SquirtLaWort: CF: ::walks up to the big mansion
owned by Mrs. Madison and rings the door bell::
YarnKittymon: : ::a butler answers, his expression without judgment:: May I help you, sir?
SquirtLaWort: CF: Yes, I'm here to see Donald Quinn, I belive he's expecting me.
YarnKittymon: : ::the butler nods politely:: Right this way, sir. ::leads the way up a flight of stairs, and through a couple hallways, all beautifully carpeted; knocks on a big mahogany door:: Mister Quinn, your visitor is here.
DL: ::opens the door:: Mr Fisher!
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::smiles:: Hello Mr. Quinn, ::puts out his hand::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::shakes his hand:: Please, come in. Hurry! ::to the butler:: You may go, Mr. Colter.
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::watches the butler leave:: I'm glad to get to meet with you again. So are you going to tell what exactally the plans are now?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::has a strange look on his face, almost giddy; motions to a desk in the corner of his large study-type room:: I think you're just in time. Come on! ::goes to the desk and drops to his knees, staring almost reverently at a charred thing sitting on it::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::cringes:: Uh, what is that?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::touches the thing with his finger:: It's a rat; don't you see it? It's still dead; you may check to make sure if you'd like.
SquirtLaWort: CF: No thanks I'll take your word for it. ::wonders why there would be a dead rat on his desk but doesn't say anything::
YarnKittymon: DL: I think he'll wake up soon.
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::raises and eyebrow:: Wake up? I thought it was dead.
YarnKittymon: DL: For now, but I've no doubt he'll return to life.
SquirtLaWort: CF: Now that would be something!
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, just keep watching. It seems as exciting as watching paint dry right now, but as soon as he starts twitching...he's not even rotting anymore.
SquirtLaWort: CF: Alright, I'll buy it but he better come to life I don't want to wast my time looking at a dead rat.
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, pull up a chair. ::keeps his eyes on the rat, still enthralled::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::reluctantly sits in a chair and stares at the rat, hoping that Donald isn't just some nut case.::
YarnKittymon: : ::absolutely nothing happens for a good twenty minutes::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::sighs, tired of looking at the ugly dead rat, looks over at Donald:: This has been fun and all but I do have other things to do.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::doesn't take his gaze from the rat:: Wait--look! Listen! I think it's breathing!
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::looks back at the rat but doesn't see anything:: Are you sure?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::cautiously puts his hand out and touches the rat's stomach; it twitches a little, making a pathetic squeak::
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::gasps:: It's alive!
YarnKittymon: DL: ::his face lights up with a grin:: You see? It's just as I promised!
SquirtLaWort: CF: That's unbelivable! How on earth did you do it?
YarnKittymon: DL: I can't say, exactly, but I promise if you help me with the plan, I'll do the same to you.
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::smiles:: Hopefully not burn me to crisp and throw me on your desk for display.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::laughs:: No, no! You know what I meant!
SquirtLaWort: CF: Yes of course, now what is it that you want me to do?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::still smiling:: Just wait for the opportunity, and do what I say without question. Probably not any murder or anything, and if it does come to that, I'll do the worst of it.
SquirtLaWort: CF: Sounds fair enough, but I hope I can do this soon I hate waiting.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::quietly:: You weren't waiting for a woman, were you?
SquirtLaWort: CF: Why? Do you have women to just give away or something?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: No, but I had this talk with Tony, at least--if you want to spend your whole life with someone, you should find her before we do this. I doubt we'll get more than one chance, you know.
SquirtLaWort: CF: Oh, I see. hmm that's gonna be hard to choose just who I want. Well, do you think I can have two?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: I doubt it. Who do you have in mind?
SquirtLaWort: CF: There's these girls I've been going to clubs with, the're all fun but I really like these two girls in particular.
YarnKittymon: DL: Well, don't you think you could narrow it down in the next couple weeks?
SquirtLaWort: CF: I suppose I'll have to do that, I hope I pick the right one.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::nods soberly; quietly:: Perhaps I should have a backup plan, myself...
SquirtLaWort: CF: Yeah.. but this is great! we're gonna live forever! I still can hardly belive it.
YarnKittymon: DL: It *is* amazing...I'm still nervous. But soon there won't be any need to fear anything, ever again...
SquirtLaWort: CF: And I thought you were just making it up at first, I need to go celebrate or something.
YarnKittymon: DL: ::smiles:: I was feeling a bit downhearted earlier. ::picks up the rat; swings it around, and then sets it gently in a cage, and hides it under his bed:: Let's go out!
SquirtLaWort: CF: Yeah! got any place in mind? Something fun?
YarnKittymon: DL: We could go to Coney Island if you'd like--or just to Fifty-Second Street and get roaring drunk!
SquirtLaWort: CF: ::laughs:: Anyplace that I can get roaring drunk sounds fun.
YarnKittymon: DL: Then let's go! I'll drive! And I'm buying! ::walks out of his room, whistling::
SquirtLaWort: CF: Alright! ::follows him out::
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