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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[hi everybody! guess who's no longer zombified? THAT'S RIGHT! our resident Gene Genie! who is currently sitting at the bar, nursing a pint of bitter and Thinking About Things -- namely, his second death and, oh, HOLY SHIT HE WAS A ZOMBIE. ergo, he's actually being quiet for once! no one be an ass and ruin it :|]

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[didorothy]

[guess who's being an ass and ruining it? That's Sam, yes it is]

I didn't think you could stay quiet this long, Guv. No, don't answer. I'm basking in the glory of the moment.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[damn you, Sam :|]

Oi, shut it and take a seat, Gladys.

[didorothy]

[does so, leaning back against the bar, crossing his ankles, and glances sideways at his Guv. Eyebrows slightly lifted, he is asking, "Well?" without actually putting in the effort to say the words]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[doesn't actually look at his DI, shoulders slumped a bit, nursing his glass, then slides it over to Sam, pouring himself another. he doesn't really need to say 'We need to talk.']

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack has been wandering the Plane, and finally arrives at the bar. He glances at Gene, but then says nothing and begins looking through the selection of alcohols.

None of the names mean anything to him, so he settles for picking out one of the tequila bottles along with a wine glass, pouring the liquid until it almost reaches the brim, obviously intent on drinking it all]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[gives him a Look]

If you're lookin' to get pissed, there's better ways of doing it.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[looks up, obviously confused] Is there something wrong with it now?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Wanders in examining her notebook.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[takes another drink!]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[O hai thar non-zombied Gene. She sits down next to him, wearing the too-smooth expression of a cop trying not to show she's worried.]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Sits down on the counter, out of reach.]

...

You don't stink now.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[he glares]

You do.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

It's good you don't stink!

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[someone is here, sans glasses, to check on Gene - yes, really. Remember she cares about Gene in the way that she dislikes him intensely. And she knows he's just been fighting, too.

But Gene also appears to be brooding, so she's hanging back near the door.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[he knows your there, even if he doesn't turn around to look, and waves you over, Fumie]

What do you want, girlie?

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[she comes over now and hops up to sit at the bar. As a side note, many she's getting used to sitting at the bar. Bad influences, all of you]

Everything cleared up, ne? Are you feeling better? [at least she means 'physically'. Being a zombie has to feel gross]

[madamemoiselle]

{Come on Gene, you're coming to the Plane to be emo, do you think people aren't going to ruin that?}

Ne, what's wrong, Gene? You're better, at least.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[he says it isn't being emo! he's just Thinking]

Nothin's wrong, luv. Just havin' myself a pint. Haven't done that in a bit.

[madamemoiselle]

{Riiight. She sits down in the chair next to him}

Well, usually when you have one here, it seems like that means that something happened.

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Is poking around behind the bar]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[is watching her silently]

[humanwaterdemon.livejournal.com]

[Glances over] What are you drinking?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master is here to ruin things, Gene. but he will start polite]

Thinking about things, Mr. Hunt?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[go away, Master]

Don't see how that's any business of yours.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[no]

It was just an idle inquiry. Can't I be concerned from time to time?