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"it'll be a real SATURnalia" he chuckled as he sent out the Saturday Outlook inv
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Date: May 23rd, 2019 5:37 PM Author: vengeful zombie-like shrine (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4267867&forum_id=2#38279148) |
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Date: May 23rd, 2019 6:01 PM Author: Primrose parlour Then he took out the mask from a desk drawer. The Sun Prince. It was old, now, like him--a little faded, a chip of the paint here, a fleck of something red there--but it had always carried time with it, ever since they pulled him aside during the summer baseball outing, whispered a few words to him, gave him the mask.
In the eighth inning, a baseball smashed into the eye of a Fordham 2L.
Well. Nothing he could have done about it, these things happen, and he hadn't liked her much anyway.
*bluup bluup bluup*
Outlook popped up, reminding him that the kickoff call for Project Blue Tree was starting in soon. He smiled and slipped the Sun Prince back into the drawer.
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Date: May 24th, 2019 1:24 AM Author: vengeful zombie-like shrine The smile turned into a frown. Three "tentative" replies; one "rejection"--from O'Connor, the bastard!--and the invitation had only been out in the wild for three minutes, maybe four. Everything about it had been crafted right: multiple time zones accounted for; a pithy meeting description layering humor and seriousness of pursuit one on top of the other; audio, video, text access methods all conveyed flawlessly. Goddamn them.
A swig of the Vanilla Diet Coke, a quick second, third, fourth in rapid succession, liquid courage up he yanks the drawer back open. His mask! His inheritance! His magical legacy bequeathed on him by that smarmy Peruvian fellow he met at the intramural summer associate game in Hendon Square. Here's the thing: the mask meant something. So he'd said. "Passed down the generations." He'd told him stories of the chief accountant on Ramesses II master project at Thebes, the purser to Napoleon's own guard at the Battle of Austerlitz, the principal auditor of office materials for Rockefeller's Standard Oil at the zenith of its power, all of them wearing the Sun Prince.
And now it was his; so who was he to deny the universe? He grasps it from the coffee stained bottom of the drawer, wraps its supple leather straps around and around his head, twice and twice again for security. It smells of paperwork and ink, tables of calculation and dusty tomes, the olfactory gloriana to his world. He feels the power surging through him. And, just like that, in pops the inbox notification: "Accepted." |
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Date: May 24th, 2019 5:51 AM Author: Primrose parlour (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4267867&forum_id=2#38281750) |
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Date: May 24th, 2019 9:11 AM Author: vengeful zombie-like shrine (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4267867&forum_id=2#38282110) |
Date: May 23rd, 2019 5:49 PM Author: Primrose parlour (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4267867&forum_id=2#38279202) |
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Date: May 23rd, 2019 5:52 PM Author: Citrine lay ok, sweet invite douche I definitely going to go tentative on this one and just dial in from wherever I am at the time? I know it's not important because I'm receiving from some douche who's chuckling. if it was my meeting i'd be chuckling. god what a douche (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4267867&forum_id=2#38279221) |
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Date: May 23rd, 2019 8:03 PM Author: Primrose parlour (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4267867&forum_id=2#38279853) |