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[anotherlifebro.livejournal.com]

It's one of those posts.

There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?

Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.

At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)

Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)

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[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"First thing I do once the door opens and I get out of my cell," Atton says. "I take you to somewhere really dangerous where we have very little chance of surviving and cause some trouble. How about that?" Atton's sense of fun is not a normal sense of fun.

[undignified]

"Ooh," Wes says, actually sounding rather interested now. "That does sound like it'd get my sense of adventure back, yes. Think it'd work for me to go to the past in my own world, though?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"It'd probably cause loads of paradoxes," Atton shrugs. "Who cares. I'm sure they'll deal with themselves."

[undignified]

"Probably," Wes agrees happily. "Will I get to shoot things?"

[stuck-mynock.livejournal.com]

"Probably. Can't get yourself into an adventure and not shoot things."