Oralind IconCoffee Break

The plantation fan overhead rotated lazily and mostly ineffectively, occasionally trying hard to muster enough energy to riffle the corner of the newspaper I was reading.  The heat on this island was as oppressive as the jungle was dangerous.  Otomai in the summer can be lovely, splashing in the waves once you clear the beaches of coral and shoo the crabs away.  The heat can also slam you down into a hammock on your veranda and keep you there, drowsily wishing for a cocktail to appear in the hand of someone whose only desire was to fulfil all your wishes.

And yet, lazing away the afternoon wasn’t on my agenda today.   My kit sat on a chair as I perused the paper, waiting for the local taxi to trundle up.  I’d packed the night before and had read up on the new mission.  If I was a betting person, I’d bank on bloodshed being spilled before night’s end.  Despite this being a select, highly-trained and adaptable crew .. shit could get real.  Skeunk wasn’t famous for giving away over his dofuses like so many hotel lotions.  Polite wasn’t a concept that he knew, although legend said he could occasionally be generous to those who bested him.  We were about to make the attempt.   God have mercy on our souls.


This week saw ShadowDancer make an appearance and the return of Ferrahballah who was excitedly dashing around investigating old haunts.  We said a fond farewell to Sunburn who returns to school and promises to visit our forums.  Give her some stuff to visit.  Let’s see some action on the boards!

Congratulations are in order for two of our members, Fish-Stick and Oralind.   Fishie and Ora have reached the 150 mile marker.  Sooo … time to hand over the keys to the executive washroom, Intuo.


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