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[passthefudge]

"Maddie!  Bring my fudge down when you come

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[gotapenny]

Off at one of the tables, two WWII issued paratroopers are talking quietly over cups of what one may think is tea. Well..in the medic's case it more than likely is tea. As the oddly dressed man bursts into the room both George Luz and Eugene Roe look up giving each other both a questioning look before Luz manages to call out. "Hey! Lower the pipes there, mac, some of us are tryin to have a conversation here!

Gene just shakes his head and replies in his drawled out Cajun tone, "People s' strange 'round these parts, George. Let 'em be."

[passthefudge]

Double-take from Jack. They look fairly normal but...

"Soldier ghosts!" he concludes. "I'll give you until I take these suckers out to clear out of here. If not..."

He grins darkly. "I'll rip you apart molocule by molocule!"

[gotapenny]

It is very much a what the fuck? look that crosses the radioman's face. Both look like they've been through hell already having most of their gear with them- helmets sitting on the table and Luz's rifle nearby. George can't help but make a face towards Gene. "I'm alive. Are you alive, Doc?"

"I'm a' doin fine, Luz. Jus' leave'm be. Nots our fight.."

Which prompts the radioman to stand. George isn't the type to being threatened lightly. "Just put the weapon down, pal. Ain't no ghosts here."

[passthefudge]

Jack looks a little closer at the man...then double-takes.

"Then explain your eyes, ghost!"

Brown eyes are never seen on humans in Jack's universe. And, in this light, it's easily mistaken for red

George is about two seconds away from getting ecto-foamed.

[first_sixth]

There's a guy sitting at a table who looks perfectly normal -- or at least, he would if he weren't clad from the neck down in a black and gold Ranger uniform and glowing green. Whether or not that green is due to what he's drinking or natural, well, those who don't know him will just have to guess.

The commotion gets his attention, naturally, and he looks up to see what's going on.

"-the hell?"

[passthefudge]

Jack doesn't see Tommy at first.

Unfortunately, Tommy is directly behind Bob.

Thus, Tommy gets coated with whatever Ecto-foam misses Bob.

[first_sixth]

Mild-mannered science teachers don't generally use some of the words that come out of Tommy's mouth, but in this case he feels that they're justified. He just came in for a quick recharge, having learned that Sprite food and drink are a-okay while in uniform. He can't help the visible effects such food produces.

But he's already been slimed once today, and getting another load of it right in the FACE, even if it was an accident, does not a happy Ranger make.

"Do you MIND?!" he bellows, grabbing his helmet with one hand and trying to wipe his still-glowing and now-slimy face clean with the other forearm. "What do you think you're doing?"

[passthefudge]

Hard to tell if Jack is freaked out or having the time of his life when he spots Tommy.

"There's hundreds of them, Maddie! Be sure to save a couple for dissection!"

[the_h_star_r]

Homestar looks up from his meal.

There's a familiar presence in the air.

One that usually comes with the question:

Lookin' for a fight?

He wasn't, but he might be now.

"So," he says, looking at his reflection in his glass. "Guess I wasn't expecting to see you here."

[mend_and_defend]

Suddenly, the glass isn't there anymore.

Neither is the meal.

That's what happens when a flying Guardian lands in the middle of your table.

[the_h_star_r]

"Oh, now that's just rude. You know you don't have to do that to get me to fight," he says from his spot on the floor.

Oddly enough, it doesn't look like Homestar's talking to Bob.

"To fisticuffs!" he cries.

And he scuffles with....

......himself?

[mend_and_defend]

Bob struggles to his feet, and...

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"Uh... do you need any help, there?"

[poisonwine]

Oh shit! Weapons! Without even thinking about it, Belle runs over, attempting to knock the gun out of Jack Fenton's hand.

[passthefudge]

Jack's built around the lines of Mount Washington. Attempting to knock the gun out of that grip winds up with a sore hand forthe knockie and an annoyed Jack.

"Eat foam, ghost!"

[poisonwine]

She dodges, and aims a kick at his wrist, yelling. "Bastard! Dis is my home!"

By the way, the little assassin is nearly foaming at the mouth.

[passthefudge]

In an impressive feat of dumb luck, Jack pulls back enough so that the kick grazes him.

But it still hurts like hell.

"OUCH!"

Cue backpedaling.

"Maddie! We need to get the Fenton Assault Vehicle!"

[visible_sariel]

There's a girl in a red uniform in a seat at the bar. She looks pretty close to normal; black, mid-twenties, curly hair. that uniform might not help, though. The glass of something pale green she's sipping from probably doesn't either. The double explosion through what for her is a nonexistent door makes her jump. "What the...?"

A second later she's standing and, in true Starfleet fashion, hurrying over the better to hopefully diffuse a sticky situation. Yeah, right. "Excuse me? I know this is difficult to believe, but this isn't your lab. I can explain." She's trying to be a voice of reason, here; good luck, Sariel.

[notjustcookies]

"Get away from my husband, ghost!"

KAHWUMP! goes the ecto-bazooka.

[visible_sariel]

"If you'd just lower your weapons," she starts, and is halfway to holding out both hands in the universal she hopes? gesture of 'I'm unarmed', when she's soundly kahwumped by that ecto-greenshooter-thingie. "I can explain this--eeeyicch!"

That red uniform? Is now green. As is Sariel's face. Splutter, sputter. "Hey! That was uncalled for. Please, drop your weapons!" Starfleet training's only going to go so far, here. Especially when you're spitting out green foam.

[notjustcookies]

KAHWUMP! KAHWUMP! KAHWUMP!

This will probably continue as long as Sariel's anywhere near Jack.