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He offered his arm, playing a bit of an old-fashioned gentleman in an attempt to make her laugh. Once she'd taken it, they strolled off down the corridor together.

Having finished her drink, Cassie ducked away from Zach and backed off a bit. "I'm going to get another drink," she stated firmly, ignoring Nat rolling her eyes. "Won't be long." With that she headed off into the crowd, though her departure had been mostly motivated by Zach. She couldn't work out if he was trying to make her blush or if it was accidental, but either way it was probably a good idea to get out of his vicinity for a while.

Nat and Kelvin watched her go, but after a moment the younger of the two turned back to Zach to carry on the conversation. Kelvin, on the other hand, kept an eye on Cassie, just in case.

The Agent in question edged through the dancers, trying to avoid getting caught up by those who were getting overly enthusiastic. She didn't pay much attention to anybody else apart from that, though.

Sara nodded.

"Don't think I've ever been there. Heh, I probably need the coffee. Lead the way, then, yeah?"

"Missions, keeping the minis under control, keeping ourselves relatively under control," the tall Agent shrugged. He glanced back over at Cassie as she chugged her drink and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not sure whether to get you another one or forbid you to go anywhere near the bar."

Congrats on attaining such an impressively large amount of killed badfics. Have a medal and a stuffed panda.

She didn't feel too great about the idea, having been thinking about the friends she'd lost last year (not to mention the scar running across her back that she'd picked up in the fighting), but maybe she should make an effort.

Shifting into the crowd, she began swaying along in time with the music. As she moved through the dancing people, a few familiar faces appeared, and she smiled. Maybe more people were okay than she'd thought. Backing away from one girl who looked like she'd had a bit too much to drink, Jessie bumped into someone behind her and turned round.

"Sorry - oh. Hi, Big Murphy. Been a while."

[[OOC: I'll detach Cassie from the thread with Zach and send her over to Troy if y'like.]]

The shorter Agent was looking both embarrassed and bewildered at Zach's behaviour, and evidently unsure of how to respond. After a moment, though, the Welsh girl paid attention to Zach's question.

"Up ta? Not much, really. Since they let Cass out o' FicPsych at the end o' March, we've been just doin' regular Suefics an' tryin' ta stay out o' trouble."

Kelvin nodded. "It's been rather uneventful, really. What about you and Sara?"

Meanwhile, Cassie, still feeling ridiculous, downed what was left of her drink in one gulp.

as he pulled her to her feet. "Is there somewhere you like to hang out when you're not on a mission? I'd offer my RC, but it's not in the most cheerful area of HQ - well, DAVD generally isn't."

He shrugged. "Or there's the Cafeteria, but I'm guessing the offer of potentially fatal food poisoning isn't all that attractive... wait, I know. There's the Lounge. A friend of mine from Despatch - well, she's DIA now, but she was in Despatch - told me about it. Apparently the coffee's pretty good there. Sound like your kind of thing?"

Krisp was excited again.
"There ain't enough for this guy," said South.
What' couldn't but agree. All three watched the fireworks.

I can go for whole hours at a time without a drink.

I think it's more just the English. Our reputation as drunken hooligans is well deserved, after all. And whiskey for cold symptoms is as old as the hills.

Anyway, it could have been worse. Be thankful I decided against suggesting "step three: ketamine - this horse tranquiliser will not only take away the pain but will also send your mind on a highly distracting and convoluted journey to another dimension [the management will not be held responsible if the dimension in question is the seventh circle of hell and the time spent therein an eternity]. Also not recommended in the bath".

When he returned, he brought out several high-quality fireworks. Jane was surprised, and was about to ask Leto the reason when she saw the change that had come over this part of HQ.

The Ceiling had changed itself into a vast dome, large enough for several rockets to set off at the same time without any serious damage to those below.

"What, how?"

"Don't question it, my love, you know better than that."

"Very well. Now let's set up a surprise."

They then lined up the fireworks one by one, and Smeagul the Mini-Balrog set them off.

What resulted was one of the brightest displays of pyrotechnics ever known.

Then, they kissed.

Krisp went all excited when he saw there was Bleepomulan beer and Bleepanar too.
"The Star Trek geek is back again," said What'. "Watch out, people."
"And who's watchin' the watchers, I wonder."
"Me."
"Rodney McKay, leave What''s body RIGHT NOW."
"Thanks, South. I guess we have an exorcist now."
"Hey, I was supposed to be the exorcist..."
"You're already the killer. You also want to charge the Sues?"
"Oh no, keep the fun for yourself, old dirtbag."
"Shut up, dwarf."
"At least I'm not a midget."
"What? Dwarf." South couldn't believe Krisp was bringing this again.
"Midget."
"Dwarf."
"Midget."
"Stop that, you two."

since he's almost been woobified beyond recognition. Not that he has a devastating new past (I actually did that once and managed to pull it off, not to brag or anything), but he's annoyingly apologetic and sensitive. Just... slap him or something if he starts crying.

("RW" being "Real World")

The Flowers wouldn't bother with AA; if drinking helps us do our jobs and stay sane, they'll hand out the liquor free. That said, it doesn't reflect real life; Agent Sedri knocks back Bleepka as needed, but I hate drinking.

...except in Pads' case, I guess. (:P Pads)

Extremely horny and homocidical, huh? Better keep him away from the female scientists... that could lead to Melancholy Situations.

I do warn you, though, he's a Replacement Stu in a slashfic, and he's a replacement of Evil Flippy. He will be teetering between extremely horny and severely homicidal, so I suggest you keep him chained.

I say it'd be a great idea because then we have more test subjects for those personality dialysis tests we're doing. ;]

Kinda like Photoshop, but open source and free. It's good stuff.

~Neshomeh

What's the "Gimp"?

This is what happens when I'm bored and my fiance is encouraged to come up with the most evil thing he can. He did the female figure, I did the male. Hope it's good for laughs and education. *g*

Figures courtesy of TekTek.org. Background and text done by me in the Gimp.

~Neshomeh

'Twas fun. We were all disguised. I had a sword, an axe and a flail made of plastic tubes and plastic foam, and people kept stealing them. It annoyed me, because they didn't take good care of them.