Charlie II

Team Rocket | Mimeton Manor Interior Mandy draped herself over the throne like a cat on a mat. Except, perhaps, a bit more stylishly and luxuriantly. She was born for ...

Nick | The Track to Mimeton Manor They took the track down towards the forest, southwards, from the cabin on the hill. The trees leaned against each other, all heavily ...

Nick | Mimeton Hills Nick could practically hear the Pallet Town theme playing as he sat down for breakfast with his father. It was a cool, crisp winter day and, ...

Charlie -- The Chemist-mas Lab "Great Scott!" said Charlie. "I've done it!" The laboratory was a mess. The benches were strewn with beakers and conical flasks containing a whole spectrum ...

The world seems right once more! 8) (Unless of course the Storybook setting was a month in the past in which case I'm sorry!)

I think I might actually be free for this! :D (Also what happened to the numerical date in the title? It's messing with my mind! :O )

Charlie's first thought was that he had been teleported. He holstered the PSG and got to his feet, surveying the unconscious zombies lying in a pile around him. They weren't ...

Charlie was running out of breath and the zombies were catching up with him. In one hand he held the remains of Lumi's leash, more for a keepsake than any ...

Charlie felt that feeling of rearrangement as the forum shift redrafted him to Dramatic Poetry. He held tight to Lumi's leash and seconds later he felt them re-materialise. Fortunately Lumi ...

"Aren't we forgetting something, guys?" "Oh yeah," said Charlie. "We're meant to be running!" He looked back to the others -- most of them were still in The Vault. Incognito ...

Everybody looked at Kitty15 except Kyllorac who was having some sort of existential crisis. "Get those stickies rolled up," she said. "We're going to The Vault." That started some mutterings. ...

The mist ended as soon as the YWSers entered Resources. Charlie never failed to be impressed whenever he visited that forum. Stone pillars reached up majestically from the marble floor ...

"Well," said Charlie, "we're still rather under-equipped." "Speak for yourself," Kyll replied spinning the .38 round in his/her hand. Charlie ignored Them. "Why doesn't Rosey lead us back to resources

To be fair to the narrator, it was rather inconvenient. "I hate corn," I mutter unhelpfully. "It's like 'long grass' -- gets right up my nose." "At least it's not ...

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