The Beginning: When Harv Met Vera - Page 27

badgoodDeb · 10-26-2009, 03:46 PM

Or perhaps they are especially rigged so that the back legs give out at a critical time, giving the heroes a chance to escape (while the baddies are flat on their backs). Or sumthin like that.

LazyScot · 10-26-2009, 04:23 PM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

Or perhaps they are especially rigged so that the back legs give out at a critical time, giving the heroes a chance to escape (while the baddies are flat on their backs). Or sumthin like that.

We have two of those at home. Auto-Self-Disassembling. It can make a dinner party sort of like russian roulette. Though it does give guests an excuse for ending up under the table.

Patricia · 10-26-2009, 04:42 PM

Yvan's chairs would never disassemble, except intentionally.
Is he using Canadian maple, as a patriotic gesture? Perhaps a nice birds-eye maple?

GeoffC · 10-27-2009, 12:20 PM

maple syrup ?

pshrynk · 10-27-2009, 01:45 PM

Juan Carlos Rivera de la Carraca y de la Vega was a very worried man. As the concierge of the Blue Parrot Hotel and Casino, his was the duty and honor to plan and execute the poker tournament of all ages. He had spent months on the details. It must be perfection from beginning to end. It must run flawlessly. It must attract the attention of all the world's newspapers and even some of those upstarts in that new fangled contraption called "radio."

What it must not be, however, is interrupted by a wildcat strike of the casino workers.

It had all began with the chairs he had special ordered from Canada. Bird's eye maple wood. Plush red velvet seats. Little gold inlay across the backs that indicated that one could sit here, but one would not, in fact, belong in such a lofty position. When they had arrived all had seemed in order.

Then the manufaturer's representative had made an entrance. He was an unassuming man of average height and build without a memorable face. He spoke French and smoked rancid cigarettes constantly. He had been very insistent that the men unloading the chairs not jostle them at all, nor smoke within ten feet of them.

Juan Carlos understood the need to keep the chairs pristine. They were, after all, a big part of the ambience of the tournament. When he had pointed out to the Fench Canadian gentleman that he, himself, was, in fact, smoking near the chairs, he had had to endure a twenty minute harangue on the need to know what one was doing when handling such cargo.

Then the workers had all gone on strike. And there were pamphlets.

Mr Falcchione was going to definitely give him a stern look when he arrived later this afternoon.

Steven Lyle Jordan · 10-27-2009, 02:20 PM

Och... the pamphlets! Never a good sign, that.

GeoffC · 10-27-2009, 02:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Steve Jordan

Och... the pamphlets! Never a good sign, that.

assuredly so ......

ShortNCuddlyAm · 10-28-2009, 07:49 AM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

Then the workers had all gone on strike. And there were pamphlets.

Mr Falcchione was going to definitely give him a stern look when he arrived later this afternoon.

That definitely deserves a stern look at the very least

pshrynk · 10-28-2009, 04:50 PM

Harv was standing outside the Ice Plant as the Jefe and his men looked around inside. "I wonder what this is all about," he said.

"I dunno," said Vivaldi, "But it was imortant enough that they bundled up Vera and threw her in the back of the ice truck."

Deep inside Harv, little wheels began to turn slowly. He started to feel something that heretofore had never been inside him. His eyes narrowed. His jaw thrust forward. He stood taller and put his hands on his hips. He was experiencing the "Hero Rescues the Damsel" mode.

"We must go and rescue the damsel!" he said.

"What do you mean 'we?' I don't recall volunteering for any rescuing."

"Come, Vivaldi! We are needed!" Harv grabbed Vivaldi by the scruff and jumped into the Jefe's car. Biggles, startled by a leaf falling from a tree, ran and jumped into the back seat. Harv Fired up the engine and floored it.

"Which way did they go, trusty canine companion?"

"You do realize that we just stole the Chief of Police of an entirely corrupt Latin American nation's car, don't you?"

ShortNCuddlyAm · 10-28-2009, 05:03 PM

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"You do realize that we just stole the Chief of Police of an entirely corrupt Latin American nation's car, don't you?"

zelda_pinwheel · 10-28-2009, 05:39 PM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

Deep inside Harv, little wheels began to turn slowly. He started to feel something that heretofore had never been inside him. His eyes narrowed. His jaw thrust forward. He stood taller and put his hands on his hips. He was experiencing the "Hero Rescues the Damsel" mode.

i wonder how vera is going to react to being described as a "damsel" here ?

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"You do realize that we just stole the Chief of Police of an entirely corrupt Latin American nation's car, don't you?"

oooh, that's usually a bad idea.

badgoodDeb · 10-28-2009, 05:43 PM

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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

i wonder how vera is going to react to being described as a "damsel" here ?

I suspect that, if he manages to rescue her, he can call her dam-whatever he likes!

Greg Anos · 10-28-2009, 08:11 PM

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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb

I suspect that, if he manages to rescue her, he can call her dam-whatever he likes!

What octave he talks in afterward may vary.......

montsnmags · 10-28-2009, 09:47 PM

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Originally Posted by pshrynk

...He was experiencing the "Hero Rescues the Damsel" mode.

"We must go and rescue the damsel!" he said.
...

I love this bit...its spoken repetition instead of paraphrase of the "mode"...it got my [snort]-meter running (all over the keyboard).

Slite · 10-29-2009, 03:14 AM

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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

i wonder how vera is going to react to being described as a "damsel" here ?

Actually, Vera strikes me as someone who would be more upset about the in distress part than being called a damsel

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10-26-2009, 03:46 PM	#391
badgoodDeb Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,551 Karma: 64462893 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Harrisburg outskirts Device: Palms, K1-4s, iPads, iPhones, KV, KO1	Or perhaps they are especially rigged so that the back legs give out at a critical time, giving the heroes a chance to escape (while the baddies are flat on their backs). Or sumthin like that.

10-26-2009, 04:42 PM	#393
Patricia Reader Posts: 11,504 Karma: 8720163 Join Date: May 2007 Location: South Wales, UK Device: Sony PRS-500, PRS-505, Asus EEEpc 4G	Yvan's chairs would never disassemble, except intentionally. Is he using Canadian maple, as a patriotic gesture? Perhaps a nice birds-eye maple?

10-27-2009, 12:20 PM	#394
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	maple syrup ?

10-27-2009, 01:45 PM	#395
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!	Juan Carlos Rivera de la Carraca y de la Vega was a very worried man. As the concierge of the Blue Parrot Hotel and Casino, his was the duty and honor to plan and execute the poker tournament of all ages. He had spent months on the details. It must be perfection from beginning to end. It must run flawlessly. It must attract the attention of all the world's newspapers and even some of those upstarts in that new fangled contraption called "radio." What it must not be, however, is interrupted by a wildcat strike of the casino workers. It had all began with the chairs he had special ordered from Canada. Bird's eye maple wood. Plush red velvet seats. Little gold inlay across the backs that indicated that one could sit here, but one would not, in fact, belong in such a lofty position. When they had arrived all had seemed in order. Then the manufaturer's representative had made an entrance. He was an unassuming man of average height and build without a memorable face. He spoke French and smoked rancid cigarettes constantly. He had been very insistent that the men unloading the chairs not jostle them at all, nor smoke within ten feet of them. Juan Carlos understood the need to keep the chairs pristine. They were, after all, a big part of the ambience of the tournament. When he had pointed out to the Fench Canadian gentleman that he, himself, was, in fact, smoking near the chairs, he had had to endure a twenty minute harangue on the need to know what one was doing when handling such cargo. Then the workers had all gone on strike. And there were pamphlets. Mr Falcchione was going to definitely give him a stern look when he arrived later this afternoon.

10-27-2009, 02:20 PM	#396
Steven Lyle Jordan Grand Sorcerer Posts: 8,478 Karma: 5171130 Join Date: Jan 2006 Device: none	Och... the pamphlets! Never a good sign, that.

10-28-2009, 04:50 PM	#399
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 was standing outside the Ice Plant as the Jefe and his men looked around inside. "I wonder what this is all about," he said. "I dunno," said Vivaldi, "But it was imortant enough that they bundled up Vera and threw her in the back of the ice truck." Deep inside Harv, little wheels began to turn slowly. He started to feel something that heretofore had never been inside him. His eyes narrowed. His jaw thrust forward. He stood taller and put his hands on his hips. He was experiencing the "Hero Rescues the Damsel" mode. "We must go and rescue the damsel!" he said. "What do you mean 'we?' I don't recall volunteering for any rescuing." "Come, Vivaldi! We are needed!" Harv grabbed Vivaldi by the scruff and jumped into the Jefe's car. Biggles, startled by a leaf falling from a tree, ran and jumped into the back seat. Harv Fired up the engine and floored it. "Which way did they go, trusty canine companion?" "You do realize that we just stole the Chief of Police of an entirely corrupt Latin American nation's car, don't you?"

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