It had been a long day at S.E.C.T.O.R. as Talomar Longden tried to keep the trade flowing between planets while also keeping an eye out for an I.I.S.C. reprisal for his destruction of the Decimator, Planet Destroyer Class V ship. His carriage brought him to the front of their new castle just as the sun was setting. The Count stepped out of the carriage, a leather brief in his hand, and he walked up to the front door. It opened before him, and he stepped inside.
It had also been a long day at ?Longden Headquarters? where the Countess had been busy screwing one thing up after another. Presently she was in the middle of the foyer and she appeared to have been either through a very wild windstorm with the way her hair is all messed up (as well as her clothing) or through Hell, whichever one is more comfortable with.
When she saw her husband, her eyes exploded and she crieed out "HONEYSUCKLE! DONT TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" A hand went out to him as she looked down, all around herself, at the many dominoes that had been set up at her feet and all throughout the castle it would seem.
The Count stopped in mid stride, his booted foot suspended in the air.
"WHAT?!"
He had no idea what the trouble could be. Is she contaminated? Had a terrorist placed an explosive charge? Is there a ectoplasmic confrontation imminent? He stood there wide-eyed and he took her hand in his. His eyes followed hers to the floor. "What the . . .?!"
?Shhh,? she warned.
He whispered, "What is all....this?"
Shifty eyed, she began to explain the "what the..." in whisper form. "A booby-trap system."
She pointed to the stairs where more dominoes were seen going up. "I got the beast trapped in a broom closet. That fucker takes one step out, he's gonna be toast. Now, as you ambulate, take care to step over the dominoes so you do not trigger them because once that happens, this whole place is gonna blow." She was serious and apparently forgetful of the fact that their previous dwelling had been eradicated in the same fashion.
Talomar blinked. Already jumpy because of I.I.S.C., he didn?t know what to think. "Beast? A Beast in the Broom Closet?
"BLOW?!" What she said was sinking in.
"The baby an' Clair are on the roof. Yes, a beast. A beast most foul. SHHH! It can hear you," she said in a voice not her own.
"TARA!!"
He remembered the delicate situation and lowered his voice, "Tara....what beast? And you're going to blow up our new home?!" He couldn't believe his ears. "I swear, Tara, you blow this castle and will live the remainder of our very long lifetime in a studio apartment!"
It had also been a long day at ?Longden Headquarters? where the Countess had been busy screwing one thing up after another. Presently she was in the middle of the foyer and she appeared to have been either through a very wild windstorm with the way her hair is all messed up (as well as her clothing) or through Hell, whichever one is more comfortable with.
When she saw her husband, her eyes exploded and she crieed out "HONEYSUCKLE! DONT TAKE ANOTHER STEP!" A hand went out to him as she looked down, all around herself, at the many dominoes that had been set up at her feet and all throughout the castle it would seem.
The Count stopped in mid stride, his booted foot suspended in the air.
"WHAT?!"
He had no idea what the trouble could be. Is she contaminated? Had a terrorist placed an explosive charge? Is there a ectoplasmic confrontation imminent? He stood there wide-eyed and he took her hand in his. His eyes followed hers to the floor. "What the . . .?!"
?Shhh,? she warned.
He whispered, "What is all....this?"
Shifty eyed, she began to explain the "what the..." in whisper form. "A booby-trap system."
She pointed to the stairs where more dominoes were seen going up. "I got the beast trapped in a broom closet. That fucker takes one step out, he's gonna be toast. Now, as you ambulate, take care to step over the dominoes so you do not trigger them because once that happens, this whole place is gonna blow." She was serious and apparently forgetful of the fact that their previous dwelling had been eradicated in the same fashion.
Talomar blinked. Already jumpy because of I.I.S.C., he didn?t know what to think. "Beast? A Beast in the Broom Closet?
"BLOW?!" What she said was sinking in.
"The baby an' Clair are on the roof. Yes, a beast. A beast most foul. SHHH! It can hear you," she said in a voice not her own.
"TARA!!"
He remembered the delicate situation and lowered his voice, "Tara....what beast? And you're going to blow up our new home?!" He couldn't believe his ears. "I swear, Tara, you blow this castle and will live the remainder of our very long lifetime in a studio apartment!"