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{{ Logs | {{ Logs | ||
| cast = [[Hive]], [[Jim]] | | cast = [[Hive]], [[Jim]] | ||
| summary = Maybe Hive will even get to wear the sunglasses. | | summary = Maybe Hive will even get to wear the sunglasses. (Part of [[TP-Prometheus|Prometheus TP]].) | ||
| gamedate = 2013 | | gamedate = 2013-03-02 | ||
| gamedatename = | | gamedatename = | ||
| subtitle = | | subtitle = | ||
| location = | | location = | ||
| categories = Citizens, Mutants | | categories = Citizens, Mutants, Hive, Jim, Telecommunications, Prometheus | ||
| log = * (Jim --> Hive): I'm back in town. | | log = * (Jim --> Hive): I'm back in town. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Jeez, what took you so long. | * (Hive --> Jim): Jeez, what took you so long. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): Traffic was brutal. I'll bring you flowers. Took some pretty pictures of the landscape you might like. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Wonderful. I like heather. Landscape, eh. You do any myspace-style self shots? Hold the camera out on the end of a branch? | * (Hive --> Jim): Wonderful. I like heather. Landscape, eh. You do any myspace-style self shots? Hold the camera out on the end of a branch? | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): You don't want to see that, bro. My best rural camo is au naturale. What're you wearing. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Fucking t-shirt and jeans, dude, I'm at the library. Surrounded by thousands of your dead cousins. | * (Hive --> Jim): Fucking t-shirt and jeans, dude, I'm at the library. Surrounded by thousands of your dead cousins. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): That's what I want done when I die. I'm donating my body to a pulp mill. I want to be made into a Sports Illustrated, swimsuit edition. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Pfff. Your luck, you'd get to be the fucking AARP quarterly instead. | * (Hive --> Jim): Pfff. Your luck, you'd get to be the fucking AARP quarterly instead. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): You'd still read me. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Pfft. Why? I already know the story. | * (Hive --> Jim): Pfft. Why? I already know the story. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): Because you cheat. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): Hey. What am I thinking right now? | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): We're all going to die. | * (Hive --> Jim): We're all going to die. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): You are one depressing mother fucker. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): But. Not wrong. | * (Hive --> Jim): But. Not wrong. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): I doesn't not look like we're all going to die. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): But I was also thinking about tits. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Guessing that would hardly have been impressive it's basically like the free space in bingo. | * (Hive --> Jim): Guessing that would hardly have been impressive it's basically like the free space in bingo. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): (.)(.) | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): Speaking of intimate bits, I have some specs on your little murderbot buddies. I hope you speak computer shit because it's all gibberish to me. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Ennnngh. I have some friends who're good with that shit. We can work it out. | * (Hive --> Jim): Ennnngh. I have some friends who're good with that shit. We can work it out. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): Also. I got a set of wheels. Nissan Altima. You want a lift home? I have this bad boy until Wednesday. I'll let your rev the engine. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): She says purr. I'm naming her Tammy. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): What the fuck, don't name it. If you name it you won't want to give it up. | * (Hive --> Jim): What the fuck, don't name it. If you name it you won't want to give it up. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): No way, this one will last. We met at the airport. She's cherry-red and knows how I like it. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): Jesus fuck you're already attached. You'd make the shittiest foster parent. | * (Hive --> Jim): Jesus fuck you're already attached. You'd make the shittiest foster parent. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): You haven't seen how fast I go through them yet. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): I'd say heartbreaker but man that would mean someone actually attached to your sorry ass. | * (Hive --> Jim): I'd say heartbreaker but man that would mean someone actually attached to your sorry ass. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): Tell that to my ex-wife...s. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): The car came with sunglasses. You can't make this shit up, this is real deal. | ||
* (Hive --> Jim): ... It came with sunglasses. | * (Hive --> Jim): ... It came with sunglasses. | ||
* (Jim --> Hive): | * (Jim --> Hive): They were under the seat. I just found them when I dropped a tic tac. My mind is blown. This is love. You have to take a picture of us. | ||
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Latest revision as of 19:37, 20 December 2013
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2013-03-02 Maybe Hive will even get to wear the sunglasses. (Part of Prometheus TP.) |
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