Outside of the Arms Hotel, Then Dean Stinson's Office, Very, Very Late Saturday Night
It had, in Rikku's opinion, been way too long. Inexcusably long. And they were all back for the weekend, and she'd promised John Sheppard that they'd get up to some mischief this weekend, and, okay, she was mildly drunk.
So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.
"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.
(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)
So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.
"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.
(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)