Really!! Wow!! Congrats!!
I bet that would be funny to watch, go ahead n' get him drunk.. let him
wander around talking about mummies s'more. Who knows, maybe he'll utter a
curse and that bald-headed guy will return.
Yes. It's about.. hm.. 10 feet long and 3 feet wide. Dilandau says he'll
add in the fire ants if you like. He's so.. cheerful now it's scary. I
think he and the croc hunter have had a little bit to drink themselves.
Tail? Ee!! I knew a guy like that named Trunks and he turned into a big
monster on full moons. Hmm.. I wonder if they're related.
I think there's gold in Cairo. Or magic lamps. Or is that Arabia?
BJ
PS: Snake is sent.
PPS: Folken said he'd send it to you since you're in 1926. Obviously he's
smart enough to figure out how to work with the time difference.
PPPS: Dilandau's knocking over stuff. Uh oh.. Definitely inebriated.
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BJ:
We do NOT want the bald guy to return. He'll come back in 1936. Trust me.
Well, it turns out Evie said yes (shock!) and everything got so damn lovey-dovey around here I went down to the bar with Jonathan last night to get plastered.
Hey BJ, y'know that feeling you get when you ride that new (or in my case, not-yet-built) Millennium ride at Cedar Point? Twenty times? In a row? After eating twelve Thanksgiving dinners? Only worse? THAT is the feeling of the hangover I just got over.
You know, you'd think it'd be tricky for an underage female to get a drink in 1926, but I guess my 21st century knowledge and charm wowed them all into respecting me enough to give me a drink. Then again, it could've been the ten-foot snake.
Tell Dilandau-samma that I thank him very much, and same to that croc guy. The snake is a rare cobra, a female, I think. I'll have to ask a naturalist.
At the bar, Jon got very, very drunk very, very quickly. He started talking about camels... But nothing other than. On and on and on and on and on.... I was about ready to sic the snake on him! He was speaking of their color, contrast, bodily adaptions, habitat, ANYTHING! And it made no sense whatsoever! *sigh* That's just Jon, I suppose.
I felt the effects after about my third shot of something called "Bourbon". I noticed the musical notes from the piano were physically visible, AND dancing around the room.
I also found that Jon was making sense. Scary.
Anyway, I must go and puke now. *yuck!* Hope to hear from you soon.
Ja ne,
Akai Ku
Egypt, Africa
Fort Cairo, Guest Room 2A
1926
PS: Give my regards to Dilandau, Folken, and Steve.
PSS:'Specially to Dilandau.
PSSS: I can't get ahold of Duo... Could you try and get ahold of him for me?
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Well. What can I say. First off Dilandau was very disappointed that some
guy was kicked off Survivor, since he knew how to make fire and all that
junk. I'm worried what will happen to the remaining members now.
Speaking of which I saw the bald guy _on_ tv only about a day or two ago.
Strange.. I thought I saw an Evie and Jonathan as well.
Sounds like fun!! Me, I'm having quite an interesting time myself. Last
night I had a strawberry daiquiri(sp?) and today I have two new tatoos, for
a trial basis. On my wrist is a yin-yang and I have a black dragon on the
side of my neck. Looks oddly cool come to think of it.
Sounds like fun.. *hands you a barf bag* Don't listen to any music or move
for the next 12 hours and you'll be fine.
Dilandau is happy you liked his present. If you'd like, he'll send you a
dingo as well. Although I don't know why he chose a dingo..
I've got to cut this short, Folken and I AND hopefully Dilandau, if I ever
drag him away from Steve, will be heading to Europe. If you'd like, we can
come by Egypt and get you.
BJ
PS: I think Folken's figured out how to go past that 1926-2001 thing.
PPS: Strange, the first thing Duo mentioned to me when I talked to him was
about his own hangover.
PPPS: Gotta go. Dilandau-sama wants to bring an alligator with him.
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Dear BJ:
I'm fine now. Well, ah, other than the GAPING WOUND IN MY SHOULDER!!
I'm having trouble deciding whether I want to go right now or stay for the wedding. Jon and Rick really want me to come ('specially Jon; He's a goofball, too!), and, ah, Evie sorta' bites her lip nervously. I can't imagine why, unless it was what happened yesterday....
See, the three of them (Jon and Evie moreso than Rick) really freak out around _ANY_ sort of mummy these days (or those days? ACK, TIME-TRAVEL!!), so I always research "XX004" and "XX001" at night in my room. Well, Rick had gone out for the evening, and Evie had said she "could too be brave". One of those sickening lovey-dovey arguments...
So anyway, last night this big FAT white cat crawled up on XX001, which would hinder cloning. I started groaning, and Cassandra (the snake) got hungry.
Well, Ms. Carahan thought my groaning was a mummy, so she came in with one of her fiance's revolvers and fired blankly. Guess what?! She hit my right shoulder!! JOY! So, I said a VERY bad word (several, in fact), the cat screamed from the noise, puffing up, and Cassie took that moment to strike.
Ooh, but it gets BETTER!!
And that exact moment, me bleeding copiously, the cat screaching, and Cassie's fangs JUST drawing blood in its throat, lightning would HAVE to strike!!
The image knocked Evie out, and then Jon came in. He laughed. LAUGHED. And I laughed too. And then I passed out from the pain.
I woke up the next day; Rick was laughing his head off, too! Evie was appalled, but the guys DID remind her that _I_ was the one who had gotten shot, not her!
I think I'll stay for a LITTLE WHILE.
Ja ne,
Akai Ku
Egypt, Africa
Cairo, A Holy Hell (aka, Fort Cairo)
1926
PS: Good luck in England!!
PPS: My dumb-arse brother... *mumble grumble swear*
PPPS: I would REALLY like that dingo ^^
PPPPS: But don't rush Dilandau-samma!
