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| - In Earth's northern hemisphere, the tenth month is October, and it's late fall -- time for gathering in the harvest for winter. The October moon is called the Harvest moon in some places. Similarly, on Neopia, the tenth month is known as the Month of Collecting.
- Image:Ability Collecting.jpg Skill for picking up the shinies for and various quests.
- episode of the mr men show
- Collecting is a skill that allows you to obtain grass materials and liquid materials, to use in compounding or manufacturing.
- Collecting is the twenty-seventh episode (first part of the fourteenth episode) of Season 1 of The Mr. Men Show.
- Collecting is when you go to a Collecting Area and use a Collector to slowly pick up Pieces of Cards, Jewels, Moonstones, and Sunstones. You can also pick up Pills, and Gears.
- In addition to the items listed above, people collect records, cars, dollhouses and furnishings for them, comic books, sports memorabilia, China, especially plates, or objects from a particular time period or style.
- Collecting is both a skill as a reputable instance.
- Matthew is thrilled with the arrival of an envelope that he wrote to himself with no letter included. It becomes apparent that Matthew is thrilled with what's on the envelope; a French stamp. A keen stamp collector, Matthew urges Sooty, Sweep and Soo to start their own collections. Sooty decides to collect postcards, Soo collects pressed flowers and Sweep predictably collects bones. After giving it more thought, Sweep decides to collect pressed bones. After Soo puts him off that, Sweep decides to collect something even more bizarre - water!
- It was a cool moonless night in Stormwind. The city was asleep other than a few patrolling guards and the typical night life. But on one street, one roof something was moving. Almost invisible in the darkness a shadow seemed to be kneeling on the rooftop, looking across the street. The shadow suddenly detached itself from the rooftop and seemed to float across the street into an open window in the opposite house.
- "After the objects are processed and given SCP designation, we organize them into three main classes; Safe, Euclid, and Keter. Safe-class objects are the simplest to contain, more often than not requiring minimal procedural deviation, maintenance, and observation. The most strenuous…" Trighit yawned and surveyed the monochrome hallway. He was glad that he had been pushed to the back of the group; now, there was no reason to mask his boredom with Dr. Grant. Everyone else seemed rapt in attention towards the so called "scientist's" speech. "I've yet to see a single scientific thing," he muttered.
- Mattel estimates that there are well over 100,000 avid Barbie collectors. Ninety percent are women, at an average age of 40, purchasing more than twenty Barbie dolls each year. Forty-five percent of them spend upwards of $1000 a year. Vintage Barbie dolls from the early years are the most valuable at auction, and while the original Barbie was sold for $3.00 in 1959, a mint boxed Barbie from 1959 sold for $3552.50 on eBay in October 2004. On September 26, 2006, a Barbie doll set a world record at auction of £9,000 sterling (US $17,000) at Christie's in London. The doll was a Barbie in Midnight Red from 1965 and was part of a private collection of 4,000 Barbie dolls being sold by two Dutch women, Ietje Raebel and her daughter Marina.
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| - In Earth's northern hemisphere, the tenth month is October, and it's late fall -- time for gathering in the harvest for winter. The October moon is called the Harvest moon in some places. Similarly, on Neopia, the tenth month is known as the Month of Collecting.
- Mattel estimates that there are well over 100,000 avid Barbie collectors. Ninety percent are women, at an average age of 40, purchasing more than twenty Barbie dolls each year. Forty-five percent of them spend upwards of $1000 a year. Vintage Barbie dolls from the early years are the most valuable at auction, and while the original Barbie was sold for $3.00 in 1959, a mint boxed Barbie from 1959 sold for $3552.50 on eBay in October 2004. On September 26, 2006, a Barbie doll set a world record at auction of £9,000 sterling (US $17,000) at Christie's in London. The doll was a Barbie in Midnight Red from 1965 and was part of a private collection of 4,000 Barbie dolls being sold by two Dutch women, Ietje Raebel and her daughter Marina. In recent years Mattel has sold a wide range of Barbie dolls aimed specifically at collectors, including porcelain versions, vintage reproductions, and depictions of Barbie as a range of characters from film and television series such as The Munsters and Star Trek. There are also collector's edition dolls depicting Barbie dolls with a range of different ethnic identities. In 2004 Mattel introduced the Color Tier system for its collector's edition Barbie dolls, ranging through pink, silver, gold and platinum depending on how many of the dolls are produced.
- Image:Ability Collecting.jpg Skill for picking up the shinies for and various quests.
- It was a cool moonless night in Stormwind. The city was asleep other than a few patrolling guards and the typical night life. But on one street, one roof something was moving. Almost invisible in the darkness a shadow seemed to be kneeling on the rooftop, looking across the street. The shadow suddenly detached itself from the rooftop and seemed to float across the street into an open window in the opposite house. Sunya silently landed in the room, only her eyes visible as she scanned the room. Several bunks were in the room, only one however was occupied, the man in it snored loudly. She silently moved towards the bunk ignoring the smell of men and sweat and the sounds of laughing and roughhousing coming from behind the only door in the room. From her belt she drew a small length of wire that she spread between her gloved hands. Standing over the man for a moment she waited for him to turnover in his sleep. As he did so she slipped the garrote over his neck with lightning speed and pulled the wire tightly over the mans throat, so tight it neatly sliced his throat causing him to gurgle and writhe on the bed. After he stopped moving she stood still and listened, then nodded with satisfaction as the sounds from the other room went on. She cleaned the wire on bunks sheets and stepped over the blood pooling on the floor to get to the door. She knelt low to the ground and used a small mirror from her belt to peek through to the other side, careful to avoid causing a beam of light. The room was occupied by three men and a woman, all smiling and joking. Sunya nodded to herself, this was all of them. Only this morning one of the merchants that had paid for protection had been robbed for almost his entire fortune. Bad for business if it wasn’t handled, and there was only one was to handle this and Sunya had set herself the task. The four people sat and joked, certain they had pulled one over the infamous Tiger Tong, with this score they were all certain they could retire. With a grim smile Sunya stood up and placed away the mirror and in its place took out 3 perfectly balanced knifes. Sunya then opened the door nonchalantly and threw the knives into the nearest mans throat, causing him to tumble from his chair as he grasped at his neck. Time seemed to slow as the other two men jumped up and ran for their swords against the other wall and the woman ran through another door in the room. Ignoring the woman Sunya sprinted towards the men, stabbing one man in the back and thrusting her other dagger through the back of his neck, he dropped dead. The other man spun around with his sword out, fear clearing seen on his face as he spoke “Who….who are you!” Without answering Sunya stepped in and kicked the man’s sword free of his grasp then placed another kick in his groin causing him to drop to his knees. Without hesitation she thrust a dagger through his right eye and then turned towards the door the woman had run through, the body falling to the ground behind her. She walked over to the door and opened it to find the woman huddled against the opposite wall of the closet. “Please… I just know them, please don’t kill me!” Sunya shook her head and closed the door without a word. Grabbing a chair from the table she used it to jam shut the closet door. Walking to the table she quickly counted and grabbed the Merchants gold. After carefully stowing the gold in her backpack she removed a small glass vial and uncorked it, wrinkling her nose at the smell. She turned towards the fire and tossed the liquid into it, causing it to roar to a huge size, catching the very floor and carpet in front of it. She stood and watched as the blaze began to consume the room, eventually making it to the close door. Sunya turned and went through the door she had come in and jumped out the window, the screams of the woman behind her an example of those that would challenge the Tongs supremacy. Hitting the ground Sunya calmly walked into an alley, disappearing from sight.
- episode of the mr men show
- Collecting is a skill that allows you to obtain grass materials and liquid materials, to use in compounding or manufacturing.
- Collecting is the twenty-seventh episode (first part of the fourteenth episode) of Season 1 of The Mr. Men Show.
- "After the objects are processed and given SCP designation, we organize them into three main classes; Safe, Euclid, and Keter. Safe-class objects are the simplest to contain, more often than not requiring minimal procedural deviation, maintenance, and observation. The most strenuous…" Trighit yawned and surveyed the monochrome hallway. He was glad that he had been pushed to the back of the group; now, there was no reason to mask his boredom with Dr. Grant. Everyone else seemed rapt in attention towards the so called "scientist's" speech. "I've yet to see a single scientific thing," he muttered. Though the building looked like neat and orderly enough, there were noises and murmurs coming from the rooms lining the hallways. Trighit focused his attention on the humming he heard emanating from a room on his right. He nudged Pokum and motioned with his head towards the door and the documents sitting in a bin attached to the wall beside it. The assistant shook his head, put one finger in front of his lips, pointed ahead of him, and refocused on the speaker. "Well, fine then. I'll just look for myself," he quietly fumed. Trighit edged over to the door and took one of the sheafs of paper down. Item #: SCP-1517 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-1517 and SCP-1517-A are to be contained in cryogenic… "I don't care, I don't care," he mumbled to himself as he replaced the documents and reached for the handle. "I just want to know what it is…" "Mr. Triggit, was it?" The squat researcher retracted his arm and turned around. "I-It's pronounced 'Try-it,' actually." he shakily responded working his tongue awkwardly around the unfamiliar words. "Yes, well, my apologies Mr. Trite. Anyways, though I'm sure you're eager to see the example Euclids, we'd prefer to let our personnel handle the containment. If you could please step back?" Trighit let out a long, relieved breath as he moved back towards Pokum. "Now, as I was saying, Euclid-class objects are typically the objects that require moderate amount of attention and protocols. In this room are some fine examples of Euclid-classes. Doctor Peters, if you don't mind?" The woman nodded, swiped a keycard in the panel adjacent to the bin ("How had I not noticed…?"), and opened the door. Trighit whipped out his ever-present notebook and excitedly craned his short neck, trying to see into the room. The thrill was short lived. Instead of revealing a new, incredible specimens and environments, the room looked just like the hallway outside; gray, sterile, and boring. A row of white tubes lined the walls, each equipped with a module identical to the one found outside of the door. "Certain Euclid-classes are deemed to be most easily, effectively, and safely stored in cryogenic suspension. Take a look here at these specimens." The man lifted his own keycard attached to a lanyard around his neck and swiped it through the attachment on one of the tanks. The front of the structure opened with a hissing noise, and the doctor retrieved several objects from inside. "Now, these here are instances of SCP-1517-A, the eggs of SCP-1517. These may look like gobstoppers, but…" the man stopped short. Trighit was waving one hand in the air while frantically writing in his journal that was balanced on one of his legs with the other. "Yes?" "What is a gobstopper?" he asked, readjusting to use his now free hand to support the journal. The man blinked. "It's, um, a type of candy." The hand shot up again. "What kind of creature is 'candy?'" Trighit could feel Pokum's questioning stare, but he ignored it. "It's… um… well…" Grant was lost for words. He turned to his companions who simply shrugged. The man set down the spheres and rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a wallet. Handing a dollar to his other coworker, he instructed, "Fredricks, go buy a packet of Skittles from the cafeteria vending machine." The agent paled slightly. "Sir, ah, I'm not quite familiar with this wing, maybe Peters would be better for this?" Grant groaned and started debating quietly with his two coworkers after assuring Trighit and Pokum that this was all normal custom. While the researchers were engrossed in their spat, the Antarctican scientist quickly grabbed three of the balls and pocketed them. "Ah, sir, I'm sure you could always show me later!" The three scientists, glanced over and quickly regained their composure. "Mmhmm, yes, it's a minor detail anyways. I'm sure you're much more interested in the behavior of the species." "Yes, sir. Please continue." Trighit replied with a smile on his face stretching ear to ear. As Grant continued to talk about the behavior of the insects, Pokum nudged his friend frantically, clearly worried about the dangers posed by his actions. In reply, Trighit shook his head, put one finger in front of his lips, and pointed with the finger on his other hand towards Grant. "Every day with you, I swear!" The pair of Antarcticans had been escorted to their room after the tour ("Them? Stay with me? I will not allow it."), where Pokum immediately began chastising his compatriot. Trighit laughed. "Calm yourself Pokum, it's just some research, no big deal. I'll study them, take some notes, and have them back before they even notice." "Do you even think about what you do? This isn't back at home where no one cares how many threxans you coerce from the pack, or how many hyrechi you dig out of the ground! You're going to get us executed before we've been here for more than a week, you fool!" He chuckled again. "You worry yourself too much, friend. We're not in trouble, are we? No one noticed, yes?" Pokum remained silent and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Bah, this is the whole reason why we came, isn't it?" "No," he spat, "This is the whole reason why you came, Trighit. I came to make sure you didn't get yourself hurt or killed, and that's it. I've told you, I don't care about this stuff, I care about you! Now, go put it back, apologize, and maybe they won't leave us to rot." "Sir, um… it appears that we're missing a few of the SCP-1517-A instances." "Fifteen-seventeen, fifteen-seventeen…?" "The candy bugs, sir." "The ones we used as example Euclids for the researchers from SCP-1483?" "Yes." "…Shit. Send Peters over to that wing to double check the count on each skip in containment and send Fredricks down to their room, and if they don't find it there, declare a containment breach." "Aye." Trighit sat in shock. "Y-you don't care? Since when?" The assistant kneaded his forehead in frustration. "Trighit, I don't know how many times I've tried to tell you. I always came along just because you wanted me to, and, well, you're my friend. You just never listened because you were always too focused or fascinated by whatever happened to be that day's subject. I actually kind of hate all of this." "But Pokum, I always… I… I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it." He sighed. "Look, let's just put them back. No one will have to know, we can probably use these card things they gave us to get back in. We'll just go along, studying— well, observing the things they tell us to— and then, when the excursion is all over, we go back home where no one cares how much of what animal you take." "Yes," the scientist replied hollowly. "They're in that flask, right on the desk." Pokum silently went over, and dumped the contents into his hand. "I'm going to go try to put these back. Stay put." A sharp knocking on the door made them both freeze. "Hey, this is Agent Fredricks. Open up!" The two paled and looked at each other. "Oh God, what do we do?" mouthed Trighit. Pokum shrugged while frantically scanning the room for a place to hide them. "Keep him busy for as long as you can, I'll be there in a minute." Pokum mouthed, quickly maneuvering towards the bathroom. Trighit ran to answer, but the door of their room flung open, and in walked a tired-looking man attired in a suit. "Alright, it's room inspection time." he said, any former traces of humor and ease gone. "Whatever for, Agent Fredricks?" the squat visitor asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking. The agent glared at him for a few moments before responding. "A few of SCP-1517-A's eggs didn't make it back to containment after your tour of the site. We're trying to find them now." Trighit tried to put on his most genuine smile. It didn't work. "Well, I do hope you locate them." The agent grunted and moved towards the beds, upturning everything and inspecting all of the sheets. Trighit angled his head towards the bathroom to look at his companion, who quickly tossed the eggs into the toilet. Pokum edged out of the bathroom as quietly as he could, but the squeaking of the door's hinges as he tried to close it caught Fredrick's attention. "Hey, what were you doing in there?" "I was, ah, just trying to…" Pokum stumbled over his words as he searched for an alibi. By the time he had thought of one, the agent had pushed past him into the small room. "Not even a day into this thing and already…" The pair could hear him mumbling from the room as they stood silent, erect, and terrified. Soon after, a clanging resounded in the room, accompanied by yelling and the sounds of things falling and glass breaking. The agent ran out, arms covered with crawling colorful insects. His screaming only lasted about fifteen seconds. The Antarctians didn't stop screaming for a while, not until more people came, hosed down the agent, and shoved the pair down the hallway to the Site Director's office.
- Collecting is when you go to a Collecting Area and use a Collector to slowly pick up Pieces of Cards, Jewels, Moonstones, and Sunstones. You can also pick up Pills, and Gears.
- In addition to the items listed above, people collect records, cars, dollhouses and furnishings for them, comic books, sports memorabilia, China, especially plates, or objects from a particular time period or style.
- Collecting is both a skill as a reputable instance.
- Matthew is thrilled with the arrival of an envelope that he wrote to himself with no letter included. It becomes apparent that Matthew is thrilled with what's on the envelope; a French stamp. A keen stamp collector, Matthew urges Sooty, Sweep and Soo to start their own collections. Sooty decides to collect postcards, Soo collects pressed flowers and Sweep predictably collects bones. After giving it more thought, Sweep decides to collect pressed bones. After Soo puts him off that, Sweep decides to collect something even more bizarre - water! Later, up in the attic, Matthew is trying to fix an old hoover that blows dust instead of sucking it up. Sooty wants to see Matthew's stamp collecting. Matthew is more than happy to show his precious stamps to Sooty, but instructs accident-prone Sweep to stand back. Sweep can't resist fiddling with the broken hoover, causing dust to spew everywhere. Matthew then sneezes, knocking his precious stamps all over the floor along with Sweep's water collection. Matthew is very cross with Sweep for ruining many of his stamps. Later on, Matthew persuades Sooty to take up a second collection. Sooty decides to collect coins and makes three magically appear to start his collection. Matthew recognises one of the old pennies and, thinking it may be rare, he and Sooty head into town in order to get it evaluated. Later on, Sooty and Matthew return with an expensive-looking bottle of fizzy pop. The coin was worth quite a lot of money and, aside from some party food and the fizzy pop, there was enough money to buy each person something for their collection. Soo gets some pressed flowers in a glass frame, Sooty gets some postcards and Sweep gets a water pistol!
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