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  • Having the shape or approximate shape of a square
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  • Having or in the form of two right angles
  • make square; "Square the circle"; "square the wood with a file"
  • Having the shape or approximate shape of a cube
  • squarely: in a straight direct way; "looked him squarely in the eye"; "ran square into me"

Happy Birthday (7-2-9) Part 2
Happy Birthday (7-2-9) Part 2
Skyla Moonwall follows Sil's gaze to the bunker and slits her own eyes in response, but then it is back to the street nearby. She still has not taken a sip of her coffee, rather allowing the steam to curl skyward. She was never one to hold her tongue or shroud an opinion, but the discussion thus far has not required her to speak forward. The figure quoted does induce a slight raise of both brows. Artika Muliaina nods. "Of course, it is more than small... but anything is appreciated. And we will always do our best to support the city, and our mayor, however we can." Debra Charron makes sure Jania and Deets are seated before glancing about for the waiter. She slides into her own chair as she waves his NPC-nes over to the table Deets Carroll sets the packages on the floor next to her, and considers what to have for dinner. Jaina Lefevre holds both hands as they get to the restaurant, then climbs into her seat. She looks over at the other table and 'whispers' "Hi Miss Portia!" and gives Artika a look that could be anything from 'miss you' to 'die, bitch' or something in between. Her attention is brought back to the table though and she looks from one mom to the other. "So, what's birthdays like?" NPC Waiter "Guido": "Allo lovely girlie-women, whatcha wanna drinka tonighta? Silua Mills finally drinks from her lifted cup, which by now has allowed neough steam to rise to have her hair clinging in messy ringlets to her forehead. She puts the hot coffee down and smiles. "Wonderful." she says. "And please, feel free to come by the office any time. The Mayor is very concerned that the artisitc community -thrive- under his adminsitration. If there's anything at all that you need as far as permits or assistance with finances, please feel free to contact me." With that, she slides a card across the table to Artika. Artika Muliaina hears her phone buzz, or maybe it's guilt as the family walks in... in any case she jumps up and offers a small bow to Silua. "Thank you again... please call about the details." With that she swiftly slides out of the restaurant, Silua's card in hand. Debra Charron winks at Deets, "What do you think? Wine for us and something soft for Starfish?" Jaina Lefevre: "I like milk." she offers and tugs on her skirt, fidgetting in her chair. "And p'sketties and meat blobs and sprinkle cheese." Deets Carroll gives Guido an odd look, but orders a glass of white wine. She gives Jaina a mischievous look. "Birthdays? Well, they're like any other day. Except for the special dinner. And the birthday cake. And..." She pretends to look puzzled. "there was somehting else, too..." She shakes her head. "It'll probably come to me." Portia Kass had just finished dumping apparently all of the milk and most of the sugar that Nick had brought them into her own coffee since the other two were trying to prove how hardcore they were by drinking theirs black. And yet totally not lesbians. She put a hand up to wave towards the other table of women, particularly the little blonde girl in the center, smiling too wide and hurting her swollen lip again. She recovered quickly, and then realized that perhaps her lesbian jokes were now somewhat offensive and inappropriate. Skyla Moonwall raises a brow. "A quick one, she is," she says, unlocking her hands from around the cup and blowing on the surface before bringing it carefully to her lips. Not that she would feel it even if it did burn her. She savors the dark blend, and then replaces the cup primly on the table. She allows her gaze to roam over the others who have assembled in the cafe. Then she gives Sil a half smile. "Quite generous of the office." She takes another drink of her BLACK coffee, because once you go black you never go back...and it had nothing to do with proving how 'hardcore' she was. She was pretty sure brawling with some of her formidable enemies was far better suited to that task. Debra Charron nods at Guido, "I'll have a glass of Zif and milk for my daughter" Deb looks at Deets, "P'sketties & Meat Blobs all around?" Deets Carroll sighs, "Nah, I had that for breakfast. I'll have the veal special." There'd damn well better be a veal special. Jaina Lefevre giggles at Deb and leans her elbows on the table, chin in hands. To Deb she offers "Mom said that I could have a cake and balloons party at school next week, and maybe have Rai come to dinner with us sometime too." Silua Mills lets go of her cup of coffee with a glance behind her before turning back to the two there. "That." she says, referring to the empty chair, "...went very smoothly, don't you think? Considering?" There's a smile on her drawn, pallid face now as she reaches for the cup, turning it lightly until the handle is *just so* in the corner of the square between two
Willcon 4.5 Photo Album August 18-20, 2000 Now, Willcon is always a double-edged sword. Between bouts of fun, we have the usual parade of neurosis one sees all too often at other science fiction events, which is why future Willcon events will be invitation-only gatherings at which Jason Carraway and his fellow South Carolina hoods are duly deputized to assist the Mac of Death in busting heads and squelching the howling freaks. There is a moment when it is just too much, and, as many can attest who attended Willcon 4.5, that moment came and went sometime on Saturday afternoon. That said, this was still one of the best Willcons ever, with the full pantheon of Willcon's olympian figures, including Norman, William, Jason, Mac, Ed, Steece, and our Guests of Honor (Ray, Tom, and Daniel). Alas, Daniel will be overseas for the next two years straightening out the far east. Good luck, Daniel! We'll be expected visible results as soon as you arrive. Enjoy the photos below! There are twenty five (25) of them, so please be patient. It's worth the wait. Check out photos from other Willcons. Friday, August 18, 2000 During the Friday night kick-off dinner at Mikado, Daniel gets further accustomed to eating lots and lots of rice before his trip overseas. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Steece, Will, Scott, Jason, and Tom pose on the left side of the table in a evolutionary family portrait. I leave it to you to decide which direction is ascending or descending. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ed, Mark, Daniel, and Ray face off on the other side for a revival of Family Feud. Daniel laughs manically as another Willcon guest makes a blasphemous comment ensuring a trip to Hell. "More room for me," he cries with glee. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Guest of Honor Ray Rodil explains with some bitterness that the Mikado Japanese Steakhouse is actually run by Koreans. "Not that you round eye occidental fools would know the difference," he snarls at us as we squirm uncomfortably. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Saturday, August 19, 2000 Tom starts his Dungeons and Dragons event, "Die, Shaggrath! Die!" in which the player characters venture forth to thwart the winner of last Willcon's Good vs. Evil Dungeons and Dragons adventure, Shaggrath (played by Ray Rodil). Here, the group of adventurers squares off for their first challenge. William plays a ranger, I play a paladin, Mac plays a fighter, Steece plays another fighter (if I remember correctly), and Cristina plays a stunned onlooker. This is probably a few precious seconds before the gelatinous cube descended upon us all. Then we returned to the game. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Now look here, men. You were probably supposed to learn how to do this when they separated the boys and the girls that day during Health class, but in case you need to review, let a master show you how to do it." Actually, Scott demonostrates how his thief character pulls a "lever" as Jason and Tony look on. Insert your own obscene joke here. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, more timid souls graze in the Willcon Con Suite. David (pictured left) dumps the contents of his plate down his pants for safe keeping. "No one will look for them there!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- At the "climax" of the adventure (see previous picture), Ray's evil wizard was smiting us left and right with hideous soul-draining spells. Since my paladin had been taunting Shaggrath the whole adventure, commenting that his dreaded tomb was as scary as the haunted house they run each Halloween at the Rotary Club, he wanted desperately to take me down but couldn't because of a magical artifact I was carrying. Finally, my paladin struck the blow that ended his reign of terror, and here, the group celebrates. Pictured from left to right are: Tom, Ed, Casey, Mac, Ray, William, Tony, Jason, Will, Scott, and Steece. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nell strikes a sultry pose. Either that, or she's crushing someone's skull with her hand off camera. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Here, I run an adventure in the little known Steve Jackson Games mileux of GURPS: Postmodernist Literary Critics. Here, I don my beret and cappucino mustache and prepare for another lively discussion about the death of meaning. My character is a thirteenth level Deconstructionist. Actually, this is my GURPS: Special Ops adventure, in which the player characters were the Delta Force, sent into a

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