The streets of Fandom to Galactica Point, late afternoon

[blackadder_nth]

Edmund is drinking and mumbling. Unless your drunkenese is particularly fluent, he's likely completely unintelligible, but it would seem from his inflection and general tenor that he is haranguing someone about something

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[strongestgirl]

[[ooc: He's drunk and not singing the song about the little goblin? Awwww! Poor Eddie!]]

[union_jane]

See the little goblin/
See his little feet/
And his little nosey-wose/
Isn't the goblin sweet?

[strongestgirl]

((ooc: Yay!

[union_jane]

Seras was growing fond of her cabin mates. However, they did live in close quarters, and she needed some space to think. The events of the last couple weeks had given her quite a lot to digest and sort out, mentally.

She picked her way along the beach. She'd taken off her shoes and was enjoying the feeling of sand between her toes.

As she neared Galactica point, she started to hear odd sounds which turned into incoherent mumblings which turned out to be coming from her (probably) ex-boss.

"Mr. Blackadder?"

[blackadder_nth]

Edmund peered blearily at the speaking blur until the blur resolved into a couple of Serases.

"Seras?"

[union_jane]

"I--Yes, it's me. Do you want some help, Mr. Blackadder?"

Seras had never seen anyone well and truly slitzed before. But, even the world's most sheltered Convent Novice could have got what was wrong with him.

[blackadder_nth]

"No!" he snapped.

"Next you'll be wanting me to thank you for something too."