Caritas [Sunday evening]

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Greg had ducked, swerved, and snuck his way into town to open Caritas.

(The boy was kind of foolishly dedicated sometimes.)

When he got there, he dutifully ignored the fact that his boss was hiding in the back with a bottle of Scotch, and instead positioned himself behind the bar with an emergency kit, his Swiss army knife, and a few homemade explosives. You know, just in case he needed to toss something through a window.

Oh, and his cell phone, which he checked every fifteen seconds or so.

Caritas was, technically, open.

[I am so very scatterbrained. Modding Tino might be a good idea.]

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The Stage [12/03]

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In case anyone feels like singing any invasion songs.

Re: The Stage [12/03]

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GOB heard the bells and ran out to the stage, remembering what they meant.

He was very drunk at this point. That's why when he started singing, he immediately ripped his shirt of in celebration.

"We di'it! We wooooooooooon! WHOOOOOOOOO! This one goes ow't' all th' trolls whose ASSES we kicked! YEAH! It's a lillle song by a ban' name King and the Mercuries!" Very drunk.

've paid m'dooooooos -
Tie after tieeeeeee -
've done m'senentence
Buh committed no criiiiiiiiiiiime -
'n huge mistaaaaaakes
've ate a feeeeeeeew
've had my share of nah nah nah -
But I've come throooooooooooooooough!

Yeah, weeeeee are th' champions - my frieeeends
'n weeeeeeee'll keep on fightin' - tillthend -
DUN DUN DUNUN
Yeah, weee are th' champions -
Weeeeee are th' champions
Nooooo time for loooooooooooosers
'Cause we are th' champiooooooooons - ovth wooooooorld -

And that's when GOB passed out. Tino helped him back to the yacht later on.

The Bar [12/03]

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Or drinking any invasion drinks.

The Lounge [12/03]

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Or do any invasion...lounging.

OOC [12/03]

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*hides from trolls*