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[callmemajor]

[oom: These are the sorts of adventures you can look forward to as the 2IC of a flying-spaceship-city in another galaxy.]

Lorne strides through the door into the Bar wearing a flightsuit, carrying a helmet, and looking like he’s got somewhere very important to be, and when he discovers he’s not there, he mutters, “Oh no. Not now, not fucking now,” and turns back to his door.

Which…isn’t there anymore.

His helmet gets thrown, rather violently, to the ground, and he slams his hand against the wall where his door should be. “Don’t goddamn do this to me now!”

The string of curses he lets fly is getting progressively more colorful as he goes.


Tiny-and-very-pissed-off!tag: Evan Lorne

[ooc: Open 'til it scrolls off. Warnings for likely pissiness of pup. It's likely he'll continue swearing for quite some time.]

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[firstcptjack.livejournal.com]

Jack, approaching with two glasses of beer, stops and listens, his eyes growing wider (and his smile more amused) as the curses get more colorful.