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[nixie]

never mind, I'm still here

[Ursa major]

And so am I.

[nixie]

now aren't you glad of the company

[TheEndIsNigh]

Hello what's this.

Could it be some on line stalking.

Ursa were you aware of this virtual companion?

Where will it all end (note I didn't say when) (((actually where is pretty universal too)))

I sat in my office, feet up, staring out the window. I saw the bear cross the road as he looked up at my office. He was anxious and seemed to be praying with those big white paws of his. As he entered the lobby a red apparition got out of a taxi on the other side of the boulevard. She paid for the cab and looked across to where the bear had entered the building. She was a fiery looking dame and she looked like trouble. She was obviously following the white fur ball...

[The Ace]

Oh no ! Tein's gone all Chandler on us.

[TheEndIsNigh]

I crushed the empty soda tin I held and tossed it toward the waste basket in the corner. It missed and bounced around on the marble tiled floor. I waited. Pretty soon I heard the soft pad of fur out in the hallway. My office was on the third floor, it was a hot day so the bear was panting. I could hear the soft rasp of his breath as it handle turned. As the door opened the bear looked straight into the barrel of the 45 I held in my hand. I wasn't taking any chances. When 800 pounds of ugly fur ball calls on you unexpected, you take precautions.

"You must be Tien," it said as it closed the door. "My name is Bear, Thread Bear and I need your help."

[thepaladin]

I hate the turn this is taking...a trench coat never looks good over armor.

[zaelyel]

What happened then Tein?

[TheEndIsNigh]

I slipped the gun back into the top drawer of my desk. The gun looked back at me, it's chambers giving me a hang dog look of disappointment. It liked the to feel the warmth of my hand and I too always felt more comfortable when we made contact. Maybe I'm just an old softy. I slid the drawer shut nodding to the bear he should sit in the chair opposite.

"So tell me Mr. Bear. What does the dame with the red hair want. She doesn't look the home loving type so either you've either got something of hers or she's looking for a new winter coat and she's planning on you not needing yours"

The white bear turned slightly more white and shakily sat down, nervously checking the office for more doors expecting the one behind me to open at any moment.

[zaelyel]

This is hilarious. Please continue!

[Ursa major]

* Ursa appears, looking rather worried. Tthread Bear has gone missing and now only TEIN knows where he's at. *


Any chance that this red-head is Esme, who's playing Tyrion's "friend" over in Belfast?

*cough*

[nixie]

Waves I'd go find thread bear but someone might steal my thread

[thepaladin]

What's this tuft of white cotton????? In your hair?

[The Ace]

Don't look at me.

[TheEndIsNigh]

"Oh she's terrible, terrible, she says I've got it but I haven't and I don't even know what it is, she says I was the last one to have got it but I'm not, I'm sure I'm not, and now she's after me and I don't know where to turn and she says she's going to do horrible things to me if I don't give it back. help me Tien you got to help me."

"Calm down whitey, just calm down." I reached inside my other desk drawer and pulled out my favourite comforter, a bottle of twelve year old scotch. I popped the cork and handed the bottle over. He grabbed it in those mantis like paws and upended the whole contents as though it was milk. He didn't even bat an eye as he handed the empty bottle back but he did look a little calmer. God knows his guts must be like a sponge if that was the way he'd been treating them. I could see I was going to like this bear if he lived, he was my kind of drinker.

I'd been watching the red haired dame across the street. She hadn't followed the bear in but hung around a news stand that had just opened up; selling the Daily Chronicle. For the moment she preferred to wait for the bear to re-emerge rather than loose him down some long corridor. There were four exits from the office block on four sides but I knew she'd have them covered too. A tramcar went past, the wind caught her hair and it billowed out behind her; It looked like some of the pictures I'd seen of sun's coronal loops but redder like it was being seen at sunset.

The bear had stopped gibbering and was sat looking expectantly at me with those big button like, innocent eyes. He could play the act. I still liked him but it was obvious to me he knew more. He just didn't trust me yet.

He was expecting it so I asked the obvious question, he must have known I would.

"So what is it she thinks you've got, and cut to the chase I haven't got time for fairy tales"

The bear looked hurt, but then he always did. The whiskey had done it's job but he was still nobodies fool. Whatever it was she wanted he wasn't going to give it up without a fight and he still didn't trust me, why should he. The look I gave him obviously convinced him I'd kick his fur-ball ass out off the window if he played me. He shrugged his white fur shoulders and settled down to tell me. It looked like it might be the truth ,or a part of it, so I got comfortable and hunkered down to listen.

"Well Tien, have you ever heard of 'The Maltese Blanket'... No I can see you haven't"