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    <name>Alex West</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-10T21:04:13Z</updated>
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    <title>Thread Links</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T05:43:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T21:04:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;July 8th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokerswildwest.livejournal.com/833.html"&gt;Pre-Milliways OOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17204298.html?thread=717373258#t717373258"&gt;Entrance to Milliways - Bond&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;slowtime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17204298.html?thread=717400906#t717400906"&gt;Entrance to Milliways - Mary Anne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17204851.html?thread=717632883#t717632883"&gt;Remy's Entrance&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;slowtime&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July 9th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17218296.html?thread=717955576#t717955576"&gt;Griffin in the flesh - Elda&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;slowtime&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>OOM : Pre-Milliways</title>
    <published>2007-07-09T01:16:32Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-09T01:16:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Temple of the Midnight Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"West, you do realize, that if you fail to figure out how to get the piece, there will be no payment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to get the piece, I just need to read the inscriptions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well we only have another few hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm well aware of your time schedule, however, unless you suddenly learn to read this ancient language, you will be operating on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; time schedule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one thing you did not do to Alex West -- rush him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when he was attempting to figure out ancient inscriptions in the middle of a snow-filled temple, when one wrong utterance of a word could prove costly, to the point of death instead of profit, and while Alex enjoyed profit, he would forsake it to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which in this case, would prove difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well what do you have so far?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex eyed the pad of paper in his hand, full of sketches and drawings, as well as the lines of a poem, before reading it off. &lt;i&gt;'the light of the sun / cannot be undone / for riches and gold / you will have to run'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I knew, we'd be out of here, wouldn't we." He retorted, rolling his eyes before he gazed about the interior of the temple, then allowed a small smile to cross his features. "There," a nod towards the ceiling. "That's what we need to do." A reach into his waistband to draw his firearm, and he aimed carefully before taking his shot at the sun motif inscribed into the ceiling. There was a crumbling noise as stone fell and snow rushed down, but as the sunlight streamed into the temple, the beam lit up a small statue of some god or something. He didn't care. He strode over to it, and carefully lifted the statue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...did you hear that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex glanced over. "Hear what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creaking groan echoed throughout the empty space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush of cold, chilled, winter air came swift, then the soft rumble of snow...that wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not good.</content>
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