Subject: OOC: Meanwhile, in the Sorting Room...
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Posted on: 2012-10-02 22:18:00 UTC

A small crowd of Spies congregated around Gaspard’s computer in the Sorting Room.

They had been watching the development of Jaycacia’s newest adventure with interest ever since the appearance of the badfic!DoI’s Dark Division. The newest chapter had come out and the crowd was reading up on the slaughter of their badfic selves.

“Great Scott,” mumbled Gaspard, scrolling down the page. “It’s a bloody massacre. Does this author even know how the DoI operates, or what its agents do? We pull surveillance for Glod’s sake, not assassinations.”

“Yes, but that sort of explains why we all died,” said Nasir. “To be fair, ‘we’ did put a dent in the Board of Department Heads.”

There was a chorus of muttered agreement and chuckles behind him.

“Yeah. Says here that Gus killed the Hornbeam with a lightsaber,” said Bulldog, pointing at the relevant passage.

“Yew kiddin’? The man’s so fat and out of shape he was mistaken fer Sergeant Colon last week!” said someone in the back.

“I heard that, Yakov!”

“Ouch. Hey Bulldog, you’re the first casualty.”

“Ooh, nice work with the Marquis, Snapshot.”

“Ha! You got owned by the Hyacinth, Nasir.”

“Oh, come on, I would have at least brought Juliane with me,” replied the Arabic man, holding up his Glaceon. “Ice deals double damage versus grass. And why were we all armed with knives? Surely some of us would have brought a flamethrower? Or a firearm?”

“Screw logic. Jaycacia will probably revive all of the dead Flowers by sobbing over their ashes,” said Angus.

“Yes, quite.”

“Hey, Gaspard helped take down the Queen Anne’s Lace!”

The junior agent snorted. “Yeah, fat chance. In reality, I would have stayed out of that mess.”

Somebody make clucking sounds nearby.

“Hey, he who runs away lives to fight another day,” said Gaspard.

“Yeah, but in your case you’d keep on running,” said Angus, giving the Spy a friendly nudge in the ribs.

“Point taken, sir. I’ll have you know it works for the Doctor, though.”

Bulldog glanced at his wristwatch. “Okay people, back to work! We’ve still got three hours left on this shift! You can read up on it once you’ve punched out and gone home.”

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I couldn't resist.

SeaTurtle

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