IrelandLove

Anyone know if this bug has been addressed yet? Is everyone still having the same problem?

I'm having the same problem. If I open the costume screen, I instantly crash.

She's beautiful.

Congratulations!

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This.

Peggy Kirby hummed quietly to herself as she walked to work. She hadn't been mugged in months. She knew she was followed everywhere she went. That was Roy's doing. He worried about her and the babies, and so he'd made sure Deep followed her everywhere. The stone man could easily burrow beneath the earth and keep watch.

Of course, she didn't let on that she knew. Her husband often thought himself dumb. Peggy did everything she could to make sure he knew she thought he was the most intelligent man in the world. To her, he was.

This morning, she was humming a Christmas carol. "Away in a Manger", to be precise.

Her the look in her eyes was distant. She was thinking of the White Knights gala they'd been invited to. She hoped Serge could find something for her to wear. Something to cover her ever-expanding belly. Something that wouldn't make her look like a Christmas whale.

A shout brought her out of her reverie.

"Purse! Now!"

So used to being protected, she rarely watched where she walked anymore....and this time, she'd walked right into a group of Skulls.

Fear quickly gripped her, and she clutched her purse to her chest as she waited for the familiar rumble beneath her feet that would tell her Deep was coming up.

The Skulls had her surrounded...and were moving in, reaching for her purse.

Still she waited...

One grabbed her necklace and jerked it from her neck. Another went for her wedding ring, tugging it from her finger.

There was no sound from below. There was no Deep coming to her rescue. Peggy Kirby, the mousey librarian, was alone.

She closed her eyes and suddenly felt...something. Something inside her seemed to...snap.

Around her, she could hear surprised shouts, many thuds, some cracks, and then cries of pain.

When she opened her eyes and looked, the gang was lying on the cement, some unconscious, some writhing in pain.

Stunned, she looked around for a hero. For an explanation. There was no one else there. Peggy was alone on the street.

Terrified of what that meant, Peggy fled home as fast as she could, and hid under the covers, shaking like a leaf.

Hours later, she realized she'd left her wedding ring lying there, in the street.

((Wow. That was beautiful, Jericho. Thank you for posting that.))

A woman knew. Even a naive, inexperienced woman like her knew.

There were very few symptons. A bit of nausea during the day...But that could have been anxiety, right?

She'd been feeling so nervous and afraid since...that clone...

Peggy ran for the bathrrom and gagged, certain this time she would become sick.
But the feeling went away quickly. She washed her face for the hundredth time that day, and went to sit in the living room.

Not five minutes later, she heard they keys in the door and jumped, grabbing a can of mace she alwayd kept nearby.

"R-Roy? Roy??"

"It's me, babe. Ya made meatloaf fer dinner last night, and yer middle name's Patty."

He was so accustomed to having to reassure her of who he was lately, he no longer had to think about the way he would do it.

He noticed how pale she was...For weeks, she'd been pale. His friends had told him she needed to see a doctor. Maybe needed to talk to someone. But he disagreed. They would deal with this alone.

She came to him, greeting him at the door with a kiss.

"Roy...Please sit down."

"Hon? Is everythin' alright?" He was worried. This wasn't like his timid, mousey wife.

"Roy...I...The...R-Roy? I saw a...Maggie made me...I've been so tired...Feeling sick...." She stopped talking. That was when he noticed she was shaking.

"Babe? Ya okay? Are ya sick? We can fix ya up. Don't be scairt."

Without looking at him, she finally blurted it out...

"Roy, I'm pregnant."


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24 hours later:



"I love you too, Mike! Now lets go kick stuff!!"

Missy grinned at her love as she hopped off to the next mission.

Catching up tp her quickly, the cyborg smiled, pulling her close, "Alright, Princess. Lets go kick stuff."

"Wait! I need some gum first! I know I have some in here somewhere!"

She rummaged through her belt pouch...Then suddenly winced, stuck a bloody finger in her mouth...and disappeared.

Standing before Mike was Peggy. The "mouse", as his Missy called her.

And at Peggy's feet was a thorn.

Dazed, Peggy looked around to figure out where she'd awakened this time.

Mike, the realization dawning on him quickly, picked up the small thorn.

"Oh crap..."

"Mike, this can't be good.", said CARRIE, his AI.

"Shut up, Carrie. Just...shut up."

He held the thorn gently in his hand and stared at it. A Spirit Thorn. She'd done some work against the Circle lately. He knew Azuria had been calling Missy to bring these back to MAGI...

"Missy...."

The Thorn seemed to give off a faint glow as he stared at it.

He glanced at Peggy, who was also staing at the thorn.

"She's gone. She's not here. I...I'm alone, Mike. I can't feel anything. I'm only me."

The cyborg only nodded, then wrapped his hand gently around the Thorn, and 'ported off, leaving poor Peggy to find her own way home.

She was mugged three times before she finally arrived safely.

Just so you know...

When my brother picked up my retail copy of CoV at EB on Thursday, (Yes, it was on the shelves early), they DID make sure to tell him before he purchased it that he would NOT be able to play it until the launch, which is Oct. 31.

I doubt all retailers are doing this...But if most are, that's helping to keep people that don't realize that informed also, yes?

She woke with the alarm blaring in her ear, cursing under her breath as she reached to turn it off.

The dream was fresh in her mind. She knew she would remember every detail vividly.

She hadn't gotten very far. Not yet. But she would.

Tonight again, she would travel to him. As she would every night until she was able to convince him to come back.

It wouldn't be easy. She knew that now.

Why would he leave what he had there? It was real to him now.

A lovely wife. A son. A farm. Happiness and love.

And come back to what?

Her thoughts were interrputed when a strong arm slid across her chest.

She turned to her love and smiled.

The night, and the dreams would come soon enough.

But, for now, it was time to greet the day.

Her beloved lay sleeping by her side as she stared up at the ceiling.

Her thoughts were far away, this night.

She was tired. So tired. She hadn't slept since the pain had come. Unless fainting counted, of course...

The trip home had been a long one. She needed to get back. Needed to hear exactly how it had happened.

She hadn't liked what she'd heard. But she didn't blame them. Kricky, Bush, Parz...No. She knew it was him. Roy.

If only she'd gotten her hands on that remote...

But there was no point thinking about that now.

She knew what had to be done.

Closing her eyes, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

And she dreamed...

She had been out of town again. She was often sent out of town these days.
Special kids don't only come from Paragon, you know.
New York, Bangledesh, Cairo, Toronto, Hong Kong...It felt like she'd been all over the world in the last few months.
Felt like? Hell, she HAD been...

The pain had been sudden...Overwhelming.

Maggie Love was in the middle of a business dinner in Los Angeles. Sushi. She hated sushi...She was a vegetarian. But even the seaweed and rice made her feel ill.

She was listening to Father David O'Flannigan go on and on about his church, and the orphans he worked with. Some of them were 'special', and he wanted Maggie take them back to Paragon with her.

One second, she was nodding and smiling, pushing a Calafornia roll back and forth on her plate.

The next, she was crying out in pain, clutching her heart, and collapsing onto the floor.

Waiters and patrons rushed over. Even in LA, Maggie "Ireland" Love was well known.

She lay there, gasping for breath. The pain was excrutiating. Like nothing she'd ever felt.
It was like someone had stabbed her in the chest.

Then...As suddenly as it began...It stopped.

Maggie lay there for a few more seconds, afraid it might come back.

It didn't, and she sat up. She looked around at the people looming over her, not seeing any of them.

Her face paled and her shoulders slumped as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No...God no...Roy....Not Roy....", the Irish witch whispered.

Then fainted, with dozen of people watching.

The tabloids were going to have a field day with this.

Ireland Love
Virtue Server

((Uh....what?!?))