Blood Gulch Arms - Wednesday

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Blood Gulch Arms is closed. Or so the sign says. Maybe a duck finally turned it around. O'Malley is nowhere to be seen. Instead Benedict, formely known as the bratty duck with teeh, is sitting on the counter quacking at his duck soldiers who are covering every inch of the spartan shop. Other ducks are outside, patrolling the street and quacking at anyone who passes.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *breaks down and starts hunting up a good recipe for orange sauce.*]

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Peking duck also very tasty. And there's always turducken. Fandom will be eating ducks for a while.))

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[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky had been observing the situation from a distance on and off since the weekend. This was just weird. Tex's other half was either demented or had a really weird sense of humor. He crept back into the shadows. He had no weapons, and he couldn't take on a whole duck army plus Tex, so this called for extreme measures.

He was going to have to get creative. Just in case.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Okay. So this situation was getting more bizarre by the moment. Brazen, Yazoo stood on the sidewalk, looking in the shop at all the...ducks.

Ducks everywhere. Stepping back, Yazoo shook his head. So she was going to take over the town...no, the universe with ducks.

The thought disturbed him on many levels.