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[obnoxiousadams]

[ooc: So here we have John Adams (again - he's been reset - let me know if you have any complications from his reset... ment!) from the musical, 1776. If your pup recognizes him as being the second President of the USofA, that's fine! He's going to pretty much think that he's lost his mind, along with everyone in this strange place, so I'm not

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[mothpapa]

"Aww, I just love when the new ones come in!" a very female voice coos in John's ear. She sidles past him cleavagely, toga swishing.

HER PEEPS INVENTED CONGRESS, JOHN.

"Hiya, honey. Where'd you pop in from?"

[obnoxiousadams]

THEN A CURSE UNTO THEM!

"... Philadelphia, God help me."

He stares incredulously at her.

"Where in the hell am I?"

[mothpapa]

"Oh, not in Hell," she answers patting his cheek. "Unless you're dead. You remember kicking any buckets lately? Eat any fast food? Watch some really GRIPPING sports? Or... maybe a sudden awakening after a... no, you wouldn't do that." Her smirk is suggestive in the way the ocean is wet. "Welcome to Milliways, sugarpuff."

[obnoxiousadams]

"Sometimes, madam, I wonder whether or not death would be a fitting escape from the incompetence I am put through on a daily basis."

Not only is he loud - he's emo!

"Milliways?"

[mothpapa]

"Aww, he says words back like an expert!" She strikes a pose and points him towards the window through which one might witness the end of the universe.

"Know what that is?"

[obnoxiousadams]

John glares at her. "Madam, I will inform you very kindly that I am not one to be mock --"

He glances toward the window, mid-sentence, and falls silent.

Deep down, he wants to blame Congress for this. Somehow.

[mothpapa]

Megara leeeeeans in real close, one strap of her toga sliding delicately off her shoulder.

"Isn't it charming?"

[obnoxiousadams]

John looks horrified.

At the window and at the woman.

Congratulations, Megara! You got John Adams to shut up!

[mothpapa]

"So, you plan on staying a while?" She slips an arm around his shoulders. "Have a drink, watch the universe end... Oh, don't worry -- it starts again in about a half hour."

[obnoxiousadams]

"Why are you touching me?"

[mothpapa]

"Because you feel--" she turns to face him and wraps her leg around his "--nice." Smolder.

She's only doing it to make him squirm.

[obnoxiousadams]

And squirm he does! A lot.

"Madam, I'm married, please stop that."

He's trying to wiggle away. Really!

[mothpapa]

"Aww. Where's wifey-poo?" Meg simpers, twirling his hair around her finger.

[obnoxiousadams]

"Back home in Braintree," he says slowly, successfully breaking away from the insane woman.

[mothpapa]

Meg pouts at him. "What kind of a name fora place is that?" she snorts.

[obnoxiousadams]

"A very good name, madam," he says with a scowl. "And I'm proud to call it my home! Why, where do you come from?"