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[christ_onabike]

Who: Patrick Donal Maguire and YOU. YES, YOU, YOU LUCKY THING.
When: Friday!
Where: All over the shop.
What: It's a day in the life of our favourite angry Irishman. As previously evidenced by... so many people. Too lazy for links. Pioneered by Mr Rube Sofer.
Warnings: Language. Oh, the language.

you folks know the drill by now.

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8pm. the laundry room.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy was a little annoyed at the amount of starchy potato juice he got on his shirt whilst cooking. So went to stick them in a washer afterwards. He didn't like the idea of leaving potato juice on anything. Currently, he's juggling washing powder and a handful of Parker's clothes too. He had to keep the bet.]

9:30pm. THE PUB.

[christ_onabike]

[Now he had pub access back, Paddy had taken up a slightly familiar position of sitting at the corner of the bar, cigarette in one hand and a very slowly moving pint of beer next to him. He more came to watch people, rather than drink. It was one of the more interesting things you could do on the Chatsworth, and definitely one of the more interesting things you could do here.]

Re: 9:30pm. THE PUB.

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath has been a fairly quiet worker lately, even blank, though he welcomed the conversation he had with Iroh earlier on. Today, a little of the old spark is back, in that rather than looking completely switched off, he's annoyed. That comes largely from the cleanup in the library. As it is, it only shows in his somewhat clipped body language and a characteristic scowl.]

Top you off?

9:30pm. THE PUB.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy glances over and gives Mozenrath a relatively impassive nod,] Aye, go on, why not? [He takes a careful drag from his cigarette,] Don't you already have a fucking job, kid? [He never paid much attention to who worked where, apart from the kitchen.]

9:30pm. THE PUB.

[mightymorbid]

[Mozenrath takes his mug back and brings it under the tap.] Yes. And now I have two. Previous arrangement with my last Warden.

midnight. deck again.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy's just sitting, smoking in the dark, looking up and thinking. It was sort of relaxing, a late night smoke.]

Re: midnight. deck again.

[thatlibbychick]

[Libby meanwhile, is walking around because she can't sleep again. And who is that sitting over there? Could it be...yep, the guy from the flood!]

Hi Paddy.

Re: midnight. deck again.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy glances over and exhales slowly,] Are you really Libby? C'mon, fat guy picture. Fork it up. [He smirks at her and sticks his cigarette back in his mouth.]

Re: midnight. deck again.

[thatlibbychick]

[She grins and takes her picture-fold from her back pocket, and flips it open to the sleeve with Hurley's picture.]

Affirmative. Your turn.