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pshrynk · 10-23-2009, 10:48 AM

Dr Montsnmags looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The topcoat was slightly out of date, lending an air of eccentricity. The vest was bulging in that, I'm a prosperous sort of guy, way. The small pink rose bud in his lapel was perfectly stationed. The beanie with the propellor was placed at a jaunty angle on his head. Yes, this image bespoke a man who was ready to get completely fleeced in a game of poker.

"Where is... our lovely compatriot?" he asked Slick.

"She went out to walk the dog." Slick was dressd for the part, as well, sporting an actual pair of coveralls and plaid shirt.

"How long... ago?"

"About three hours."

"Hmm. The... dog did not seem to have that large... a bladder."

"Maybe he was talking too much to get the business done?"

"No... I think... not. We have three... hours. Let... us go forth and see what we can see. Shall... we?"

The "Doctor" and Slick walked out the front door of the inn, which was labelled "Chez Pompette."

"I like... that name," muttered Dr Montsnmags as they passed the sign.

10-23-2009, 10:48 AM	#373
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!	Dr Montsnmags looked at himself in the mirror and liked what he saw. The topcoat was slightly out of date, lending an air of eccentricity. The vest was bulging in that, I'm a prosperous sort of guy, way. The small pink rose bud in his lapel was perfectly stationed. The beanie with the propellor was placed at a jaunty angle on his head. Yes, this image bespoke a man who was ready to get completely fleeced in a game of poker. "Where is... our lovely compatriot?" he asked Slick. "She went out to walk the dog." Slick was dressd for the part, as well, sporting an actual pair of coveralls and plaid shirt. "How long... ago?" "About three hours." "Hmm. The... dog did not seem to have that large... a bladder." "Maybe he was talking too much to get the business done?" "No... I think... not. We have three... hours. Let... us go forth and see what we can see. Shall... we?" The "Doctor" and Slick walked out the front door of the inn, which was labelled "Chez Pompette." "I like... that name," muttered Dr Montsnmags as they passed the sign.