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Dec 29, 2006 16:11

After chatting with Foxtrot X-Ray last night (and sleeping off the resultant hangover), Bob met up with Seymour Krelborn and concocted a Plan. It involved Seymour leaving Milliways for an hour or two, and returning with a list of names scribbled on the back of an envelope. Bob takes the list and brings it, with a note of his own, up to the Bar. ( Read more... )

foxtrot x-ray, notes, seymour krelborn, guardian bob

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wyrd_fox December 30 2006, 01:13:47 UTC
Well, you know it had to happen sooner or later.

Foxtrot comes up to get something liver-implodingly alcoholic. The arrival of the magazines is...unexpected to say the least.

"WHAT?! Bar, I'm cured, baby!"

They're still sitting there.

Foxtrot blanches and produces a crucifix out of thin air.

"Back! Back! I cast you out in the name of The Farm!"

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mend_and_defend December 30 2006, 01:28:01 UTC
Somewhere in the back of the bar, a Guardian is watching and snickering.

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wyrd_fox December 30 2006, 01:30:32 UTC
Foxtrot finally stops freaking out enough to check the pile out (Wearing gloves and a surgical mask, of course. After the tofu, he's taking no chances.)

Then he finds the note...and his eyes narrow.

"Ooooohhhhh, it's so on, Bobby!"

Without further ado, he scoops the papers and magazines up and heads upstairs.

This promises to be entertaining...or traumatic.

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