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Fandom Island Gazette Building, Saturday
"Carl. Carl." There was a heavy weight on Carl's chest, suddenly. "Wake up, Carl. We have a small problem."
Frowning, Carl tried to remember having brought someone home the night before... and couldn't. He'd been up late printing the week's worth of Gazettes. Alone. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Carl? Good. Come on, the dog got into the papers."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
a few explanations and half a bottle of aspirin later
...
and after Carl had been convinced by the agonizing separation pain to climb back into the window and sit down to talk
"Okay, so you're me. And you've always been there. And I just couldn't see you. And you're a raccoon. That talks."
"Badger."
"Badger. Much better. A talking badger. I'm a badger." He blinked a moment, then his eyes narrowed as he caught the joke.
"You're not a badger, I am." The daemon facepalmed. "Look, can we just move on? That dog of yours-"
"He's not my dog!"
That got him a 'yeah right' smirk (and who knew a badger could smirk?!) "Fine, THE dog destroyed all the papers last night. What are we gonna do?"
Carl rubbed his face with both hands. "A badger and a news hound. Finally a full staff, and no paper to show for it."
[Gazette building is open!]
Frowning, Carl tried to remember having brought someone home the night before... and couldn't. He'd been up late printing the week's worth of Gazettes. Alone. He opened his eyes slowly.

"Carl? Good. Come on, the dog got into the papers."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
a few explanations and half a bottle of aspirin later
...
and after Carl had been convinced by the agonizing separation pain to climb back into the window and sit down to talk
"Okay, so you're me. And you've always been there. And I just couldn't see you. And you're a raccoon. That talks."
"Badger."
"Badger. Much better. A talking badger. I'm a badger." He blinked a moment, then his eyes narrowed as he caught the joke.
"You're not a badger, I am." The daemon facepalmed. "Look, can we just move on? That dog of yours-"
"He's not my dog!"
That got him a 'yeah right' smirk (and who knew a badger could smirk?!) "Fine, THE dog destroyed all the papers last night. What are we gonna do?"
Carl rubbed his face with both hands. "A badger and a news hound. Finally a full staff, and no paper to show for it."
[Gazette building is open!]

Uhm No actual paper today
Talk to Carl
ooc
Re: ooc