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This rubble covered area is all that remains of the Bradford Suites Hotel, which burned to the ground in 1997. The circumstances of the fire were never discovered. The debris here makes for excellent hiding spaces for the indigent and a place to resolve disputes away from the prying eyes of the law.
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Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): Carefully. "Mmm... are you still running the little side business? The... home movies?"
ALL the ST: "Oh" A chuckle, "Yes. A profitable if small side business. Why?"
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): "Do you think there is a possibility... perhaps, as the nights grow close and long... the band you use might be persuaded to play... a few requests?"
ALL the ST: "Are you kidding? They love their work. Sure."
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): His grin is dark and pleased. "Well there we are then. I'll get them TO the site, and away. All your people have to do is what they usually do. Play... and record."
ALL the ST: "And then... yes. It would work."
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): "They wake with a telling sample, and a warning that further... misbehaviors.... will find the sample and the rest of it .... available. To all. Like a ... was it tramp?"
ALL the ST: "One must be careful about legal ramfications, but yes... I think we might be able to use that , and perhaps more than preventing further. Maybe they'll agree to adopt a section of highway for a month or look after the elderly?"
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): "Volunteer in a women's shelter?"
ALL the ST: "Mmm, under some supervision, yes, something like that. Maybe they'll be a bit more empathic after that."
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): He nods. "Very well. Check the schedule, set a date, and let me know?"
ALL the ST: "Surely, they'll enoy their fall I'm sure. 18 year olds do need to use some energy now and then."
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): He chuckles. "Oh Dearest, we really must talk of the Fall sometime, ourselves. Is it my year to host Trick or Treat?"
ALL the ST: "You know, it might be. And yes, we must talk about a lot of things. Not now though. I go on in ...fifteen minutes."
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): "Ohhhh...." He purrs, and crosses to her to take her hands. "Then I should go and let you prepare." He kisses her hands. "I'll watch." With a wicked twinkle.
ALL the ST: "Speaking of Fall, you just can't wait till I slip something Unseelie on" *A sly smirk* "You just know I'm going to be petty putty in your hands then. Fiend."
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): "Goddess." Dark and smooth, the most wicked chocolate. "You've never been putty or petty in anyone's hands you didn't wish to be. We'll talk." He releases her. "Just now, you need to prepare, Dearest."
ALL the ST: "Ah yes... prepared like a good scout" *And she bends over to kiss him once on the cheek and then she slips away*
Emerson C. Stodgepole (elder boggan gent): He hates to see her leave... but he loves to watch her go. With a sigh, he goes to claim a spot in the audience where he can watch the audience watch her. And... a shot of whiskey.
ALL the ST: The whiskey is strong, but it's its the way she moves that really burns going down.... (END SCENE)