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 Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:22 pm
::a blue blur streaks in and snatches Dinah off of Lawson and sets her across the room::
This is over, gentlemen. Unless you'd like to take it up with me.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:23 pm
*gets up, still mildly disoriented.*
No arguments from me, slick. How about you, Blake?
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:26 pm
I heard your Cry all the way from the Watchtower, Dinah. I'm surprised to see you bar brawling in here without the other Birds or Ollie.
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:28 pm
: biggrin inah glances down at her leg, which is bleeding from the gunshot wound and back up at Superman::
Sometimes... sometimes you gotta fight it alone, Big Blue..
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:29 pm
I CRY FOUL! You were in the Watchtower? In space no one care hear you cry!
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:30 pm
((Suspend disbelief. stare
EDIT: I said it and I can't unsay it! Well I could but I won't.)) xp
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:32 pm
He probably heard it on the scanners/equipment inside the tower. You don't think they have ways to monitor down here on Earth?
gonk crying
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:33 pm
::scoops up Dinah::
Better get you the the medbay on the Watchtower.
::flies Dinah out::
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 8:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:23 am
::moseys in the front door as the sun rises over the Nexus, casting a long shadow in front of him. Stretches his neck till it cricks, revealing some harsh rope burns all around his throat. Coughs lightly and saunters over to the bar for a drink::
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 7:44 am
::seated at the bar, Hex rubs his throat again and pours a shot of whiskey::
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:44 pm
::a blue box fades into view in the corner of the Bistro. The door opens and a penguin pops out::
Gee, I dunno, Doc. This doesn't look like Beta Centauri 6. There're no gelatinous drool-fiends out here.
::the penguin pauses::
Which is really a pretty good thing, if ya think about it...
::A colorfully-jacketed man follows the talking penguin out, taking in the surroundings::
Quite right, Frobisher. This is NOT Beta Centauri 6. I do believe that the TARDIS has deposited us...elsewhere.
Well, yeah Doc, it's obviously elsewhere...but uh....where exactly IS elsewhere?
Well, we won't find out just standing here in the doorway, will we?
::The Doctor pokes Frobisher in the back to make him exit into the bar::
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 3:49 pm
::Frobisher plods behind the bar and looks in the various bottles and glasses::
Well, it looks like...just a normal bar, Doc. Sorta reminds me of the bar I was a cash register in for all those years...
::The penguin sighs wistfully::
She thought I was in it for the money, but I just enjoyed feeling useful.
::Frobisher sticks his beak in a bottle of whiskey::
Woah. Strong stuff. You want some, Doc? Doc?
::The Doctor is standing, looking up at one of the Chronal buffers::
Interesting...
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