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 Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 5:16 pm
DTD Detective Agency
Hunching your shoulders against the rain, you hurry through the deserted street. You hear a sign creaking above you. "Odd," you think, as you know this area down to the very weeds and have never noticed a sign hanging above the deserted warehouse door. You stare up, blinking through the rain, and read the weather worn sign. DTD Detective Agency. Frowning, you slip inside. Since when has your small town ever needed a detective agency? Dripping water on the floor, you walk down the echoing halls. After awhile, you come to a door. A sign on the front, similar to the one outside, tells you you've reached your destination. You step inside, only to find yourself transported through time. Looking down, you find yourself dressed in old-fashioned clothes. You stare for a long moment, before realizing everything is in black and white. You're about to leave before someone appears behind the desk in front of you. It's a young girl, black hair framing her face. What's truly odd about her, however, is her clothes. She is dressed exactly like the fabled Sherlock Holmes, the coat, hat, everything. She looks up from the drawer she was digging through, and spots you. "Well, what is it? You aren't the only one with a problem today, and help doesn't stick around long around here." Gasping, you stagger backwards into the hallway, leaving the door open. Looking into the room again, you see it's merely a storage room. You step in hesitantly once more, and you're in black and white again. The girl is standing in front of her desk now, tapping her foot, mouth twisted slightly in irritation. "I hate it when people do that. This place doesn't truly exist if you don't give me a problem to solve, and since you obviously have a problem - you couldn't find me if you didn't - you better shut the door, sit down, and talk." Startled, you close the door and move into a chair.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 5:17 pm
Moving back behind the desk, Sherlock Holmes female version - as you've come to call her in your thoughts - sits in a chair, hands folded on top of the desk. "I don't have all the time in the world, business and duty calls. So, while I'm gone, I want you to fill out this form." She pulls a clipboard out of a drawer and tosses it to you. Catching it, you scan quickly over the form.[B]Name:[/B]
[B]Gender:[/B]
[B]General Problem:[/B]
[B]Any other details/specifics:[/B]
[B]Other:[/B] Looking up from the form, you see that the girl has silently disappeared. Grabbing a pencil, you fill out the form as quickly as you can.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 5:19 pm
You finish the form just as the girl walks back in. She sees the filled out papers. "Good. I'll get on this right away. Your problem will be solved ASAP and to the best of my abilities." You reach for your wallet, but the girl - Merdeka, you realize is her name - shakes her head. "Nope. This is a non-profit organization. No pay." Smiling, she shooes you out the door. You're back in full color. You look down at your clothes to find them back to normal. The room is a closet once more. Shaking your head, you walk off, figuring the whole experience to be a daydream.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 5:22 pm
A few days later, your missing dragon is sitting happily on your couch.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 5:14 pm
OK xd DTDDA is fully operational now 3nodding whee
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 9:15 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 12:01 am
=CONFIDENTIAL=
This message had self destructed 10 seconds ago. How are you still reading?
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 4:07 pm
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