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Date: very early March 19, 2003
Status: Private (Drugs, Primoris) Complete
Setting: mostly the lobby and nearby bathroom
Summary: Drugs sneaks in and discovers Primoris - or is it Primoris that discovers Drugs?
Drugs waited hidden behind a tree until all the lights in the manor had gone out. Then he snuck up to the door and to his surprise found it unlocked. Foolish trusting countryfolk, but at least that suited him tonight.
He'd been waiting way too long watching the manor, expecting Ishtar to make her move, but he couldn't figure out what was going on inside and there was nothing in this town that was of any interest whatsoever to him or Ishtar. The locals were disgustingly healthy. Sure the town had its share of alcoholics and the wife of the loudmouth with the poodle couldn't function without her tranquilizers, but even the number of smokers was low and none of them seemed to be interested in marijuana, let alone stronger stuff. Surely Lower Tadfield was the most boring place in the world.
Drugs wouldn't have stayed a single day, if Ishtar hadn't so suddenly decided to make herself at home here. He might even have returned to London after a few days anyway, but then Pollution had shown up and moved into the same hotel Ishtar had chosen.
Granted Drugs hadn't seen any other hotels around, but the place looked too healthy to appeal to Pollution any more than to Ishtar and since neither seemed to be doing much outside the manor the only explanation was that they were conspiring inside. conspiring against him most likely, since his domain was the only place their spheres of interest overlapped.
Well, he'd show them! Drugs had no idea what he was going to do, but he'd think of something and then those two meddling old relics would be sorry they'd ever messed with him.
All he needed was a chance, a clue what they were up to, where he could hurt them. Hopefully he'd find something in here.
He stopped just inside the door listening into the darkness, feeling for any concentration of addictive substances. There were three - one consisting of nothing more interesting alcohol. That had to be the manor's bar, he decided. The other two then must be Ishtar and Pollution, but where was their project?
Status: Private (Drugs, Primoris) Complete
Setting: mostly the lobby and nearby bathroom
Summary: Drugs sneaks in and discovers Primoris - or is it Primoris that discovers Drugs?
Drugs waited hidden behind a tree until all the lights in the manor had gone out. Then he snuck up to the door and to his surprise found it unlocked. Foolish trusting countryfolk, but at least that suited him tonight.
He'd been waiting way too long watching the manor, expecting Ishtar to make her move, but he couldn't figure out what was going on inside and there was nothing in this town that was of any interest whatsoever to him or Ishtar. The locals were disgustingly healthy. Sure the town had its share of alcoholics and the wife of the loudmouth with the poodle couldn't function without her tranquilizers, but even the number of smokers was low and none of them seemed to be interested in marijuana, let alone stronger stuff. Surely Lower Tadfield was the most boring place in the world.
Drugs wouldn't have stayed a single day, if Ishtar hadn't so suddenly decided to make herself at home here. He might even have returned to London after a few days anyway, but then Pollution had shown up and moved into the same hotel Ishtar had chosen.
Granted Drugs hadn't seen any other hotels around, but the place looked too healthy to appeal to Pollution any more than to Ishtar and since neither seemed to be doing much outside the manor the only explanation was that they were conspiring inside. conspiring against him most likely, since his domain was the only place their spheres of interest overlapped.
Well, he'd show them! Drugs had no idea what he was going to do, but he'd think of something and then those two meddling old relics would be sorry they'd ever messed with him.
All he needed was a chance, a clue what they were up to, where he could hurt them. Hopefully he'd find something in here.
He stopped just inside the door listening into the darkness, feeling for any concentration of addictive substances. There were three - one consisting of nothing more interesting alcohol. That had to be the manor's bar, he decided. The other two then must be Ishtar and Pollution, but where was their project?