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2006-08-17T15:46:18Z

bite me for editing

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	'''TO BE EDITED BY BOX OFFICE STAFF ONLY'''		'''TO BE EDITED BY BOX OFFICE STAFF ONLY'''

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	ya think?		ya think?

			==Fourth Interruption==

			Post-Apocalyptic Theatre Sci-fi is obviously the way to go.

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	OK. This is bizarre.		OK. This is bizarre.

			==Third Interuption==

			ya think?

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	Things were certainly different these days, different since the collapse and the forming of the packs. Despite all of the changes, the far more remarkable part of the revolution was those things that had stayed the same.		Things were certainly different these days, different since the collapse and the forming of the packs. Despite all of the changes, the far more remarkable part of the revolution was those things that had stayed the same.

			==Second Interuption==

			OK. This is bizarre.

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	As that lucky kitten, named Lucky ironically, paw-footed by Dee was in her usual full-flow rant about Buttercups and, because she'd had a couple of drinks, Jaffa Cakes.		As that lucky kitten, named Lucky ironically, paw-footed by Dee was in her usual full-flow rant about Buttercups and, because she'd had a couple of drinks, Jaffa Cakes.

			== Chapter Two Point One (Graeme says it's not kosher to extend previous chapters) ==

	Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.		Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.

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	Emma pulled the sheets up from the sofa and around her body.		Emma pulled the sheets up from the sofa and around her body.

	"Good," said Claire, casting her eyes unappreciatively over her momentary view of Emma's body, "you're up at last. I don't even want to know what you did to deserve the sofa ~~tonight~~. You were supposed to be getting lunch ready half an hour ago. So get moving."		"Good," said Claire, casting her eyes unappreciatively over her momentary view of Emma's body, "you're up at last. I don't even want to know what you did to deserve the sofa last night. You were supposed to be getting lunch ready half an hour ago. So get moving."

	Claire's head disappeared as fast as it had arrived and Emma was left alone again. She pulled on yesterday's clothes and pushed her way through to the kitchen where Michael and Fred were already up and preparing vegetables.		Claire's head disappeared as fast as it had arrived and Emma was left alone again. She pulled on yesterday's clothes and pushed her way through to the kitchen where Michael and Fred were already up and preparing vegetables.

212.225.13.42 at 21:31, 11 March 2006

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	Emma woke up sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-urban streets of Edinburgh creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets as if from the web of a huge spider.		Emma woke up sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-urban streets of Edinburgh creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets as if from the web of a huge spider.

	The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room with arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.		The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room with arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters and pipes the week before to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.

	Claire pushed her head into the office around the door.		Claire pushed her head into the office around the door.

212.225.13.42 at 21:29, 11 March 2006

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	Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.		Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.

	Emma woke up sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-urban streets of Edinburgh creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets, as if from the web of a huge spider.		Emma woke up sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-urban streets of Edinburgh creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets as if from the web of a huge spider.

	The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room with arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.		The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room with arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.

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 Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood, and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.
-Emma woke up, sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-industrial suburbs creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper.
+Emma woke up, sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-industrial suburbs creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets, as if from the web of a huge spider.
-The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room, arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted, pumping his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten.
+The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room, arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet, as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now, and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.

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	As that lucky kitten, named Lucky ironically, paw-footed by Dee was in her usual full-flow rant about Buttercups and, because she'd had a couple of drinks, Jaffa Cakes.		As that lucky kitten, named Lucky ironically, paw-footed by Dee was in her usual full-flow rant about Buttercups and, because she'd had a couple of drinks, Jaffa Cakes.

	Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood, and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.		Daisy and Lucky debated politik for a good half hour, exchanging many a rhetoric among their frivolous debate. However, before long Unlucky the Militant Hamster turned up and laid into Lucky and Dee with his AK-47. The tattered remains of the happy debators lay, turning the ground crimson with their spilt blood and slowly the garden turned to the browned wasteland of despair.

	Emma woke up, sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-~~industrial suburbs~~ creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets, as if from the web of a huge spider.		Emma woke up sweating, damp against the stained fabric of the sofa. The red dawn of the post-urban streets of Edinburgh creeped through the gaps in the fraying curtains, patterning the far wall's peeling paper. She wrestled herself free from the sofa and its sheets, as if from the web of a huge spider.

	The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room, arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet, as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now, and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.		The air was humid. She stood in the centre of the room with arms aloft, shaking off the nightmarish vision of the hamster, teeth gritted and emptying his machine-gun's clip into the innocent flower and kitten. The wooden floorboards were warm under her feet as they always were these days. The summers were much hotter now and rain was rare. Jack and Fred had rigged a crude system of gutters to catch what water could be yeilded from the smudgy clouds.

	Claire pushed her head into the office around the door.		Claire pushed her head into the office around the door.
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	Emma pulled the sheets up from the sofa and around her body.		Emma pulled the sheets up from the sofa and around her body.

	"Good," said Claire, casting her eyes unappreciatively over ~~the~~ momentary view of Emma's body, "you're up at last. I don't even want to know what you did to deserve the sofa tonight. You were supposed to be getting lunch ready half an hour ago. So get moving."		"Good," said Claire, casting her eyes unappreciatively over her momentary view of Emma's body, "you're up at last. I don't even want to know what you did to deserve the sofa tonight. You were supposed to be getting lunch ready half an hour ago. So get moving."

	Claire's head disappeared as fast as it had arrived, and Emma was left alone again. She pulled on yesterday's clothes and pushed her way through to the kitchen, where Michael and Fred were already up and preparing vegetables.		Claire's head disappeared as fast as it had arrived and Emma was left alone again. She pulled on yesterday's clothes and pushed her way through to the kitchen where Michael and Fred were already up and preparing vegetables.

	"Emma," said Michael, a good deal more kindly than Claire. "Potatoes need peeling, carrots need chopping. And how are you?"		"Emma," said Michael, a good deal more kindly than Claire. "Potatoes need peeling, carrots need chopping. And how are you?"
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	Emma nodded.		Emma nodded.

	"Well, put it out of your mind if you can. We've got lunch to prepare, and we're doing a run outside today too. So it's especially important that the runners get fed."		"Well, put it out of your mind if you can. We've got lunch to prepare and we're doing a run outside today too. So it's especially important that the runners get fed and fed well."

	"Got it," Emma replied. The potatoes were already stacked up on the bar, next to the largest pan and the peeler. She set to work, and after the first few potatoes were peeled, Fred turned from his work at the sink and began chopping them into the cavernous pan. He remained silent, as was ~~his style~~.		"Got it," Emma replied. The potatoes were already stacked up on the bar next to the largest pan and the peeler. She set to work and after the first few potatoes were peeled, Fred turned from his work at the sink and began chopping them into the cavernous pan. He remained silent, as usual.

			The kitchen, like the office and much of the building, was damp. They used it for preparing food for all of the refugees in the theatre, bringing in what raw vegetables and tinned products they could on the so-called 'runs' out into the Edinburgh wasteland and then processing it into vats of soup for the pack. The runs were dangerous, nobody liked to go on them save a few - the hardest of the pack - those with experience of conflict. Watching people leave on a run was almost as frightening as being on it - you could never be sure who would come back, and who wouldn't.

			Things were certainly different these days, different since the collapse and the forming of the packs. Despite all of the changes, the far more remarkable part of the revolution was those things that had stayed the same.