if someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Through a series of unfortunate events, Elizabeth Jules has ended up hanging from the bottom of a fire escape with a banana super glued to her hand, pants half covered in blue paint, and only one sandal on her foot, which is currently the only thing that's keeping her from falling to the ground. Luckily, it's not at all far from the ground so she wont be injured if she falls, but she's having trouble getting to her foot to disengage it from the railing.
Robin Rice is not wearing a suit. Gasp. He's wearing jeans and a thin, white sleeveless t-shirt, which may or may not come off soon. Ahem. Yes, he's all business like and professional for the most part, but he's very aware of how good he looks without clothes on and he's completely comfortable without clothes on. He's in an auditorium in the Kashtta, using power tools to build a set and props for potential, future play productions.
Xander Harris is being chased by flowers through various sidewalks of the city. They seem to be in love with him, and he can't get rid of them. Every time he grabs hold of some, they multiply. They fly over his head, swirl around him like they're his own personal tornado. Yeah. This is... great. He really misses Sunnydale at times like these.
Martha Jones has officially gotten drunk enough to dance on a table, and now she's out back puking in an alleyway. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Her hands are bare, and she gets to her feet. Her head is pounding. It's time to stop doing this, but she doesn't really want to. The Doctor's here again. She told Wes what was going on with her, basically. Why does she still seek comfort as a stranger in bars?
Jane is the only person standing still in a bar, where the rest of the patrons have decided to beat one another up. It makes for an interesting view, and she throws a punch in to someone who gets that violence too close to her, but that doesn't mean she's not up for conversation with someone!
Robin Rice is not wearing a suit. Gasp. He's wearing jeans and a thin, white sleeveless t-shirt, which may or may not come off soon. Ahem. Yes, he's all business like and professional for the most part, but he's very aware of how good he looks without clothes on and he's completely comfortable without clothes on. He's in an auditorium in the Kashtta, using power tools to build a set and props for potential, future play productions.
Xander Harris is being chased by flowers through various sidewalks of the city. They seem to be in love with him, and he can't get rid of them. Every time he grabs hold of some, they multiply. They fly over his head, swirl around him like they're his own personal tornado. Yeah. This is... great. He really misses Sunnydale at times like these.
Martha Jones has officially gotten drunk enough to dance on a table, and now she's out back puking in an alleyway. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Her hands are bare, and she gets to her feet. Her head is pounding. It's time to stop doing this, but she doesn't really want to. The Doctor's here again. She told Wes what was going on with her, basically. Why does she still seek comfort as a stranger in bars?
Jane is the only person standing still in a bar, where the rest of the patrons have decided to beat one another up. It makes for an interesting view, and she throws a punch in to someone who gets that violence too close to her, but that doesn't mean she's not up for conversation with someone!