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Dec 03, 2006 10:17

When the door opens, it opens to a warm and gorgeous San Francisco landscape. A man who is yelling something down the road while walking backwards enters.

"I told you, Natalie, I don't -- "

And that's when the door closes.

Monk stands there and stares at it for a few moments, just to make sure it doesn't go anywhere. He counts, silently: One, two, ( Read more... )

mr. gumby, hedwig robinson, john munch, gibbs, peter venkman

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pirate_gibbs December 3 2006, 14:23:44 UTC
Gibbs notices the newcomer. What an oddly dressed man. A colonist from some farawy port, no doubt. But one with some form of paper money...maybe someone to convince to cover the bill today. (Not that Gibbs has ever been able to talk his way into such things. That's Jack's purview.

"Good day, sir," he says.

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slightlymonkish December 3 2006, 14:26:54 UTC
"Morning," Monk says with a half-grin, trying his hardest to not to say OH MY GOD MAN TAKE A SHOWER FOR THE LOVE OF --

-- he bites his tongue. Literally.

Ow.

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pirate_gibbs December 3 2006, 14:28:25 UTC
"Is something wrong?" Perhaps, this being a bar, the man is already half-drunk. Or cursed with fits?

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slightlymonkish December 3 2006, 14:30:56 UTC
Oh, he's cursed with something, alright.

"Not at all," Monk says through his teeth, forcing a smile. His cheeks are starting to hurt. "Nice day, isn't it?"

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2brickstogether December 3 2006, 14:43:55 UTC
If you're coming from San Francisco, it's certainly okay to wear flowers in your hair.

Mr. Gumby is here to help.

He thrusts an arranged (read: damaged) bouquet at the newcomer. "Welcome!" he bellows. "Would you like a nice flower?"

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slightlymonkish December 3 2006, 14:49:00 UTC
Monk... stares.

"Uh. I'm allergic," he says, blinking. "But... thank you anyway?"

The blinking is then followed by more blinking.

[ooc: OH MY GOD AHAHA LOVE!]

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2brickstogether December 3 2006, 14:54:35 UTC
[ooc: IT HAD TO BE DONE. *GRINS!*]

Gumby blinks back.

Maybe the fellow didn't understand him.

Perseverence will win the day, however. That's one of the Gumby family mottos. (Along with "Damn the Belgians" and "I am an expert.")

This time he shakes the bouquet a little harder. Some slightly rattled petals litter the floor. "FLOWERS. THEY'RE NICE."

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slightlymonkish December 3 2006, 14:59:46 UTC
That's when Monk takes a tiny step back.

Okay, CRAZY.

"Yes, but they make me sneeze and my eyes get all watery and STOP SHAKING THEM you're getting pollen all over."

Another step.

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doc_venkman December 3 2006, 17:31:47 UTC
Good, because the first time Venkman ran into him, there was spraying of Lysol. Spraying INNA DA FACE! That is.

Hence why the psychologist Ghostbuster was doing some eyeing as he grabbed some coffee and food.

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slightlymonkish December 3 2006, 23:48:25 UTC
"I promise I won't spray you with anything this time," Monk calls to Peter, grinning and holding up his hands to show that they're completely empty, save for the mug of cocoa.

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doc_venkman December 4 2006, 03:42:37 UTC
Peter eyed him some more, "Good, took me a few days to clear the taste of Lysol out of my mouth."

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slightlymonkish December 4 2006, 20:15:35 UTC
"Sorry," he says sheepishly, smiling as innocently as a man his age can manage. "I kind of lost it. Bar's not giving me cleaning supplies anymore."

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blowupthefloats December 3 2006, 21:37:38 UTC
"Now that looks like a good idea," observes Munch as he notes Monk's hot chocolate. It's frickin' freezing in Manhattan today. Monk is just glad that he doesn't have to pull a stakeout.

OOC: (HIIIIIII!!!!!! *waves*)

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slightlymonkish December 3 2006, 23:49:25 UTC
[ooc: OMG HI! Welcome! :D!!]

"Of course it's a good idea."

Even though it wasn't really Monk's idea, he's going to pretend it was.

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