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[thanksrainman]

Gus wanders over to the fire place with his ritualistic cup of coffee in one hand, and a text book in the other. The title on the cover reads:

PHYSICS OF THE IMPOSSIBLE: A SCIENTIFIC EXPLORATION INTO THE WORLD OF PHASERS, FORCE FIELDS, TELEPORTATION, AND TIME TRAVEL

Okay, so it's not the sort of text book you'd get from a college course. Gus sets his coffee down on one of the tables and settles into one of the chairs. As he begins to tackle PART I: CLASS I IMPOSSIBILITIES, he begins to realise that he should have brought a biro and a notebook with him.

[Tiny!Tag: Jordan Kennedy]

OOM: Attack on chicken planet!

[fowl_beast]

[OOC:I'm sure this little burst of creativity will fit into Evil Chicken's millicanon somehow. Maybe]

Saga of the Days of the Dying Gods

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[wheelsy_sheriff]

[OOM: In Provence:

"Got some news from the bar."

]










[ooc: Timed to after this thread, before Doc's wake.]

Happy Hour

[john_not_ronald]

John is beaming when he comes into the bar today.

He’s also carrying a box of cigars, and when he steps up to the bar, he’s greeted with a napkin that reads:

Congratulations!

After he gives his thanks for the message, he’s given another napkin to which he heartily replies. “Of course, I’d be delighted. Could I…get another box of cigars as well?”

Armed with both boxes, he steps behind the counter and flips through the drinks book before posting the specials.

Specials

Baby Eskimo
Baby Guinness
Johnny Cat

Free cigars all around!



[ooc: No new threads, please. Slowtime/fade on existing threads.]

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[leadinghome]

There is a Connor by the fireplace.

He might be sleeping, or just thinking about something.

Care to find out?



[ Connor, Freakangels ]

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[notaphony.livejournal.com]

Joan's sitting at the bar tonight in an almost-off-the-shoulder black silk dress and jewelry that appears to be worth much more than it actually is. (There's only so much a girl can afford on a office manager's salary, after all.)

There's a drink resting in front of her, but so far tonight, she hasn't touched it.

Instead, she's staring off into space, trying to wrap her mind around the evening's events - and Carol's words, still echoing in her head (just think of me as a boy, Joanie).

She finally takes a sip of her drink.

Actually, it's more than a sip, but who's really watching?


[ tiny tag: joan holloway ]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: The morning after the rum.]

Guppy, looking rather subdued and still slightly hung over, settles with a cardboard box at a table. Inside are the smashed remains of ten garden gnomes, and a tube of superglue.

He starts piecing together the first gnome. If he does a really good job, he might be able to get out of the doghouse at home.