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[action_antihero]

Jack's either forgotten what day it's likely to be, or he's hoping that he's missed it; as either way, when he walks in he's looking rather worried, though there's a grin that keeps slipping onto his face momentarily.

That doesn't last very long.  Only until he realizes he's suddenly wearing a lot more clothing than he'd put on that morning.

He

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[slasherofprices]

"Think of it this way: it could be much worse," says the man who looks remarkably like another version of one of Jack's friends. Except with a bloody axe.

[action_antihero]

The axe gets quite a lot of eyeing, particularly as it doesn't look like the fake, plastic Halloween kind. "You could say that. I've had worse."

[slasherofprices]

"How worse?"

[action_antihero]

"Like vampire worse. I kept biting my tongue wiht teh fangs. And the musketeer outfit wasn't much of a thrill either."

He's still eyeing the axe. "Decided to go after some of the demon bunnies tonight?"

[docscurlock]

...this is oddly Victorian perfect. And how can you have a Victorian without another staple?

"Nevermore!"

Quoth the raven.

[action_antihero]

Well it's not a midnight dreary, and Jack isn't poring over a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--rather, he's poring over the bar, wondering where the hell his drink is already--but he doesn't miss the allusion.

Jack looks up and spots the Raven. "Fuckig Milliways."

[docscurlock]

Fucking Millways is right! Do you have any idea how hard it is to fly?! There's flapping and windspeed and a good rudder with the tail feathers and it's just tiring.

However, the Raven fetches one of the signs that says Bar is out of order and helpfully brings it to Jack.

[action_antihero]

"Uh...thanks," he says, looking at the sign and groaning. No wonder he hadn't seen a bartender on duty--they're hidden down at the other end of the bar by the crowd that's trying to buy drinks.

He eyes the bird suspiciously. "So, can you say anything other than 'Nevermore'?"

[accessobrian]

Pay no attention to the smile in the icon.

Chloe has wheels attached to her short boots.

And SPANDEX.

AND HER MUN DID NOT ALMOST WRITE SPANKEX.

[action_antihero]

Jack looks over and just about goes blind from the colours, not to mention the fact that there's a lot more of Chloe that's...visible.

"Uh...hey, Chloe. You didn't piss off Bar or anything, did you?"

[accessobrian]

Edgar Stiles would not be a pleasant sight in this outfit.

"Probably." Chloe orders a stiff drink, but it comes up... horribly wrong.

"What the fuck is wrong with Bar?" She doesn't even want to smell this...drink, if one can call it that.

[action_antihero]

Jack hands her the sign the bird had delivered to him. "Somehow Mike--the other barman--got his brain stuck in bar's body. I think."

[geeky_agent]

"You're not Obi-Wan!" Chris cries, the disappointment evident in her voice.

[action_antihero]

Jack turns to see Chris with what looks like two cinnamon buns on her head. "Hello to you too, sweetheart," he says, giving her a kiss. "Who are you supposed to be?"

[geeky_agent]

"I thought I was Princess Leia but looking at my outfit again, I'm pretty sure I'm one of Queen Amidala's handmaidens. Which seemed odd until I saw Michelle."

Chris = Geek.

She tilts her head to look at him. "Who are you supposed to be?"

[action_antihero]

"I'm not sure I'm supposed to be anyone in particular; just someone from outside our time, I guess. How was work?" he asks, gesturing to a table if she wants to take a seat.