I just want to say that I love you all and this day's rp has been ridiculously awesome. You jerks are responsible for one of my least-productive work days ever (and I love my job) because I kept having to check to see what new greatness you were producing. Examples include:
Kiden's genre-savvy post, John McClane going Charles Bronson on everybody
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A shotgun blast cut him off. Grinning, Tank Girl pumped the weapon, ejecting the cartridge. “Yep. It's loaded.” With that, she went back to whistling as she wiped the counters. Selina just smirked.
Piper took a pull on his Guinness. “I like it,” he said. “Interesting atmosphere. Very lively.”
“I like the entertainment,” Selina added. Eddie stared.
“Come now, Selina. You must have seen Casablanca at least as many times as I have,” he said. “It’s straddling the line between classic and cliché. Why-“
‘GODDDAMMIT YOU IDIOT!’ Tank Girl cut him off again, thankfully minus the shotgun this time. Suddenly a phone was being shoved in Eddie’s face by the Speakeasy’s irate proprietor. “You! Smart guy! Back me up on this. Tell Jet that Rod Stewart’s not worth the shit he probably eats!”
“Oy!” Jet Girl’s voice came over the phone. “Whoever that is, there’s something you should think about before you answer. 1) I have a fucking fighter jet, and 2) I really fucking like Rod Stewart.”
Eddie’s mouth and mind worked furiously as he looked between the phone and Tank. There was a flash and a whir as Selina captured his expression for posterity on her camera. Piper smiled and took another drink.
“I think she wasn’t talking about the movie, Eddie.”
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Glad to know the fine tradition of Eddie-harassing is carried on.
Splendid.
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