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[luvs_yogurt]

 [oom: In an attempt to finally force himself to talk to Emma about what happened, Michael followed Mary Margaret Blanchard through the Storybrooke door - but then found himself in the back room of Carlito's. When he yanked the door back open to go back to the bar - he went straight from the the frying pan and into the fire... literally, right into a structure fire.

Lucky for him, it was in New York City and Truck 62 was on the call.]

Comments

[notinthebook]

[OOC: Emma has so much to say to you BOTH. This is awesome and you are both amazing! I had to go get popcorn for it.]

[gavin62truck]

[OOC: Thank you! I'm glad it turned out popcorn-worthy :D]

[luvs_yogurt]

[ooc: <3 Appreciated. It was amazingly fun to do.]

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

[OOC: I ship it. But this is seriously glorious and I love them both!]

[gavin62truck]

[OOC: .....Tommy might have to ask his teenage daughter what "shipping" means.]

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

[OOC: *Dying. Quietly.* Sidenoting: Clementine's finally getting tossed into Bar tonight, BTW!]

[luvs_yogurt]

[ooc: *passes Tommy the brain bleach while Michael laughs silently*]

[luvs_yogurt]

[ooc: <3 Mun could see that in a sort of burly testosterone laden mistake sort of way. Just sayin.... Glad you dug what we did!]

[gavin62truck]

IC: NO
OOC: But-
IC: NO
OOC: It might be-
IC: NO
OOC: How about-
IC: NO
OOC: You're no fun.

[afullmargin]

EXACTLY. *snort*