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[theguv.livejournal.com]

[today, Plane-goers, is a special day! for you see, today we have sighted the elusive 'Guv' in his natural habitat: the pub. or as natural as a pub comes on the Plane, meaning he's at the Astral Bar. because really, when isn't he. but today is different, because the Guv isn't drinking, though he sourly wishes he were. no, today, this terrifying animal has in front of him actual, honest-to-god paperwork

you see, Plane-goers, on occasion, the Guv will stop being boorish and actually look at casework. the reasons behind this unusual behaviour differ, but for today, that reason is nightmares, and what better way to soothe a distraught mind than with pointless, nancy paperwork?

yeah, that's what the Guv thinks, too]

Bloody hell.

Comments

[gotitwrong]

[Gene is not elusive to Ray, seeing as they see each other pretty much daily. And usually in similar surroundings. But I feel like playing Ray, so here is Ray, appearing in the pub, observing his Guv for a few quiet seconds.

Gene Hunt doing paperwork on the plane? What is this nonsense.]

You want me to get Chris to go over that for you, guv?

[He leans against the bar itself, more or less relaxed.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[gives Ray a Look]

I want the work done, Carling, not used as a napkin.

[gotitwrong]

[Ray just shrugs.]

Nah, Tyler's been on his case 'bout it. He'd probably get some of it done 'fore he started doodlin' on it or sommat.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'll have to have a talk with Tyler, then. If he's training Christopher, I'd like to know about it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{this is just me going /SCREAMS, excuse me}

Ne, Gene is doing paperwork? Is that Sam sick?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

['sup Christy~]

Tyler? No.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, why are you doing it, then? This is the kind of thing that Sam really liked, not you.

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

{Booster was gonna come drink, and hopefully Ted would show up, but woah, another barfly.}

Uh. What's up?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[and he looks up at this new disturbance! and is disturbed

why you gotta dress like that, Booster]

The hell's asking?

[no-wait-gold.livejournal.com]

Booster Gold! Greatest hero you've never heard of.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[Kate approaches the bar, looking generally worn for wear, and smirks slightly when she catches sight of his files]

Now there's part of the job I don't miss.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Couldn't agree more, luv.

[borntostand.livejournal.com]

[as she starts rummaging] Things go much smoother without all that red tape in your way.

/spams

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[a wry smile turns Barbara's lips when she sees vaguely familiar paperwork; as she rather easily lifts a stool out of her way]

I could help with that, if you want.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Don't remember asking for help from some plonk.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[a narrowing of her eyes, a tense of her shoulders - and then, simply, a raise of her eyebrows]

Never been called cheap wine before. [she'll just roll up into your business now]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[and you thought Booster's outfit was weird...have a dude in a dress, Gene B)] Are you alright?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[ohgod it's a poof] What's it matter to you?

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[frowns] You seemed distressed. Is there anything I can do?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Oh, look, Gene. To complement the Guv at the bar, there's a Kirk (dressed in standard Starfleet uniform with trousers, natch) at the bar getting a glass of something strong.

She glances in his direction and tips her glass in clearly empathetic salute.] Worst part of the job.

[It doesn't even matter what job he does. Paperwork is the worst part, end of story. Besides, he doesn't look like he's enjoying it particularly.]

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Not fond of it myself, no. [and by this point he's got himself a pint, so he tips it in her direction] Copper?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Starfleet.

[But, you know, close enough. Or something.]

Jim Kirk.

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell, now that's just depressing. Doing paperwork in a pub. And you haven't even a proper drink to wash it all down with.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

And what's it to you, legs?

[brandyhabit.livejournal.com]

[she arches an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest] Legs? [she looks down at her own legs for a moment, but actually shrugs it off] I've been called worse in my time at least.