NoV: Hey everyone! Time for another chapter! .
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Quote of the day:
"4 out of 5 voices in my head say go back to sleep...and we're plotting to kill the fifth one..."
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Maureen happily showed off her years of skiing experience to Joanne, who held her own in keeping up. Joanne was working so hard keeping up that she neglected to pay attention to where they were going. By the time she realized that there were no other people around, they were looking down into a valley surrounded by forest. Maureen slowed to a stop and looked at their surroundings.
"Pookie, are we lost?" she wondered.
"It would appear so," Joanne replied dryly. "There should be some kind of marker around somewhere that'll point us back to the lodge."
The two began to search for such a sign.
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Mimi was back at the lodge enjoying some hot cocoa. She had easily made it down the mountain without falling once and was beginning to wonder where everyone else had gotten off to. Deciding that they had probably just gone back up to ski again, she snuggled into the couch by the fireplace and made herself comfortable.
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"Mark?" Roger called into the general area where Mark had disappeared after shanghaiing that unfortunate kid's tube. "Man, a snowman just attacked me, so I don't feel like messing around! Where are you?"
There was a rustling of bushes and a groan. Roger followed these noises to find Mark, who was sprawled out on the ground, one leg still attached to a ski up in the air, the rubber tube wrapped around him like a safety vest.
"Mark!" Roger exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"Roger," Mark said pitifully, "I don't wanna ski anymore….."
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Angel sloshed through the snow in her grey faux fur boots. She carried her skis in her hand as she approached a man renting snowmobiles, which she decided would be the best way to get Collins safely down the mountain.
"I need to borrow one of these," she said, although the thought of a motorized thing that was so much like the jet ski she had wrecked earlier that month, frightened her.
"Forty dollars an hour," the balding man informed her. He wore bright, reflective snow goggles and a cheap-looking silky jumpsuit.
"I don't have any money on me," Angel said, patting her nonexistent pockets. The flirty skirt and snow pants did not come equipped to hold money. "My boyfriend broke his leg up on the mountain, I'm trying to help him!"
"Hey, it's not up to me, okay?" the man said defensively. "All I know is you gotta pay me forty dollars before you can take one of these with you!"
Angel pointed to the sky. "Oh look! A distraction!" she cried. When the man turned away, she snagged some keys from the table and hopped onto a snowmobile.
Before the rental guy could say, "Hey, wait a minute!" she was zooming off on the snowmobile.
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NoV: Yes, the shortest chapter ever! But it's just a little fill-in until I can post some more! . Loviekins! . Happy V-day!!!!!