DotFR ~Prologue: Sowing the Seeds~ <Closed Thread>

[Boz]

Walking up the stone stairs, Boz places the key into the lock and turns it.
The door opens silenly. Taking a step into the lobby, Boz looks around and smiles.


Yep, this is it.. this is the new home of DotFR!


Walking over to the lobby desk, Boz sits down and leans back. Looking up, his thoughts quickly turn towards the need for a receptionist... he wonders if he can persaude the members to allow him to interview for the position.

Looking at his watch, he figures he can take some time to think about what qualifications a DotFR receptionist should have, while he waits for his comrades to come and assist him in getting the place up to snuff and ready for the business of Drafting a Constitution and promoting the ideas of Freedom and Liberty.

[Iberius.]

Iberius walks through the doors. He takes a look around.
"Hmm well, this place looks like it will work."

Iberius walks over to Boz. " Ok so whats the plan?"

[Iberius.]

Iberius walks through the doors. He takes a look around.
"Hmm well, this place looks like it will work."

Iberius walks over to Boz. " Ok so whats the plan?"

[Cru]

Two weeks ago, they had rather unceremoniously dug a hole to the left of the drive leading up to the abandoned warehouse and thrown a few appleseeds in it. Afterall, if it was good enough for Johnny Appleseed to plant apple trees, then it was good enough for the members of DotFR and somehow symbolic.

It had rained since, hard. The sun had not shone enough to dry the water up, so the lot the warehouse stood on was muddy. The seeds had obviously enjoyed the rain, tender young roosts and sprouts swelling and bursting through the tough skins, pushing upwards through the muck to find the sun and downwards seeking enrichment and stability.

The lot was a fairly large one, on the outskirts of town on the wrong side of the tracks. Property values were low here...it was not the only abandoned warehouse. The building was picked up for a song.

It didn't look like much from the outside just yet, but in the briefcase, beside Cru were plans for the development of the DotFR Headquarters, drawn up by Boz and others, one of which was for a gun range and training facility out back.

Cru took the last of the three stakes, she had painted flourescent orange and shoved it into the mud around the apple seedlings. "That should help protect them." She murmured to herself. She did that alot, talking to herself, that is, not shoving stakes into mud, although usually she could get away with saying she was talking to the cats. The cats weren't allowed at DotFR headquarters though, (even DotFR would not be safe from the 9 demon spawned cats). Iberius walked by just then. Gah! I wonder if he heard me talking to myself? Cru made a mental note...Stop talking out loud to self.

The apple seedlings protected, Cru followed Iberius inside, briefcase in hand.

"So, what's the plan?" Iberius greeted Boz. Cru almost speaking at the same time. "Uh huh. Still daydreaming I see. Once you get a notion..." She grinned playfully at Iberius, then Boz. "So...I do hope that this receptionist you are planning on hiring will actually be able to take dictation and type...maybe even use a computer..." She teased.

"I've already placed the ad, so I am sure that we will swamped with applicants soon enough....so until then, why don't you guys go over the plans for the range, while you have the chance. The others will be here soon and then everyone will be talking at once, discussing our Charter and Constitution, where to hang pictures and the flag, and... of course....who will be the lucky one to interview the applicants for receptionist."

[Boz]

Oh... Iberius, Cru... How's it goin'?

Ummm.. I was just ehhh... thinking about our staff situation.
So, I suppose we should start getting the place cleaned up.
When the cleaning supplies I ordered arrive, I suppose we should start with the Conference room, since our first order of business should be getting the constitution drafted.

Then, I'm thinking we should get the Range functional, after all... that's probably the 2nd most important issue.

Oh... yeah, since you two are the first to arrive, you should go claim yer offices now... because once everyone shows up, all the prime ones will be snatched up.

[Isildur]

Walking through the door is a strange figure. Dark green in color, largely shapeless, with a silver belt. As you look closer, you can see that the dark green color and formless shape is caused by some kind of covering that the person (the man? its hard to be sure under that covering) has put on, cutting out holes for arms & feet and joining two separate pieces with a silvery sticky substance a few inches wide at the middle. The dark green substance crinkles as the person moves.

You can't make out the face, but you can see that two holes have been cut for the eyes, although they are then covered by some form of sealed goggles. You can guess that there is a cut out for the mouth and/or nose, but it is covered by a surgical mask.

Hello all! I came as soon as I heard where we were gathering.

You are probably wondering about my outfit....well, I heard we would be "sowing the seed", and I knew Enty might show up, so I just wanted to make sure I was well covered if he gets a little out of control. You know that guy can go off like a spider monkey without much warning.

Now if you just reassure me exactly what is meant by "sowing the seed", I'll be happy to get out of these hot garbage bags.

Do we have a natural gas hook up here? Once I take these bags off I can show you a neat trick I learned to make a way-cool spectacle we call "a Hindenberg" with a few old trash cans, napkins, and some duct tape.

Now did somebody say something about a Constitution? The first order of business is to define exactly what we see as our purpose. Once thats settled, the Constitution will be a snap.

[Boz]

Isildur! Glad ya' decided ta' join us!

What do we mean by sowing the seeds? Well, we mean, sowing the seeds of Freedom, Independence, Liberty, Responsiblity. Like that.

What we do here today, can have a lasting effect on this great Repbublic.
Certainly, it seems that what we do is trivial, however, the seed of a maple tree seems trivial and inconsequential.. but given the proper nurturing and enough time, it can creat an entire forest.

That is what DotFR is.. a tiny seed, which, given our dedication and selfless mission, will sprout and give life to many more 'Oaks seeds'.

As to what our mission is.. that's really quite simple. We must spread the word.. we must promote our ideas, not only in word, but through action.
It'll have to start slow, but I see no reason why DotFR cannot partake in Charities and Political movements in the future. We must educate the young men and woman of this nation. We must champion the virtues and values that made this Nation Great in the first place... That is our purpose.

Things that I envision DotFR promoting, Safe Gun Handling, proper marksmenship, Gun Ownership, Getting out to vote, Education, Stuff like that.


Oh.. yeah, and also very important will be hiring our support staff.. like our Staff Nurse, our Receptionist, and our Maid, and equally important will be deciding on proper uniforms for the staff.

But, first things first... we must get this place up to snuff.. Which means, grab a broom.

Say, have ya' seen Entropos by the way?

[Iberius.]

HMM cant say ive seen him. ive never seen anyone.

Iberius looks around than heads up the stairs in search of a office.

He finds a nice corner place with plentyof room and a large set of windows.

OK this looks good. Ill set up shop here. He opens a door in his office to another spacious place. Wonder if i can get Maven to take it?

Heading back down stairs. He smiles, ok Ive got a place and one for Maven if she wants it.

Hmm, ya know im not sure what i need an office for but hey if you are giving them away i might as well take one.

[Boz]

Putting down the broom, Boz walks over to Iberius.

Well, the space is there, and I figure we will all want to entertain guests and what not. We got the space, might as well use it.

Stopping to pull a handkerchief from his pocket, Boz wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Say, ya' think anyone will show up to help clean up or what?

I'm almost done down here, but I think I'm gonna need help with the Conference room and shooting lanes. 'Sides, we need to get a meeting started soon, otherwise we'll never get the organization back on it's feet.

[Boz]

After hours of Sweeping, wiping, waxing and buffing, Boz looks around and surveys the Conference room. Pleased with the results of his hours of Labor, he takes the cleaning supplies to the closet down the hall.

Then, walking over to the receptionists desk, he opens a box of Office supplies and retrieves several notepads and pens.

Then, glancing down the hall in both directions, pausing to listen, he sighs and heads into the Coference room.

He takes a seat, opens the notepad, and pauses one final time... then, determined, he opens the pad and begins to write.

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[center]PREAMBLE
We, the Defenders of the Free Republic- grateful to
our forefathers for the civil, political and religious liberty
which they have provided us to enjoy and seeking their blessing
upon our endeavors - in order to ensure that we remain vigilent in protecting the safety and welfare of the people; ensure a representative and orderly government; help eliminate poverty and inequality; assist in legal, social and economic justice; help provide opportunity for the fullest development of the individual; maintain domestic tranquility; help provide for the common defense; and defend at all costs, the blessings of Freedom and Liberty to ourselves, our families, our communities, and our posterity- do ordain and establish this, the Constitution of the Defenders of the Free Republic.[/center]

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Looking up from the notepad, Boz looks at the door as though expecting someone to walk in any second.... after a few moments, he looks down and reads what he has written... somewhat pleased, he sits back and closes his eyes.

[Blackie Magic]

At that very moment Blackie walks in. Kicking the back of the chair and ducking out of the way. Hey Boz. I figured i would find you in here sleeping on the job as usual. Tell Cru nice job on the inside. Shes done great. -snidkering to herself-

What were ya writing there? Blackie picks up the notepad and starts to read.


Not bad. Lets see what we can add to this.

Blackie retrieves another note pad and sits and starts to think.