So, Squeaky was thinking that maybe she could trick the vending machine to accept a button, but it really didn't work, so she was stuck with a broken vending machine and her dress was missing a button and she was trying to think of what Charlie would do, but Charlie probably didn't get into that sort of situation. Instead, she sat pretzel style in ( Read more... )

A small, bearded man slips in quietly, observing, anxious for a friendly face... preferably, an attractive friendly face.  However, beggers can't be choosers, he reminds himself.

"So, have any of you ever read my book?" he asks loudly, with a grin.

Typist: Charles Guiteau, Assassins!

It isn't everyday that she finds herself on a boat, but here she is, looking unphased by the sudden change of scenery. Wide-eyed, she takes in her surroundings as she steps across the deck. She opens her mouth and speaks with a tiny voice like a little girl's.

"Has anyone seen Charlie?"

Typist: I don't know if I'm crazy or awesome, but here she is ( Read more... )