[IC: JUNE WATCHTREE POST (not the "Temple of Man Love", dammit Nightcrawler)]

[comesquickly]

[RANDOM SHENANIGANS]

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[dickaster]

So I think we should come up with a password.

[comesquickly]

Dude, we already have a fingerprint ID system and an iris scanner.

[dickaster]

Yeah, but you never know when someone's going to steal your fingerprints and/or eyeballs. Or when you'll wind up in someone else's body. You've gotta be prepared.

[comesquickly]

Okay, so we need a password, too. Any ideas?

[dickaster]

[on his computer, doing Important Things]

[comesquickly]

[sprawled on a beanbag chair on the floor]

Are you done yet?

[dickaster]

Dude, if I was done, I wouldn't still be doing it.

[comesquickly]

Come onnnnn, man, I'm bored!

THE DAY THE WATCHTREE GOT DISCOVERY CHANNEL

[rhymeswithgrim]

[one Red Robin, reporting for cable hook-up duty. his arms are full of technological paraphernalia and -- sweet mother of Mercy, there's a tin of muffins on top of that modem.]

[comesquickly]

Dude! Muffins!

[dickaster]

. . . Did you make those yourself?

[rhymeswithgrim]

Definitely not. I wanted us to have sustenance, not food poisoning. A friend was trying out a few recipes in the mess hall, so I snagged us a few.

[shifts the box of cables, moving the muffins just out of arm's reach ~subtly~. Tim's very familiar with speedster metabolisms, kthnx.]