Caritas - Sunday evening [Open]

[bluth_illusions]

GOB was, on occasion, a man of his word. Usually when it was much easier than lying. In this case, it was, because if he didn't wear the damn Mountie suit then the damn Mountie would do his best to annoy him.

It also didn't matter. He needed to get used to the costume for the trip he was taking tomorrow.

This week was going to be great.

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The Stage [2/25]

[bluth_illusions]

O Canada! Our home and native land!

Re: The Stage [2/25]

[bluth_illusions]

GOB had nothing better to do at the moment and he felt that he wouldn't have many opportunities to practice this in front of people, so he went up on stage.

Ô Canada! Terre de nos aïeux,
Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux!
Car ton bras sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter la croix!
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brillants exploits.
Et ta valeur, de foi trempée,
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.

The Bar [2/25]

[bluth_illusions]

True patriot love in all thy sons command.

Re: The Bar [2/25]

[nine_and_ears]

It was late, after the service, when the Doctor sat at the bar, and got a series of shots from Tino.

One for Katrina.

One for Sara.

One for Adric.

One for Kamelion.

One for Rose, his Rose.

And one last one.

For Gallifrey.

Re: The Bar [2/25]

[lovechildblair]

Blair didn't feel like going back to his room after the service so he headed to Caritas and ordered something red and alcoholic and took a seat at the bar.

The Lounge [2/25]

[bluth_illusions]

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,

OOC [2/25]

[bluth_illusions]

The True North strong and free!