"Excellent aim on Charlie's part today, don't you think, old bean?" asks Hawkeye Pierce, barely skipping a beat as he steps through the door and sees that he is standing in Milliways Bar rather than the Swamp. He is wearing a ratty maroon bathrobe and a pith helmet, and speaking in an exaggerated, atrocious British accent, carrying a folded chair ( Read more... )

There is a man wandering the bar. He is wearing army fatigues complete with a major's insignia, and carrying a notebook, in which he is taking half-hearted notes. He has this instinctive feeling that good - fanatical - note-taking was very important to whoever this notebook belonged to, but - he can't read the handwriting ( Read more... )

[ooc: OOM: The tree god and the comfort goddess have an idea.

Tremble with fear, mortals. Or just see the plot refresher.]There is a Jack in the bar, drawing at a table ( Read more... )

[OOM: Jim and Dwight get set for a routine sales call.]A door opens bringing with it a wintry gust of Northern Pennsylvania wind and two paper salesman ( Read more... )

Frank Burns sits at the bar with a pen and a legal pad. He scribbles furiously, bent low over the pad of paper with his tongue between his teeth. From time to time, he looks up, shooting sneaky, suspicious looks at the patrons around him.

The comparison to a small predatory rodent has never been so apt.

The water is warm, almost too warm to be refreshing, and sparkles in the early afternoon sun as the squid frolics in the distance.

It's the perfect temperature for swimming, and the sun is the perfect temperature to make one need to swim.

So come on in. The water's fine.

Klinger isn't hiding underneath that booth over there. No, he isn't hiding at all. He's just strategically resting, ignoring the wad of bubble gum that got stuck on the hem of his stark white nurse's outfit (complete with a cute red cape), and maybe occassionally looking to make sure no one has followed him here.

He tried to prove to Colonel ( Read more... )

Frank steps into the bar and freezes.

It is a long, long moment later when blue eyes widen knowingly and he says, "This is a Communist plot."

He straightens his jacket in one sharp move and walks to the bar, and with every step, his voice gets stronger. "Commie plot," mutters Frank Burns. His lip curls and he takes a stool. "Commie plot."

Ahh, Thanksgiving in Korea ( Read more... )

After nearly four months and 136 tags since it's conception, I am pleased to post the following OOM, in which four muns attempt to write their own M*A*S*H episode. Or, well, at least part of one. So, muchos gracias to the players of Hawkeye (yes, you Cati), Trapper, and especially Mulcahy for putting up with this crazy idea and actually getting ( Read more... )