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19 November 2005 @ 12:01 pm
HQ, Mid-Morning  
The Tick walked up to a certain table in the park and gazed at it. It hadn't been of use to anyone. Even he hadn't sat there in a few weeks.

Tick looked at the crude wooden figure in his hand and appeared to be listening. The figure made no noise, except for a tiny squeak at what should probably be called his left shoulder. "You're right, Little Wooden Boy," Tick said.

With his free arm, Tick picked up the table and walked off.

[OOC: Yes, this is the end of C.R.A.C.K. for the foreseeable future. Nobody was using it for its original purpose (assisting those in need and, actually, the school security officer completely trumped that purpose and hit a home run with the Safe Walk program) and its secondary purpose (serve as a place for me to go crazy with Tick thwarting stuff) hasn't received any play recently and won't in the near future. We didn't even get Captain Emo in on it!

Basically, nobody including me was using it, so it's going away. The comm will remain here, but I will be asking Krycek to take it off the Friending List. It's been a blast for the brief time C.R.A.C.K. has been around!]