(((I'll do the bank scene tomorrow sometime, I have to take off for now.)))

Joe's head reappeared at the window over the counter.  "Mary, you're killing me.  At least wait until 7:00 when Barb gets on ok?  You can call it a day then.  And where the hell is our breakfast rush?  Lousy fuckin' recession..."  Joe vanished again.  For the time being he hadn't noticed that the diner had been unofficially closed.  It's currently 6:40.

The card has only an ornate design on it, no names, no numbers.  There isn't enough info to cross reference as of yet.

(((So between 0630 and 0700, that's what I thought but I wanted to make sure we're on the same page.)))

*Zealot1206*

I can get you what you need but as I've said before, I don't run a charity.  Chicago is fine if you a place you have in mind to meet or I can come to you provided it isn't too far from the Windy City.  I have too much stuff going on here right now to leave for more than a few hours.  Let me know.

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(((Just for a reality check, what time is it for Mary/Zach?  I'm juggling a few different activities between when the creature left at 6ish and 4 PM.)))

Yep.

Upon closer inspection you notice the small envelope is watermarked with the logo of the First National Bank of Brookvale.

It means he examined the contents... 

Mary has average perception, roll three ten sided die, diffculty six, if you get at least one sucess and no botches let me know.

(((OOC  No one has said if they've actually studied the envelope...)))

True to his word Brandon woke up shortly after noon.  He expected to feel hung over, or like he was coming down off a bad acid trip given what he seemed to remember having happened that morning.  But no, he still had someone’s business card in his jacket pocket as well as a note written to himself on a torn diner napkin, “Meet everyone back at the diner at 4 PM.” 

Unsure what to do in the meantime he began surfing the internet.  He wanted to call Julie, maybe take her out to lunch or something but until he could concentrate on something other than that smiling freak he wouldn’t feel right.  He drank an energy drink and lit up a cigarette as he waited for time to pass.

(((OOC There’s no rush to advance the story to 4:00 if you guys would like to do some solo RP with your characters to bridge the gap.  You can do that either in thread, by PM or catch me on MSN.  I already know what Firesolved is up to.  When everyone is ready to regroup at the diner let me know and I’ll move the story forward to that point.)))

Are you telling me that other people can find this?  I mean, google doesn't even know what this site is.

*Tormented13*

Ask yourself how you found it?  What guided you here?  What nudge, or push or lure led you to find this place?  How have I found it again for that matter?  Perhaps I still serve some purpose after all.

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*Metalhead2319* 

Wow, maybe it wasn’t a dream or a bad contact high after all.  What the hell am I supposed to do now?  No offense man, but the lot of you sound like some fucked up freaks.

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Bluh,  I just spent all day at the range.  ALL FUCKING DAY.  Like over 12 hours.  With no computer access...

Anyway I'm going to sleep now, see you all in a few hours.

(((Sorry guys but something came up.  FYI I won't be on until sometime on Thursday.)))

Damn, it looks just like me.

"Yea, four o'clock sounds good,"  Brandon pushed his way out of the diner and looked up and down the street, not expecting to see to see the creature again but hoping.  With a sigh he started his bike and drove home, where he was asleep seconds after flopping onto his couch.