The Streets of Fandom, Thursday Evening

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Really, Eric should have known better than to risk it. Of course, that presumed that whatever had struck Fandom that day -- the evidence, no matter where he'd went, had been both unavoidable and audible -- would have passed him by in his alcove.

Fat chance.

Still, he hadn't expected quite what had struck him as he walked down the street:

Whenever life gets you down,
keeps you wearing a frown,
and the gravy train has left you behind...
and when you're all out of hope,
down at the end of your rope,
and nobody's there to throw you a line...

[First thread locked to two, please, but open after that if you want to catch one of the boys -- and, uh. ... NSFW-ish due to mildly obscene lyrics. *angel*]