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[patriotqueen]

Bad ideas; a relative concept. To doctors, hypochondriacs and the careful, this would be a decidedly bad idea. To someone whose nature had always been self-destructive and who had decided some time ago that he didn’t care if he lived or died in this place, this was just a bit of fun.

It was liberating, in a way, this carelessness. Guy had spent so

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[alittleofboth]

Leave it to Guy to find a way to be civilized - for the given value of 'civilized' offered by a picnic blanket, a book, a bottle of something, and a couple of glasses - even in Tabula Rasa's mad wilderness. Anthony sighed when he found him, a long-suffering sigh common enough to be called cliche. Though to be fair, Guy was already trucking in cliches himself.

Then he spotted the mushrooms.

"What are you doing?" Anthony asked, already dreading the answer as he sat and poured himself a glass from Guy's jug.

[patriotqueen]

"Ah, the long-suffering sigh, the exasperated roll of the eyes and the duplicitous pour of wine,” Guy commented sardonically as he sniffed his full glass.

“Trying out a new recipe,” he replied in answer to the question.

[alittleofboth]

"If you are going to be utterly predictable, then there is no reason I shouldn't be," Anthony shot back at a deadpan. He leaned back on one hand and eyed the 'recipe' in question. "I'm going to assume that you don't have the slightest idea what you're about to ingest."

[patriotqueen]

"None whatsoever," Guy said, managing to say it proudly and lifting his glass. "Might I add that you have no idea what you are about to ingest either?"

[liliesfromluce]

"Anthony's friend, isn't it?" Luce announces as she comes across him, tipping her head to the side to regard him curiously, an interested look on her face. "The one who thinks I secretly want to screw him?" she estimates, best as she can.

[patriotqueen]

It was an accomplishment to get Guy to choke on his drink, and Guy would indeed have applauded it, had he not been chocking on his drink.

"Never, never bring up that sort of image again." He coughed. "I have a horridly vivid imagination. Well, not 'horridly' usually, but in this particular case, that is the only and kindest word I can think of."

[liliesfromluce]

"Well, just know that I'm not content to be fucked," she remarks, as blase as a woman can be when discussing such things. "I'd definitely have to be the one penetrating, but I'll stop to prevent your delicate brain from scarring. And don't worry, it's fairly horrible, even to me."

[patriotqueen]

"You seem insistent in ruining lunch," Guy pouted, glancing at his glass (the only lunch he was having). "Now I know why Anthony likes you."

[1000_cranes]

"Please tell me that no part of that is poisonous," says Charlie, standing there with her hands on her hips just above the flare of her skirt, head tilted on one side as she looks down at him. "Because I am not running that damn school on my own, Guy. I've told you that before."

[patriotqueen]

"Yes, you have, mater," Guy said and smiled charmingly, brilliantly, wonderfully at her.

"No part of this is poisonous. I'm absolutely ninety percent certain of it."

Guy didn't teach statistics, not because he didn't understand them, but because he lied about them very often.

[1000_cranes]

"Don't you pull that Latin shit on me, either," she says, but she's smiling fondly when she says it.

"Okay, so it's only ten percent I've gotta worry about then. Jesus, Guy, you're a disaster waitin' to happen."

[patriotqueen]

Guy looked up and smiled knowingly. "That's quite ironic, actually."

"Come on, sit down, refuse a glass and enjoy the afternoon."

[song_n_dance]

It had actually taken Cole some time to find him, which was unusual since on a given day there were a few normal places that Guy might be found. One of them, pleasingly enough, was with Cole. Which actually was the case again once he finally spotted him in the woods and approached.

"I hope that's something good," he said, and it was unclear whether he meant the wine or the book or something else entirely.

[patriotqueen]

"I hope so too," Guy said, with a wide grin as he patted the spot next to him, indicating Cole should sit. "Wouldn't want to poison this island's greatest composer."

[song_n_dance]

"Oh, do go on," Cole said. "Go on and pour me a glass while you're at it."

[patriotqueen]

Guy did pour him a glass and refilled his own. "I tried these - or something very similar to these - years ago. We had mixed the mushrooms with mango liquor at the time." Some wry fondness spread on his face as he thought of Billy. (Good people shouldn't be allowed to leave the island. Poor man.) "I remember it being quite fun, but he didn't take it well. Shell shock came back to him."

[phoinikothrix]

"I would have never thought you to be a fan of picnics," Francis said as he approached the blanket, "but then again, that doesn't look like much of a picnic at all."

Quirking an eyebrow, he looked down skeptically at the bottle of wine and the man seated near it. "Hello, Guy."

[patriotqueen]

"Oh, but this is. The term has always been misused by others to suit their purposes. I don't recall picnics were ever much different," Guy replied, innocence itself, as he poured two glasses (he was a man prepared, for once).

"The only thing we're lacking - and it is a horrid shame - is the Cam, right there, and some punters working their way across it."