happy to see you?	COLONEL BIGGLES !!! in the ongoing saga of harv and vera !!!! the lounge really is just one giant, intertangled thread, isn't it ? hmm, sabotage... danger ! excitement ! mystery ! adventure ! can't wait for the next episode. thanks for the bedtime story.

11-09-2008, 09:28 PM	#28
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Harv looked over the hole that once was the pumping station. "But why the pumping station? All it did was bring water to the Base to run the fountains. I would thing that they'd have gone for the locks, if they wanted to make a big impression." "A good question that!" replied Biggles. "And one for which I shall have an answer shortly. Just as soon as I make it up!" "Were there any casualties?" "Well, there was a great deal of blood right over here," pointed out Biggles. There was a puddle of blood. It wasn't really all that big. But Biggles was prone to exageration. But there, next to the puddle was a ring that was very famliar. It was Vera's Super Secret Captain Midnight Decoder Badge ring that she never went anywhere without! "Oh, holy crap!" cried Harv, "Vera!" He ran towards town. Where, he was not sure, but he was a man of action and needed to take some, right now.

11-09-2008, 09:31 PM	#29
zelda_pinwheel zeldinha zippy zeldissima Posts: 27,827 Karma: 921169 Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Paris, France Device: eb1150 & is that a nook in her pocket, or she just happy to see you?	i love this story. (oh, and it's your fault i'm up so late tonight, because i popped in to say something on your profile page and noticed you were replying to this thread, so i waited around to read your next post).

11-10-2008, 09:03 AM	#30
pshrynk Beepbeep n beebeep, yeah! Posts: 11,726 Karma: 8255450 Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: La Crosse, Wisconsin, aka America's IceBox Device: iThingie, KmkII, I miss Zelda!	Harv skidded to a halt in front of Rick's Cafe Americain Panama City. He hesitated. "Well, just one," he lied to himself and went in. "Hello, Rick!" he cried once the dim lighting became accustomed to his eyes. "Get out! I don't want your kind in here!" If everyone listened to Rick, there would have been no customers at all in the popular franchise. Harv ignored the guy wearing a tuxedo five degrees north of the equator. "Sasha! Zany Carter Deluxe!" "Sure thing, meester Harv!" Harv sat at the bar and ignored the tinkly piano playing. He had to find Vera! But how? He could pilot anything with wings. Well, anything with wings and a motor. To be honest, anything with wings and a motor that was not a product of Dr Montsnmags' perverted little "experiments" with the local water fowl. But he was no detective. Nor could he sniff her out like a dog. But wait! He owned a dog. Well, not so much owned as was tolerated by one. But he had an association with a dog. And the dog was likely to be right here in this very bar. He looked around for the familiar grey, shaggy form of his canine companion. Sure enough, there he was, lying in a corner, worrying a bone. Little piles of bacon ends littered the floor around him. "Vivaldi! Here boy! We got some work to do!" "Bugger off! I'm writing the Great American Novel!" "But you're Panamanian!" "Doesn't matter. Go away!" "Are you still sore that I lost you in a poker game?" "Dogs have feelings, too, you know!"

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