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Nov-20-2006 11:51

How does your day start? How does it end? And just what happens in all those middle bits?
Do you wake up and groggily log into Sleuth before you've eaten your Bran to keep you regular? Or log into Sleuth before your head hits the pillow?
Do you have a nine to five job or work all night and sleep all day like Drac?
Do you have kids or go to school or have kids in school?
When is your footy practice, your ballet classes and when do you play the piano?
Do you eat three square meals a day or are you more a Pentagonal type of eater?
And just when does you real life get fit around your Sleuth playing.
Now it's your turn to be the star in .....


A day in the life of..............*Drumroll*..........

Nov-22-2006 20:33

He grinned as Lou slammed the phone down. Lou’s bark was just as bad as his bite, but he also highly valued loyalty and dedication. He was a very good friend to have, and an extremely bad enemy to make. While lunching on sandwiches and bad coffee, they reviewed the usual intelligence and operations reports, surveillance reports, budget requests, and various other briefings on classified projects and operations. There was no real progress with Hercules, and only slight progress with Amethyst. Olympus was headed to home base for a bit, and Mireille was in serious danger of being compromised. Augustus needed more people, and Tirana was stalled for the moment. Because of the upcoming holiday, Breit’s dad, Dr. Roland J. Pfeiffer, would be heading back to his Estate to spend some time with his family. Breit had invited all of Omega’s personnel, as well as Lou and his family, to join the Pfeiffers and assorted relatives for a traditional Thanksgiving feast at the Estate. Dave and Lou spent the next couple hours coordinating security for that.
Late in the afternoon, Dave headed back to Omega, a pile of intelligence and forensics reports tucked in his briefcase. He arrived back at Breit’s Office to find her on her way out to run errands and check on evidence, so he accompanied her about town. A visit to New York’s Mayor, Joseph Hollis, produced some interesting leads in several of Brie’s cases. She was able to charm her way into Ruby Kinsella’s Office at the First Nation Bank as usual, and spent an amiable hour chatting with the sour-faced old prune. Several other stops around town were also successful.
They arrived back at Omega headquarters well after sunset, tired from a long day. Dave and Breit sat down to a simple dinner of beef stew with vegetables and crusty bread. It tasted heavenly. They chatted quietly as they ate, each discussing their day. After that, he went next door to the house next door one last time to check on Justin.

Nov-22-2006 20:36

He was met at the top of the stairs by Doreen Brown, a Department nurse who was relieving Li Kwin. Jr had continued to slowly improve throughout the day, and would probably be able to be up for a short while come Thanksgiving. Dave wished Doreen and the Roepels a good night, eager to return to the apartment and relax with his Angel.
Dave came into the apartment, past the enormous kitty tree where Missy and Xing Yun had already bedded down for the night. Both tiger and panda had disappeared into nooks-- two tails, one long and striped, the other bushy and red, the only things visible, dangling over the edge and swaying gently in midair. He settled on the sofa next to Brie, gathered her close, closed his eyes, listened to the soft jazz playing on the radio, and let himself unwind to the feel of her heartbeat close to his....

Late that night...

*Absently winds and sets the alarm clock on the bedside table, stretches tiredly, then reaches for his Brie and pulls her closer* One of these centuries he’ll get at least eight hours of sleep...(Closes eyes and begins to drift off.) zzzz...(Feels a gentle hand exploring his chest.) Huh? (Cracks an eye open to have a better look.) “Dave?” Breit whispers. Hmmm? She smiles, “Welcome home, mon amour.” *Reaches for his Angel.* Sleep can wait. She’s much more...interesting....

Nov-22-2006 22:41

dang, thats a long day....

me, wake up, go to work, come home, sleuth for awhile, work on some other stuff, go bed :D

Jan-26-2007 05:32

The Lady Emerald Devon got off the ship smiling as she saw the other Green Lady.
She remembered her first time in New York, running away from the oppressive grey and rain of England only to see New York all grey and rainy too.

She had only spent a few quiet months in New York but had become quite close to Milton during that time. First, because her expensive shoes broke while walking up and down New York streets looking for a job- her Father had cut her off, she couldn't afford to get new ones that time like she usually would.
Later, she had seen Milton while running footprint samples to him for her boss, a private but quite useless dectective, Big Hardon. It was through him however, that Lady Emerald Devon realised she had found her niche in life and it wasn't long after she had caught the eye of Dionne Dawson, a renowned detective from Starsky and Hutch of Shanghai.

Leaving New York and a tearful Milton, Lady Emerald Devon immigrated to Shanghai where history was made.

Now, she was back in New York. So much had happened. After a run in with the evil Medea, a plastic surgeon who used scissors and whiskey, her best friend Lady Ruby Caplan and her lover, Blueberrry Hill's lives were threatened. After an elabarate faked death senario, the heat was soon off.

Today, she had arrived back in New York, and Medea would be hers this time.

Lady Emerald Devon walked the familar streets back to the Shoeshop.. nothing had seemed to changed.

"Milton?" she called out hestitantly. She didn't want to barge in the back like she used too, after all, Milton did think she was dead.

"What?" he snapped coming out wiping his hands.
He stared for a second, then broke out in a grin. "Leddie, you old tart! I knew you were alive."

"Old tart?" she laughed as her and Milton hugged each other tightly. "I've missed you," she said.

"Yeah, I saw that Ruby sometimes, nice gal, Devon, but not quite the old tart you are."

"How 'bout we pick up Manfred on the way to Cyrus, Milton? Have a few whiskeys to celebrate my arrival back and Medea's impending doom?"

Jan-26-2007 05:33

Lady Emerald Devon and Milton linked arms and walked down the streets of New York together. That night, her, Manfred and Milton celebrated to the early hours before heading off to Big Lucy's.
Somehow, that night, Shady was seen mysteriously tied to a frozen lampost and naked.