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|GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 1, 2003||[[Fred and Persephone are sitting by Sydney]] / Fred: You volunteered to baby-sit the Duncans' daughter? / Persephone: No, I'm getting paid $5 an hour. / Persephone: Besides, we could use the money. You haven't paid Nick our half of the rent yet. / Fred: I can't help it if the university cut funding. / Fred: So... what are you going to do with it? / Persephone: We are going to watch her as she does her thing. / [[Sydney crawls off]] / Fred: What "thing"? / Persephone: Sitting. She's a baby and we watch her sit. How hard is that to follow?|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 2, 2003||[[Fred and Persephone are baby-sitting Sydney]] / Fred: Well, she doesn't seem to grasp the sitting part... / Persephone: Oh, no! Where did Sydney go? / Fred: She appears to have toddled half-way across the room... / Persephone: And straight for Nick's newest invention! / Sydney: Tee Fee! / Fred: What is that thing he's building anyhow? / Persephone: That's not important! What if Sydney gets into Nick's tools? She could hurt herself! / Fred: Maybe she'll fix the thing. Nick's been fuming about it for a week. / Persephone: We have to go after her! If only I could ooze faster!|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, April 3, 2003||[[Persephone catches up with the toddling Sydney]] / Sydney: Wamma wachk tee fee! Term on? / Persephone: Sydney, please come back here! / [[Sydney reaches for the stereo]] / Sydney: Kam ooh term if on? Wamma term if on. / Persephone: No, don't turn the stereo on, Sydney! / [[Sydney grabs the TV remote]] / Sydney: Term diff on? Peez? Term on? On! On! / Persephone: No, no, TV, Sydney! (pant! pant!) / [[Sydney points to Nick's invention]] / Sydney: On! On! On! / Persephone: No, you can't turn on Nick's hypoplasmic thermophasic particle accelerator!|
|GPF Archive: Friday, April 4, 2003||[[Dwayne is calling Persephone from the dinner to check up on Sydney]] / Dwayne: Hello, Persephone? This is Dwayne. How are things going with Sydney? / Persephone: Oh, just fine, Mr. Duncan! / Dwayne: Good. Nicole was rather worried, since she doesn't really know you... / Persephone: Oh, I can definitely understand. I would feel the same way. / Persephone: But I found a way to keep Sydney entertained and happy, so she's doing fine. / Dwayne: Great! What is my little tyke up to then? / [[Sydney is modelling Fred into a shape that resembles a rabbit]] / Sydney: Neeb moe pay dough! / Fred: This is so humiliating. / Persephone: Quiet, Fred.|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, April 5, 2003||[[Nicole and Dwayne pick up Sydney]] / Nicole: Thank you very much for watching Sydney for us, Persephone. / Persephone: You're very welcome, Mrs. Duncan. / Sydney: Bye... / Nicole: Here's your pay. Um, can I ask, what exactly does a slime mold need money for...? / Persephone: Oh, to pay the rent. / Nicole: Oh. / [[Nicole, Dwayne, and Sydney leave the apartment, Sydney's holding Fred]] / Dwayne: See? That wasn't so bad. Sydney had a fun time and she's safe and sound. / Nicole: Sigh... I guess you're right. / [[Nicole removes Fred from Sydney]] / Nicole: Although I wish they had cleaned her up. What is this green stuff? / Fred: Just slip me in that trash can as you go by... / Sydney: Bye, Fed.|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, April 6, 2003||Nick: Mr. Jones, I'm Nick Wellington from GPF Software. Dwayne Duncan sent me over... / Mr. Jones: Ah, yes! Welcome to Goodman Rubber, Nick! / Mr. Jones: Dwayne told me about the minor mix-up with Trent's proposal, and I agree with his plan to let you hash out the details with our head of I/T, Trish. / Mr. Jones: Trish, this is Nick Wellington from GPF. Nick, this is Patricia Marshall. I'll let you two get started. / Nick: Ms. Marshall... / Trish: Trish, please. I've already created a rough draft of a requirements document. If you have a Palm, I can beam it to you. / Nick: Sure. While you do that, I'll go get a quick drink of water. / Trish: Left down the hall, then right. You can't miss it. / Trish (thinking): Cute butt.|
|GPF Archive: Monday, April 7, 2003||[[Nick is with Trish in the Goodman Rubber offices]] / Nick: It looks like we can accommodate all your requirements. We'll want to double-check some of the version numbers first. / [[Nick notices Trish's Palm]] / Nick: Say, that's a nifty keyboard for your Palm. I've always wanted one... / Trish: I take it everywhere. It sure beats writing Graffiti... / Trish: In fact, I just upgraded to a new device... / Nick: Wow... is this the latest model? Mine's horribly out of date... / Nick: I think I'm in love... / Trish: I'd have to agree...|
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 8, 2003||[[Nick & Trish are in her office.]] / Nick: I think we've got a great start here. I'll run this by our staff and make sure they agree. / Trish: Super. / [[Trish looks coyly at Nick.]] / Trish: Say, why don't we get together tonight and discuss your team's thoughts over dinner? / Nick: Um, dinner? / [[Trish stands.]] / Trish: You don't already have plans, do you? / Nick: Technically, um, no... / Trish: Great! I'll meet you at Luigi's at 7. / [[Nick looks nervous. Trish stops at the corner and smiles, looking back over her shoulder.]] / Nick (thinks): Why do I have this gut feeling that Ki is going to kill me?|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 9, 2003||[[Nick gets back to GPF and walks into Ki's office. Sharon is standing behind Ki.]] / Ki: Hey, handsome. How'd the powwow with Goodman Rubber go? / [[Nick tugs at his collar nervously.]] / Nick: Okay, I think... / [[Sharon looks at Nick. Nick's eyes are getting wider and he is getting more nervous.]] / Nick: Um, Ki, do we have any plans tonight? You know, dinner, movie, LAN party... / Ki: Nope. I'm doing laundry tonight. / Nick: You SURE about that? Nothing going on around 7, let's say miles away from Luigi's...? / [[Ki turns around in her seat.]] / Ki: No... But I'm definitely wondering why you'd ask. / [[Nick scratches the back of his head, sweating.]] / Nick: I, um, sort of have a date tonight... / [[Sharon points out of the door and looks solemnly at Ki. Ki is just staring at Nick blankly.]] / Sharon: I'll go wait in the other room. PLEASE don't get bloody fleshy bits in the servers...|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, April 10, 2003||[[Nick is seated before Sharon & Ki. Ki folds her arms. Nick looks nervous.]] / Ki: Let me get this straight. You're having dinner with some girl from Goodman Rubber to discuss their requirements doc? / Nick: Yeah... / Ki: Sounds innocent to me. Just a business dinner... / Sharon: Yeah, but couldn't it wait 'til Monday? And at LUIGI'S? That's pretty swanky for a business dinner. / [[Ki reaches over and puts her hand on Nick's.]] / Ki: Sharon, Nick and I have a mature relationship, and I know him well enough to TRUST him. Do you think he'd come in here and TELL me if he was cheating on me? / [[Sharon puts a finger to her chin, inquisitively.]] / Sharon: Actually, with Nick, I'd half expect it. / [[Ki's eyes narrow a bit, Nick starts sweating profusely.]] / Ki: Yeah, he's almost annoyingly honest in that way... / [[Nick starts shaking.]] / Nick: That's a GOOD thing, right?|
|GPF Archive: Friday, April 11, 2003||[[Ki and Nick are walking through the office.]] / Nick: So you're not upset about me having dinner with the Goodman Rubber girl? / Ki: No, I trust you implicitly. / [[Nick & Ki reach the doorway to the main part of the office.]] / Ki: This is a business function, and I know my Nick will be purely professional. Unless you think SHE is up to something? / Nick: I... don't think so. / [[Nick & Ki pass Dexter and Trent. Ki's arm is on Nick's closest shoulder. Dexter is holding a paper he was explaining to Trent, before Nick & Ki came in. Trent listens to their conversation over his shoulder.]] / Ki: Good. Then you just go on your little dinner date, dazzle her with your talents, and tell me how it went when you get home. / [[Trent looks after them and folds his arms. Dexter drops his arm holding the paper. Trent sneers.]] / Trent: Now why can't I find me a girl like THAT?|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, April 12, 2003||[[Ki explains the situation to Dexter, who is standing next to Sharon, seated on a desk. Ki is seated in a chair, across from them. Ki holds her finger to her chin, thinking. Dexter holds his hand out, recapping what he found out.]] / Dexter: So Nick's going to a business dinner with some chick, but you think she's after his body? / Ki: Unfortunately, yes. / [[Dexter's eyes narrow and he points indistinctly.]] / Dexter: What is it you women SEE in him? What's he got that -I- don't have? / [[Sharon rolls her eyes.]] / Sharon: A waist line instead of an equator? / [[Ki turns her head away.]] / Ki: I can tell Nick is nervous, so even HE suspects she has ulterior motives. I just hope I calmed his nerves some. / [[Sharon's eyes narrow evilly, plotting. She smirks.]] / Sharon: So, are we going to spy on them because you don't trust them? / [[Ki turns, pointing at Sharon.]] / Ki: Of course not! Sharon, you should know better. We'll go spy on them because I don't trust HER. / [[Sharon learns back on the desk, crossing her arms. Her smirk relaxes. Dexter looks nervous. He points to himself.]] / Dexter: "WE"?|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, April 13, 2003||[[Nick arrives at Luigi's. The neon sign over the bar confirms the location. He is sporting his light brown overcoat with a shirt and tie underneath. The maitre'D is busy with another couple.]] / Nick (thinks): Okay, Ki wasn't worried about this, so why should I be? Just another business meeting, but with garlic breadsticks... / [[Trish comes in wearing a blue suitcoat. Her hair is down this time.]] / Nick: Hello, Trish. Glad you could make it. / Trish: Thank you, Nick. I made reservations, so they'll seat us pretty quickly. / [[The maitre'D leads them toward their seats.]] / Nick (thinks): See? Formal, business-like... It was all in my head. All that time when I missed Ki's signals had thrown off my radar. Not that it got used much before then... / [[Trish unbuttons the top button on her coat. Nick is behind her, helping her get the coat off.]] / Trish: Will you help me with my coat? / Nick (thinks): Why is this bothering me? I love Ki, and would never hurt her. My imagination is too wild... / [[Nick pulls her coat off, revealing a very tight red dress that only covers one of her shoulders and shows a bit of her left side. Nick looks down, shocked and nervous.]] / Trish: The view gets better up front... / Nick (thinks): I am SUCH a dead man.|
|GPF Archive: Monday, April 14, 2003||[[Ki, dexter and Sharon arrive at Luigi's. Ki is in a little black dress, Sharon is in a reddish dress with a shawl, and Dexter is in his suit and tie.]] / Ki: Okay, here's the plan. First, we'll scope out the place and find them. Then we offer Nick an escape route if needed. / [[Ki approaches the maitre'D. He looks at them very neutrally.]] / Maitre'D: Ah, Mademoiselle. It has been such a long time. Whom shall we be spying on THIS night? / Ki: Very funny. Three non-smoking. / [[Sharon and Dexter are looking for Nick and Trish, while Ki is still arguing with the maitre'D in the background.]] / Sharon: Do you see them? / [[Dexter is using his hand to shield the lights from his glasses.]] / Dexter: Not quite sure... / Maitre'D: I'm afraid our Voyeur section is full at the moment. / [[Ki is losing patience.]] / Ki: Cute. / [[Sharon squints to try and find them. Dexter jumps at seeing them in the distance.]] / Dexter: Yeowza! Um, I think I found 'em, and she's HOT... / [[Ki folds her arms and looks angrily at the maitre'D.]] / Maitre'D: And we're stricktly BYOB. Bring Your Own Binoculars. / Ki: Ha, ha.|
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 15, 2003||Nick: So we reviewed the document, and it looks fine. We'll have the specs to you sometime next week. / Trish: Great. / Trish: Now that the boring stuff is out of the way, why don't you tell me all about yourself. / Nick: Oh, I-I'm pretty boring. You don't want to hear about me. / Trish: Yes I do. I want to know _everything_. How such a charming, handsome man could be so intelligent and gallant, and I'm guessing creative too. / Nick: Um, you're not talking to some invisible male paragon standing behind me, right? / Trish: No. There's only one paragon I know of around here...|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 16, 2003||Dexter: Man, he put us in the back, so we can't see anything. / Sharon: What's the deal with you and the maitre d'? / Ki: Long story. Dex, you said you saw them? / Dexter: Yeah, over in that far corner. And from what I saw, she's a geek goddess. / Ki: Rats. This could still be innocent, but I don't like the sound of it. / Dexter: Not to worry. I will woo her with my charm and she'll forget all about Nick. / Dexter: You know, rolling on the floor laughing isn't exactly lady-like, you two...|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, April 17, 2003||[[Nick is getting more nervous. Trish's hand is approaching his.]] / Nick: Um, look, Trish, I'm really flattered at this attention, but... / Trish: All I've said is the truth as I've seen it. / [[Nick tugs at his collar. Trish explains her point with her hands, smiling.]] / Nick: Uh, what I mean is I think we should keep our relationship professional... / Trish: Why? You're a cute geek guy, and I'm a cute geek girl. We should transcend jobs. / [[Nick points to himself and sweats terribly. Trish points to herself, as well.]] / Nick: You hardly know me! How can you base a relationship on just a few hours? / Trish: Who said I wanted a relationship? A night of lustful passion will do. / Nick: This could be interpreted as... IS THAT YOUR FOOT?! / [[Nick jumps a mile, as if struck by lightning. Trish smiles even more coyly.]] / Trish: Giggle! Feels like you could reach over here with something else...|
|GPF Archive: Friday, April 18, 2003||[[Ki gets up from the table with Sharon and Dexter.]] / Ki: You two stay here. I'm going to see if I can learn anything. / Sharon: How are you going to get near them? / [[Ki walks away, Sharon and Dexter look after her.]] / Ki: Let's just say I know where all the potted plants are in this place. / [[Ki walks past the maitre d'.]] / Maitre D': We've installed Closed-Circuit TV in the ladies' powder room so you can spy on the men's washroom... / Ki: Shut your pie hole, jerk. / [[Ki peers out from behind a bush to see Nick sweating profusely and Trish is smiling still.]] / Ki (thinks): There they are. And that dress says anything BUT business dinner to me...|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, April 19, 2003||[[Nick stands to leave. He narrows his eyes angrily.]] / Nick: Trish, I'm sorry, but I don't think this is appropriate. I have to leave. / [[Trish is surprised at Nick's reaction.]] / Trish: What? NO! Please! / [[Trish looks down, shamed.]] / Trish: I-I'm sorry! I have this bad habit of coming on too strongly, and I did it again! It's just I... I really like you, and I thought, maybe, you might feel the same way... / [[Shot of Ki standing behind the plant, happy about Nick's reaction.]] / Nick: I'm sorry, Trish, but I don't. I have a girlfriend whom I love, and I'm not about to leave her. / [[Nick turns to leave, Trish stands up, throwing out a plea.]] / Trish: Oh, that's not necessary! I'm perfectly willing to SHARE! / [[Nick AND Ki are shocked and jump at the proposal.]]|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, April 20, 2003||[[Ki comes out from behind the bush and crosses her arms. Nick snaps his head around.]] / Ki: I regret to inform you that you can't very well SHARE what isn't YOURS in the first place... / Trish: And who are YOU? / [[Nick furiously whispers to Ki.]] / Nick (whispers): What are YOU doing here? / Ki (whispers): Saving your butt. / Nick (whispers): Because you TRUST me so well to SPY on me. / Ki (whispers): We'll clear that up later. / [[Nick angrily makes introductions. Trish's expression turns to shame.]] / Nick: Trish, this is my girlfriend, Ki. Ki, this is Trish. / Ki: Trish the Tramp. Got it. / [[Nick is upset with Ki's comment. Trish lowers her head.]] / Nick: Trish, the representative of our oldest CUSTOMER... / Trish: Look, I'm sorry. I've overstepped a boundary I didn't know was there. I'm sorry... / [[Nick and Ki turn and leave.]] / Nick: I think it's time for us to leave. / Trish (desperate): Please! We can talk this through! just the three of us at my place! / [[Trish grins, hopefully.]] / Trish: We'll talk, eat, have a threesome... Nick can just watch if he wants... / [[Nick and Ki nearly jump out of their skin.]]|
|GPF Archive: Monday, April 21, 2003||[[Dexter and Sharon approach Nick and Ki. Nick doesn't look happy.]] / Sharon: There you are! We were about to come looking for you! / Ki: We're leaving. / [[Nick and Ki walk past Dexter and Sharon, visibly fuming.]] / Sharon: So... everything has been resolved? / Nick: Not quite yet, but we're done here. / [[Sharon raises an eyebrow after they leave. Dexter watches them go.]] / [[After Sharon leaves, Dexter struts off back into the restaurant, adjusting his tie.]] / Dexter: Yep, woo her with my charms...|
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 22, 2003||[[Dexter enters and approaches Trish, who is looking depressed.]] / Dexter: So you work at a rubber company, right? Guess that means you get plenty of dates... Heh heh... / [[Trish looks angrily at Dexter over her shoulder. Dexter is shocked at such a strong reaction.]] / Trish: Forget it, buster. There's no way I'm THAT desperate. / [[Dexter hangs his head low.]] / Dexter (dejectedly): Dang. / [[Trish grabs his arm, and starts pulling him. Dexter is surprised by her forcefulness.]] / Trish: Who am I kidding? I AM that desperate.|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 23, 2003||[[Sharon is seated behind Nick and Ki in Nick's car. Nick and Ki have furious looks on their faces.]] / Sharon (annoyed): So, are you two just going to be mad at each other the whole drive home? / [[Sharon looks out her window, still annoyed.]] / [[Nick and Ki look at each other with neutral looks.]] / Ki: I'm sorry I "spied" on you. I was just looking out for you. / Nick: I know. I'm sorry I got mad at you for that. / [[Sharon is surprised at the calm "argument."]] / [[Sharon crosses her arms, somewhat annoyed. Nick and Ki hold hands, returning to normal.]] / Sharon: You two are weird. In love, yes, but still weird.|
|GPF Archive: Thursday, April 24, 2003||[[Dwayne is walking with Nick in the office and Ki is following them.]] / Dwayne: I'm very sorry to hear about all this, but I'm glad you told me about it, Nick. / Nick: I almost hate to, Dwayne, but Trish's actions were wholly inappropriate. I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding, though, and we can work through it. / [[Ki raises an eyebrow at Nick.]] / [[Dwayne turns to face Nick.]] / Dwayne: Actually, you can't. Mr. Jones informed me that Trish was fired for something unrelated, like misuse of company property. / Ki: I'm sure the janitor will never look at that plunger the same way again... / [[Dwayne gives Ki a VERY stern look and Nick raises an eyebrow.]] / Dwayne: NOW who's being inappropriate?|
|GPF Archive: Friday, April 25, 2003||[[Sharon is standing behind Ki, who is behind Nick, who is seated at his desk.]] / Sharon: So Trish got fired, even before you could file a sexual harassment claim? / Nick: Well, I wouldn't have gone THAT far, but yes. / [[Shot of Ki & Sharon.]] / Ki: Good riddance, I say. I wonder exactly why she got fired. / [[Sharon looks around.]] / Sharon: Um, I wonder about something closer to home... / [[Nick and Ki look inquisitively at Sharon.]] / Sharon: Have either of you seen Dexter today? / [[Dexter looks stunned, sitting in the middle of a garbage dump. Seagulls fly overhead.]] / Dexter (thinks): Where am I?|
|GPF Archive: Saturday, April 26, 2003||[[A dark-haired woman stands in a building, looking down over the dump and Dexter, standing up, trying to get his bearings.]] / Lady (thinks): Bah... That man with the mass of a small planet was no help at all. Fortunately, he shouldn't remember anything by now. / [[The lady moves toward the exit of the building, looking once more at the garbage heap.]] / Lady (thinks): He hasn't known Wellington long enough to have the information I need. Oshiro might, but I doubt I can get close to her now. / [[The lady leaves the building and heads for a car. The building has a big sign saying, "City Dump."]] / Lady (thinks): I was too reckless, too direct. But being so close made me impatient. I can't afford such carelessness, not when I'm this close to achieving the goal. / [[The lady stops and looks over her shoulder. Trish's eyes narrow as she looks back at the dump.]] / Trish (thinks): I'll get what I need from you, Nicholas Wellington... Even if I have to KILL you for it... / Narration Text: To Be Continued?|
|GPF Archive: Sunday, April 27, 2003||[[Persephone looks on as Nick is working furiously on an invention.]] / Persephone: Goodness... Nick's been absorbed in this new invention for weeks. Whenever he's not at work or with Ki, he's mesmerized my it. / [[Persephone turns to Fred, who is lost in his work on the computer.]] / Persephone: Fred, do you think it's healthy for him to be so lost in his work? He never even looks up. I think... Oh, never mind... / [[Fred is speaking with "LITDEAN" on IRC as "THEPROF."]] / LITDEAN: We are deeply concerned about your your performance. You *did* vanish for months last year... / THEPROF: I explained that. i was under medical examination. / [[Fred types out another message.]] / LITDEAN: Yes, but you failed every single student last semester. / THEPROF: That's because they didn't know the difference between Chaucer and Chopin... / LITDEAN: Then did we neglect to mention we tried to verify your accreditation, and discovered no such person as a "Frederick Physarum?" / [[Fred looks worried.]] / THEPROF: Um... / LITDEAN: You're fired. / [[Fred looks around.]] / Fred: Hm... That didn't quite go as well as I expected...|
|GPF Archive: Monday, April 28, 2003||[[Ki is watching Nick work, as Persephone crawls up her back and peers over her shoulder.]]
/ Persephone: So you're okay with Nick's tinkering?
/ Ki: Prof. Wisebottom said this would happen. I'll give him 'til seven before I bring him to reality. / Ki: So Fred got fired from his online university gig?
/ Persephone: Yes. I'm so worried about him. I've never seen him like this... / [[Ki turns to walk into Nick's living room.]]
/ Persephone: He's becoming depressed and apathetic. He hasn't moved since he got the news.
/ Ki: Depression's normal when people when they lose their job. We just have to help him. / [[Ki finds Fred in the armchair, holding a beverage can and the remote to the TV, with a gut starting to form. Ki is shocked by the sight.]]
/ Persephone: Yes, but... Have you ever seen a slime mold with two-day stubble?
/ Ki: I have no idea how to respond to that.
/ Fred: <
|GPF Archive: Tuesday, April 29, 2003||Ki: Fred, we know it hurts to lose your job, but you can't sit around and mope. / Fred: Bah. / Ki: This is the time to be proactive. You have to get up on your pseudopods and start looking. A job won't just fall in your lap. / Fred: And what sort of job do you suggest I look for, hm? Who will hire a slime mold with no formal education or experience? / Ki: Um, right. We need to find your a job where you don't have to talk to anyone face to face. / Persephone: Good. He doesn't have a face.|
|GPF Archive: Wednesday, April 30, 2003||[[Ki and Persephone are thinking of jobs to get Fred. Nick is working on a small remote-sized invention with a screwdriver.]]
/ Ki: What kind of job can we find for Fred where he doesn't have to directly interface with people? / [[Ki leans in to Persephone.]]
/ Persephone: What about phone tech support? No one can tell from his voice he's a slime mold.
/ Ki: True, but he'd still have to interview, so that won't work. / [[Ki sits back up. Nick sticks his tongue out, trying to improve his dexterity.]]
/ Persephone: What if he interviews with someone who already knows he's a slime mold?
/ Ki: But who-- / Ki: THAT'S IT!
/ [[Nick jumps, making his screwdriver slip and cross circuits, providing him with a big jolt, on top of the added surprise of Ki's screaming.]]
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