The Beginning: When Harv Met Vera - Page 33

yvanleterrible · 11-27-2009, 01:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GeoffC

:coughsquietly:

You do that!

pshrynk · 11-30-2009, 05:11 PM

Several people sat around a large tent in the tropical sun. Vivaldi was lying on his director's chair, worrying a bone. Harv was lying under the shade of the light screens. Several of the grips were losing at poker to Hugo as Lefty tried to figure out how to use his cell phone in a foreign country. This was hampered by the fact that they were shooting on location in Peoria. Vera was practicing her shooting with Colonel Edwards. Biggles was getting in the way of three people simultaenously. Slite laid on his back, paws in the air, snoring softly. Le Terrible and Remi Addyerowndamnaccents were going over their scripts and wondering why there were no French subtitles. In the distance, a cage with a cover over it emitted beeping sounds in an almost continuous way. Hilda and Miyatake were walking hand in hand around the decorative pond.

Harv awoke with a start. "ARGH! The clowns!" he yelled and looked around.

"Bad dream?" asked Vivaldi.

"Another night in Adrian's Bar."

"Never a good sign."

"So what the heck is going on here? Where's the director?"

"In his trailer arguing with the writer about salary and getting the script knocked out."

"Isn't pshrynk the writer and director?"

"Yeah, the tricky part is when the negotiations get heated and someone resorts to violence."

"Where's the Goose?"

"M.A.R.V.I.N. said something about residuals and having another gig and took off."

"Are we still looking for the Golden Orb?"

"That's another reality over. Speaking of which, I've got to run. The part where I save the day is coming up and I don't want to miss it. Chow!"

Vivaldi ran off in the general direction of Springfield.

"Huh. I wonder why I didn't get a part in that story."

"You weren't created by the author, so rights didn't connect. M.A.R.V.I.N. has to work under a pseudonym," said Vera, settling down to clean her revolver.

zelda_pinwheel · 12-01-2009, 09:01 AM

"Remi Addyerowndamnaccents"

Quote:

Originally Posted by pshrynk

Harv awoke with a start. "ARGH! The clowns!" he yelled and looked around.

"Bad dream?" asked Vivaldi.

"Another night in Adrian's Bar."

Quote:

"Are we still looking fo rthe Golden Orb?"

"That's another reality over. Speaking of which, I've got to run. The part where I save the day is coming up and I don't want to miss it. Chow!"

Vivaldi ran off in the general direction of Springfield.

"Huh. I wonder why I didn't get a part in that story."

"You weren't created by the author, so rights didn't connect. M.A.R.V.I.N. has to work under a pseudonym," said Vera, settling down to clean her revolver.

haha !!! meta jokes !!!

so what about the story, then ? get on with it ! we're waiting, here !

pshrynk · 12-01-2009, 09:22 AM

Apparently we have to work out the writer's strike first...

zelda_pinwheel · 12-01-2009, 09:23 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by pshrynk

Apparently we have to work out the writer's strike first...

well for god's sake, make some concessions ! those things can drag on for weeks you know !

ShortNCuddlyAm · 12-01-2009, 10:48 AM

If the writers say they got a strike, just concede it to them. Life's too short to quibble over bowling scores...

GeoffC · 12-01-2009, 10:55 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm

If the writers say they got a strike, just concede it to them. Life's too short to quibble over bowling scores...

pshrynk · 12-01-2009, 03:03 PM

As Slite and Bois Aussi entered the hotel building where the tournament was going to take place, they noticed a man walking along the sidewalk, counting the cracks.

"That must be Huhges," said Slite.

"Known OCD?" asked Bois Aussi.

"That, plus he has two socks sticking out of one of his pockets and my script says that he has to pull them out at the right moment and threaten the Nazi with them."

"Ah. Nicely observant. So, what's next? We have our seat at the table, do we just hang around and wait?"

"Well, you're the one with opposable thumbs, soI guess you should practice your palming techniques."

"Are you implying that I have to cheat in order to win at poker?"

"Have you looked at the guest list? You'd probably be the only one not cheating. You gotta be good, though, because I heard that they brought in the Squid to be the dealer. They have eyes that are sharper than humans, you know."

"It is offensive that I, a French Royal should stoop so low as to cheat at cards!"

"Louis XVI won all those times by being good at it?"

"You have a point. Let me get my deck and practice."

badgoodDeb · 12-01-2009, 03:07 PM

I'll bet the Squid can shuffle extra fast too, with all those arms.....

GeoffC · 12-01-2009, 03:46 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by pshrynk

"It is offensive that I, a French Royal should stoop so low as to cheat at cards!"

"Louis XVI won all those times by being good at it?"

"You have a point. Let me get my deck and practice."

let that be a warning !!!!

pshrynk · 12-02-2009, 04:58 PM

Le Terrible slunk out the back door of the casino. He knew that he had little time for the next phase of his plan, but then again, when did socialist agitators ever have lots of time? The creation of a people's utopia waited for no man. True enough, it sometimes waited for it's lederly aunt who was always trying to find "just the right dress" but certainly for no man.

He sidled down the street, looking into the various shops for evidence of oppression. the trouble with these countries in paradise was that it was too easy to just take the day off because you felt like swiming at the beach, and that sort of thing seldom led to true oppression. Which made his job all the more difficult.

Clutching his pamphlets to his chest, he went into the nearest cigar factory. Thirty minutes later, a spontaneous demonstration of the proletariate errupted and a general strike was called. For some reason, there were socialist pamphlets written in French clutched in the hands of all the well organized proletariate in front of the building.

Soon after that, a march was organized...

badgoodDeb · 12-02-2009, 05:03 PM

Well, of course. The march was organized to teach all those proletariates how to READ the french in their brochures.....

pshrynk · 12-02-2009, 05:21 PM

As Vera barreled down the highway, she tried to get a bearing on where she was. Some sort of mid level residential area, apparently. She was using the old "Drive straight until something happens" approach to finding one's way. How big was this city? Finally, she saw, in the distance, the docks where she had disembarked. Following that landmark, she veered into the area where her hotel was and parked around behind.

Leaving the truck there, she ran up to her room and hastily changed into her clothes for the tournament. Just her luck that she would get abducted just in time to be late for a really important game! Cursing the need to have straight seams, she tripped down the hallway, trying to put on a shoe as she walked to Montsnmags' room.

Knocking, she heard a muffled, "Come... in!"

Inside the room were Montsnmags and Slick, whose real name she could never remember. They were finishing up with getting into the tuxedos they had rented when they arrived.

"Ah, my... dear! So good... of you to join us!"

"Sorry. I got hijacked."

"Well, we are just... about ready to go, so if you could... call for a taxi?"

Vera went to the lobby and looked up a taxi company. Maria's Fast Cabs caught her eye and she dialed the number. Giving the address, she went and sat down in the lobby. Now, why were those men at the Ice Plant so eager to not let her see what was happening in there? What was the big deal? She resolved to check out the truck more thoroughly when she came back.

Suddenly, she was struck with panic. Where was Vivaldi? In all the excitement she had completely forgotten him! Running out the front door, she pelted down the sidewalk toward the Ice Plant. There was a noticeable lack of small grey dog in front of the building. "Damn!" she cursed, "He'll never let me forget this one."

zelda_pinwheel · 12-02-2009, 05:24 PM

yep. if there's anything that dog knows how to do, it's carry a grudge.

badgoodDeb · 12-02-2009, 05:59 PM

So, were her seams nice and straight? Just got started on this fun series -- here's the cover for book3. [Book1 is titled "I, Spy?"]

11-30-2009, 05:11 PM	#482
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!	Several people sat around a large tent in the tropical sun. Vivaldi was lying on his director's chair, worrying a bone. Harv was lying under the shade of the light screens. Several of the grips were losing at poker to Hugo as Lefty tried to figure out how to use his cell phone in a foreign country. This was hampered by the fact that they were shooting on location in Peoria. Vera was practicing her shooting with Colonel Edwards. Biggles was getting in the way of three people simultaenously. Slite laid on his back, paws in the air, snoring softly. Le Terrible and Remi Addyerowndamnaccents were going over their scripts and wondering why there were no French subtitles. In the distance, a cage with a cover over it emitted beeping sounds in an almost continuous way. Hilda and Miyatake were walking hand in hand around the decorative pond. Harv awoke with a start. "ARGH! The clowns!" he yelled and looked around. "Bad dream?" asked Vivaldi. "Another night in Adrian's Bar." "Never a good sign." "So what the heck is going on here? Where's the director?" "In his trailer arguing with the writer about salary and getting the script knocked out." "Isn't pshrynk the writer and director?" "Yeah, the tricky part is when the negotiations get heated and someone resorts to violence." "Where's the Goose?" "M.A.R.V.I.N. said something about residuals and having another gig and took off." "Are we still looking for the Golden Orb?" "That's another reality over. Speaking of which, I've got to run. The part where I save the day is coming up and I don't want to miss it. Chow!" Vivaldi ran off in the general direction of Springfield. "Huh. I wonder why I didn't get a part in that story." "You weren't created by the author, so rights didn't connect. M.A.R.V.I.N. has to work under a pseudonym," said Vera, settling down to clean her revolver. Last edited by pshrynk; 12-01-2009 at 11:21 AM.

12-02-2009, 05:59 PM	#495
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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!	Apparently we have to work out the writer's strike first...

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ShortNCuddlyAm WWHALD Posts: 7,879 Karma: 337114 Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Mitcham, Surrey, UK Device: iPad. Selling my silver 505 here	If the writers say they got a strike, just concede it to them. Life's too short to quibble over bowling scores...

12-01-2009, 03:03 PM	#488
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!	As Slite and Bois Aussi entered the hotel building where the tournament was going to take place, they noticed a man walking along the sidewalk, counting the cracks. "That must be Huhges," said Slite. "Known OCD?" asked Bois Aussi. "That, plus he has two socks sticking out of one of his pockets and my script says that he has to pull them out at the right moment and threaten the Nazi with them." "Ah. Nicely observant. So, what's next? We have our seat at the table, do we just hang around and wait?" "Well, you're the one with opposable thumbs, soI guess you should practice your palming techniques." "Are you implying that I have to cheat in order to win at poker?" "Have you looked at the guest list? You'd probably be the only one not cheating. You gotta be good, though, because I heard that they brought in the Squid to be the dealer. They have eyes that are sharper than humans, you know." "It is offensive that I, a French Royal should stoop so low as to cheat at cards!" "Louis XVI won all those times by being good at it?" "You have a point. Let me get my deck and practice."

12-01-2009, 03:07 PM	#489
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	I'll bet the Squid can shuffle extra fast too, with all those arms.....

12-02-2009, 04:58 PM	#491
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!	Le Terrible slunk out the back door of the casino. He knew that he had little time for the next phase of his plan, but then again, when did socialist agitators ever have lots of time? The creation of a people's utopia waited for no man. True enough, it sometimes waited for it's lederly aunt who was always trying to find "just the right dress" but certainly for no man. He sidled down the street, looking into the various shops for evidence of oppression. the trouble with these countries in paradise was that it was too easy to just take the day off because you felt like swiming at the beach, and that sort of thing seldom led to true oppression. Which made his job all the more difficult. Clutching his pamphlets to his chest, he went into the nearest cigar factory. Thirty minutes later, a spontaneous demonstration of the proletariate errupted and a general strike was called. For some reason, there were socialist pamphlets written in French clutched in the hands of all the well organized proletariate in front of the building. Soon after that, a march was organized...

12-02-2009, 05:03 PM	#492
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	Well, of course. The march was organized to teach all those proletariates how to READ the french in their brochures.....

12-02-2009, 05:21 PM	#493
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!	As Vera barreled down the highway, she tried to get a bearing on where she was. Some sort of mid level residential area, apparently. She was using the old "Drive straight until something happens" approach to finding one's way. How big was this city? Finally, she saw, in the distance, the docks where she had disembarked. Following that landmark, she veered into the area where her hotel was and parked around behind. Leaving the truck there, she ran up to her room and hastily changed into her clothes for the tournament. Just her luck that she would get abducted just in time to be late for a really important game! Cursing the need to have straight seams, she tripped down the hallway, trying to put on a shoe as she walked to Montsnmags' room. Knocking, she heard a muffled, "Come... in!" Inside the room were Montsnmags and Slick, whose real name she could never remember. They were finishing up with getting into the tuxedos they had rented when they arrived. "Ah, my... dear! So good... of you to join us!" "Sorry. I got hijacked." "Well, we are just... about ready to go, so if you could... call for a taxi?" Vera went to the lobby and looked up a taxi company. Maria's Fast Cabs caught her eye and she dialed the number. Giving the address, she went and sat down in the lobby. Now, why were those men at the Ice Plant so eager to not let her see what was happening in there? What was the big deal? She resolved to check out the truck more thoroughly when she came back. Suddenly, she was struck with panic. Where was Vivaldi? In all the excitement she had completely forgotten him! Running out the front door, she pelted down the sidewalk toward the Ice Plant. There was a noticeable lack of small grey dog in front of the building. "Damn!" she cursed, "He'll never let me forget this one."

12-02-2009, 05:24 PM	#494
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?	yep. if there's anything that dog knows how to do, it's carry a grudge.