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 Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2005 9:03 am
Dash walks in and flips on the lights.
With a fizzling pop, some of them turn on, leaving a few behind in bright glory. A quiet background hum emanates from seemingly nowhere.
"I guess I'd better go about fixing some of these lights."
Dash bolts towards the access ladder and begins looking for easy ways up to the ceiling.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 10:41 pm
Having fixed most of the flickers and whirring, Dash drags in a beat-up comfy chair reconstructed hastily from leftovers in the dump, a small card table, and a monitor.
After a few more minutes of fiddling, Dash stops, looks over his work, and thinks to himself Damn, this is a nice crib.
Dash has successfully constructed his "crib," where he will "hang" from time to time, leaving the doors open for anyone to waltz in and "visit."
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