Silva

Twig Samson had no idea how he'd survive the week without pillaging. He would keep to his word, but that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. Twig tossed a dehydrated strip of potato at the man claiming there were no Vikings. "That's what you get for not believing!" he called.

She stared at herself in a puddle of spilled water, not knowing why she felt as she did. She should have been grateful Araha had done as she had, but Pry knew taking comfort in death wasn't right. Which was why she wasn't quite sure what she was feeling. It was a mix ofmany things and was tearing her in so many different directions.

...will try.....

Far out in the sea... "Yeah, right," said Twig Samson. "Like that'll ever be true." He whistled to a ship nearby to take care of those scumbags. That disrespectful ship wouldn't last long. Twig smiled. They were nearing shore after a long while at sea. This time the water alleys hadn't been kind and kept taking them in the wrong directions. He shivered recalling the horrors they'd faced and hoped this new land Mejin had told him of wouldn't have quite as many dangers. Other than all the spikes it seemed pretty safe. ------------ The first ship pulled into the harbor and a man hopped down from the side. Mejin smiled as she recognized her old friend Twig. "Good to see you," she told him, pulling something out of her pocket. "More of this is coming." He accepted it graciously and pulled out a cookie. Twig took a bite and grinned. "You sure know how to make my crew and I happy. Anything I can do for you?" "As a matter of fact, yes," Mejin said. "Can you come with me for a minute?" Twig nodded and snapped his fingers in the direction of his ship. A scrawny looking redhead jumped up waving. "You're in charge, Shrimp!" Twig called out and turned to Mejin. "His bark's worse than his bite, don't worry." "I would never," Mejin chuckled. ------------ An hour later the two walked back down the pier. "So a week from now?" Mejin said, clarifying yet again. "A week from now we'll set sail," Twig said nodding. "So long as you get us what you promised." "Your delivery will come," she assured him. "I'll see you then." "See you then," he said and jumped back onto his ship. Mejin watched as he rejoined his crew and let them know the news. A week from now they'd set sail and some of TUBA would be with them - on their way to the other side of the planet so long as Mejin got them enough baked goods to last the journey.

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Wait just a minute! I never said I hated it! I simply said that because of how it looks I have never tried it and created an opinion.

The look of it removes all appetite from my mind.

The mashing part is fun to do. The result just looks kind of nasty.

Avocado killers. That moment when your period is almost as tall as your letter.

a refund didn't like her and didn't come.

The avocado has become smaller throughout the ages. I wonder what that means for guacamole...

This has gotten intense.

"Friend of mine got mugged," he said, possibly too casually. "She got away, but was injured." Gonev shrugged and gestured through the doorway. "I'm here to visit her."

I wonder who will post next...

No one likes a sore loser. "This is the game that never ends! It goes on and on my friends! Someone started playing it, Not knowing what it was, And now they have to play it, Forever just because, This is the game that never ends! It goes on and on...."

Slipping inside, Gonev was grateful for the light in the room as he carefully shut the door. Like he'd suspected, it was a storage closet. The light was coming from a bowl of spheres and on the walls there were tonics and gold medallions. Wonderful, if only he had more pockets. He cursed his wardrobe choice and started looking through the bottles on the shelves. There were a few painkillers as well as many more he didn't recognize. Gonev took a smaller one and stuck it in one of his coats inside pockets where it couldn't be seen. Maybe someone back in the back room would know what it was. He hoped it was valuable. His hand almost grabbed some infused spheres, but common sense reminded him that they were in fact glowy and likely would be noticed through fabric. It felt wrong to leave them behind, but he forced himself to. This mission was to scout out, not empty the hospital's stores quite yet. From outside the door he heard footsteps heading back to the front. Rusts. he cursed, waiting for them to recede. Gonev peered under the door for any signs of people nearby. He couldn't tell if anyone was watching, but he took a risk and quickly exited the closet. He took a breath of relief. That had been too risky. Patting the bottle in his pocket to remind himself it was still there, Gonev started across the hall to Georgia. That was when he noticed Lena. "Hey," he said winking. "Who're you here to see?" @Sorana

At that the clerk looked up again. "Someone's hurt?" he hopped down and tapped some buttons. Some folks quickly came and carried Georgia down the hall. Gonev glared at him. "That took quite a while." "You've got no clue how many fakers come by just trying to see what we have around here. Security measures like that are necessary," said the clerk. "I suppose you want to go with her?" Gonev nodded, as though he were emotionally suffering from not knowing if Georgia was alright. He knew she was, but it was all about putting on a show. "Go straight down the hall and take the first door on the left. She should be there though you may want to give the nurses some space." He nodded again and slowly began walking in that direction. Gonev glanced around in all directions, imprinting everything he saw to memory. Then, when he was out of sight of the clerk and he sensed no eyes were on him, he sidled up against a door to what looked like a storage closet and inconspicuously removed a wire from his pocket. Manuevering it behind his back, he quickly unlocked the door and slipped inside. How better to discover what a place held then see it with ones own eyes?

Gonev dragged Georgia up the steps and through the doorway into the entrance hall of the hospital. On the way there blood loss had caught up to her, leaving her too weak to walk. And since Gonev didn't have quite enough muscle to carry her, he'd wound up dragging her. He hoped she wouldn't be too mad. "Hey dude!" he called to a clerk sitting behind a desk. When no response came, he chucked his shoe at him, balancing on one foot to get it off. That got the attention he needed. The shoe was tossed back to him and he slipped it back on. "What do you want?" the clerk asked. Gonev rolled his eyes. "You blind as well as deaf?" he gestured to Georgia on the ground. "My friend here had a run in with some fellows. Got a nice wound in her arm getting away." "So?" "This is a storming hospital, fellow," he said. "You wanna help us out or not?" The clerk didn't answer again, he'd turned back to something on his desk. Groaning, Gonev stepped lightly on Georgia's hand. Maybe she could do something. @Ark1002

The person who stumbles upon it years from now and necroes it will.

Brought my own. And no, I'm not in this to win. I just like people thinking I am.

True. How many bar mitzvahs would there be to attend in Newcago? That's the real question.

and sounded like a foghorn.

Well we're not always quite like other forums Though once this catches on, it may spread like a wildfire...

"The comment quieted the room, like a sudden shout of "Who wants extra bacon?" at a bar mitzvah." (Calamity, page 299) I don't know who else has been to bar mitzvahs, but in my experience, I think Sanderson over-exaggerated this simile if he was referring to the part I think he was. Not the leyning since everyone ought to be quiet anyways, rather the party part with just friends and family that actually isn't a commandment or requirement, just something people have taken on over the ages. Depending on the person, that part could either be kind of wild and loud, loud enough that a shout wouldn't even be heard, or so formal that there wouldn't be a room to quiet and only people looking horrified and thinking what kind of chutzpah is this. Either way, a shout of "who wants extra bacon" never would quiet a room - it would be drowned out or actually cause more noise . Unless you're that one boy (or girl in some cases) who manages to balance an in between which is almost impossible. And even then everyone might ignore it, thinking they misheard. Just thought I'd share that little bit with you all. Since being only critical is a little harsh, I do admit that maybe there is another layer to it that I'm completely missing, but far as I can tell this metaphor just didn't live up to the standards of some of its predecessors. Though while this one might've missed its mark, we can never forget the true great ones. "You're like a potato in a minefield." (Firefight, page 174)