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[After Marton tells Christian.]

"God love the General Intake," Harry muttered, shifting another stack of files to the side and rubbing his eyes, trying to ignore the growing rumbling in his stomach. Elijah'd gone out for a lunch run a bit ago, but clearly telling him he didn't need to hurry back was a mistake. "Maybe he decided he needed to bake the bread for the sandwiches," Harry snorted, reaching for another set of files and opening the top one.

Opening the door without bothering to knock, taking liberties that Harry insisted on, Dwayne stuck his head round the corner, his expression marred by a worried frown. ( ''You're wanted upstairs,''he said tersely. ''As in, His Majesty. As in, right now!'' )

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As Christian led the way into the Shack, Johnny thought about asking if anyone wanted something to drink, more out of habit than anything else, but they'd all just come from the overflowing cornucopia of the Carnival and if the others felt anything like he did then all they wanted to do right now was get off their feet. ( Read more... )

The morning after this.


"Alone at last." Marton gave Will a filthy wink and dived toward his stomach, intent on blowing a raspberry.
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Johnny got out of the shower, towelled off and slipped into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. It promised to be hot today -- that had been obvious even first thing in the morning when he'd snuck over to Palace Proper to swipe some muffins out of the dining room -- and he planned to shuck the shirt as soon as it got uncomfortable. Obie bounced back and forth next to him when he headed for the kitchen. He got his morning cookies after Johnny got dressed and wanted to make sure they weren't forgotten. Johnny handed him one, then followed him to his bed and dropped a handful. Happy crunching followed him back across the room, where he handed Shannon her cookie. She ate it politely and wagged her tail a couple of times, but her heart clearly wasn't in it.

( ''Sorry, love. I'm still working on that haunch of elk, okay?'' )

[Featuring/referencing OCs: Sara Carlisle, Linus Eckhert, Adrian Forrester, Charlie Larson, Halloran (Hal) McCarran, Calhoun (Cal) Shorter, Ben Tattersall, Lisa Bianchi]

( The Fire Marshal has forbidden the use of excessive candles in the name of fire safety. More than one (1) candle per three (3) square centimeters of icing is hereby declared an unacceptably unsafe fire hazard and forbidden per Public Safety Reg. D14-209.5. Therefore, cranky old coots get one (1) candle on their cake. Deal with it and Happy Birthday. )

24hrs after this.

Christian leaned back in his seat, despite the twinge it caused, and put his bare feet up on the side rungs of Liam's seat, sipping at his coffee. Liam was halfway through the paper and munching on toast as he read, Christian sitting beside him and working on his second cup of coffee while he waited. He wanted to talk to Liam if he got the chance, but there were certain other things that would need to be dealt with first, any second now if his senses were pinging him correctly and Johnny and Adrian really were waking up this time.

There, they were awake. Good. And... they'd found his little surprise. Excellent. He felt humor and just a touch of embarrassment from Johnny, and could hear giggles from both of them coming from down the hall. Liam looked at him from over the top of his paper, one inquiring eyebrow raised. Christian just grinned at him and held one finger up in front of his mouth. Any second now....

And then it came, startled dismay from Johnny, then a howled chorus of "CHRISTIAAAAANNNN!!" flavored with feelings of dire vengeance. ( He grinned and sipped his coffee. Ahh, success. )

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“How am I supposed to get angry at you when you look at me like that?” Marton complained, his arms wrapped around Will’s waist and Will’s arms likewise around his own. ( Read more... )

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The condemned man stopped outside the infirmary doors, straightened his jacket and looked back over his shoulder at his trying-hard-not-to-smirk son and bodyguard.
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