Merry Christmas (with Fic!)
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crossover_chickHappy Holidays, everybody! I'm having a pretty nice Christmas so far. The haul:
-->Two packs of gum
-->Two pairs of bed socks
-->Two things of Ferrero Rocher chocolate
-->A can of hot chocolate mix
-->A purple button-down shirt
-->A new pair of pants
-->A Corpse Bride T-shirt
-->A blue pajama shirt (since I've got more bottoms than tops)
-->Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett
-->Two Borders gift cards -- a $40 one from one aunt, a $25 one from the other
-->A $25 Newbury gift card
-->A new pair of bootie slippers
-->My Alice poster framed (Mom actually managed to slip it out of my room without me noticing)
-->And the latest Corpse Bride Hallmark ornament! It's Victor and Emily at the piano, and it actually plays part of the duet!
Now, I believe I have some stuff for you lot. First, "A Week of Secundus Christmas:"
Day Seven: Carols
“God rest ye merry scientists/May nothing you dismay/Your giant death ray laser/Will charge upon this day/Granting you ultimate power/And the world beneath your sway--”
“I refuse to believe people actually sing that.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure Madblood’s got a variation for his army of identical clockwork Automatons.”
Victor arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah! The guy’s big into battle anthems.” Marty grinned. “Okay, how about this one: Deck the halls with gears and cogs/fa la la la la, la la la la/Tis the season to mutate frogs/fa la la la la, la la la la/Don we now our coats and goggles--”
“Do you even remember any normal carols?” Emily asked, poorly hiding her giggles behind her hand.
“What, you’ve never heard of: Joy to the world, my Fabricated lives!/Let the peasants form a mob--”
“These have to be sacrilegious,” Victoria said, although she was smiling.
“Father Gale never seems to take issue with them,” Sir Christopher told her.
“Indeed! I’ve heard him singing one about three Automatons visiting the manger before Christmas Mass,” Richard said, pouring more tea for everyone.
“I think it’s accepted around here that we Touched can pervert anything to our whims – even Christmas carols,” Doc added with a chuckle. “Not that I’ve ever tried; Marty’s the musician.”
“Makes me wonder why you’ve never tried applying your talents to your music,” Alice said, sitting next to Victor on the piano bench.
“Oh, I’ve considered it. I’m still working on butterflies that would follow flight paths based on musical notes. Their nervous systems are so primitive that it’s rather hard going at times, I’m afraid.”
“Just keep at it,” Doc said encouragingly. “If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”
“Thank you.” Victor looked around the room and smiled. “It’s – it’s really lovely, being able to spend the holidays with all of you. This is probably the nicest Christmas I’ve ever had. Even with Marty making up the strangest carols I’ve ever heard,” he added, winking at his friend.
“Oh come on – save that judgement until you’ve heard the one about the red-nosed reindeer.”
This was another one that was sparked by my having to think up ideas for the Holiday Special drabble over at Charloft. I honestly had no idea how I was going to do this one at first -- I couldn't think of how to pervert any carols. Luckily, stumbling upon the idea of "God rest ye merry scientists" saved me. After that, it was actually pretty easy to write.
-TTV: *laugh* I see I'm at the piano, as always.-
Natch. This is set at Victor and Alice's house, if you're wondering. Other notes -- before, Marty said "I've invented a new steam turbine" for the "Joy to the World" rework, just to be goofy. I eventually changed it to something that fit the meter better because it sounded better. Father Gale is the guy from the First Church of Steam -- you'll see him in at least the last chapter of "Secundus" itself. I'm sure you can guess what he's named for. Alice asking Victor about applying his mad science talents to music is a subtle shout-out to my never-posted Narbonic story, where Marty's Mad Science talents apply to sound. And the last line is an anachronistic shout-out to Rudolph, of course.
And now, some gift-fic:
Your Name is Clark, Not Bobby
“All right, either I’ve finally lost it or the temperature’s really dropped in here.”
Ael hugged herself for a moment, looking around. She definitely did not remember it being quite this chilly when she’d woken up this morning. Had a cold front moved in? A quick check of the local weather revealed no change in the outside temperature. She inspected the heat vent next – also normal. “What is going on here?” she mumbled. Had her room developed its own weather system? Or was it just her mind playing tricks on her?
A fresh cold breeze coming through the door proved it was definitely not the latter. Ael cuddled up by the heat vent and prayed for the furnace to come on soon. “I really hate winter,” she said to no one in particular.
Finally, the heating system kicked in again. As Ael got the feeling back into her hands (and the rest of her), Clark came into the room. Ael frowned at him – it looked like her favorite Kryptonian was attempting to hold his breath indefinitely. “What’s with you?”
Clark frowned, then attempted some very poor charades. Ael arched an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me. Why don’t you just talk?”
Clark looked at her, then sighed, letting out a “whoosh” of air. Ael gasped as the breath hit her – it was cold! “Yikes! What – you–”
Then it hit her. Her eyes went wide. “Oh, no way. . . .”
“I know,” Clark said, looking extremely embarrassed. “I can’t believe Marty was actually right about this.”
Inspired by a thread where Marty informed Clark that he was due to develop ice breath. Clark was -- skeptical. XD I figured, since all of his other powers seemed to cause problems when they first developed. . . .
Do TARDISes Trump Raising The Dead?
What the – how can that be there?!
Victor stared at the large blue box sitting to one side of the fish statues that decorated the stairway into his house. It was a rather odd-looking box, with what appeared to be a set of doors on one side and some sort of light on top. He’d seen this box before – back at the beginning of this whole adventure. More accurately, he’d felt it – he’d ran straight into it while fleeing from Emily. He’d been briefly confused as to why there was a blue box in the woods, but fear and adrenaline had enabled him to dismiss the question as irrelevant while there was a corpse bride chasing him. Then Emily had caught up to him on the bridge, and with everything else that had happened, he’d completely forgotten about that particular strange event.
Until now, of course. He edged toward the box, wondering what, if anything, he should do about it. He’d just completed one of the oddest and most trying times of his life – did he really want to risk another adventure so soon?
Abruptly, the doors in front of him opened, and out popped a youngish man in a bow tie. “Now then, let’s see – oh, here again? I thought we – oh. Hello.”
Victor gaped for a moment. He had a vague memory of this man (and a young lady) helping him off the ground after he’d run into the box, but he had absolutely no idea who he was. And what he was doing coming out of a box. “H-hello.”
The man looked him up and down. “Fixed suit – take it you’ve just come from the church?” Victor nodded numbly. “Everything settled then? Emily off to a better place, Barkis off to a worse one?”
Victor felt his jaw drop. “H-how do you--”
“Let’s just say it’s a talent of mine. Don’t worry, everything’s happened as it ought to,” the man said over him. “I know you’re a little sad over Emily being off, but trust me, you’ll see her again. After all, you collect butterflies, don’t you?” Victor just nodded again. The man gave him a grin. “Right. Now, if you’ll excuse me – galaxies to save, space-time continuum to look after, tea to drink – you know how it is.”
With that, the man disappeared inside the box again. Victor caught a quick glimpse of the inside before the doors shut (which seemed to include three other people, how did that work?). Then there was an extremely odd “vworp” noise, and the box simply faded away into the night air. Victor stared at the spot it had been a moment. Then, he shook his head and headed for the stairs. “I’m just putting this down to a hallucination due to lack of sleep.”
Inspired by the fic Gigs wrote based on my suggesting the TARDIS appear at an awkward moment in Corpse Bride. Sorry your alter ego doesn't actually leave the TARDIS, Gigs, but for some reason just the Doctor wanted to say hello.
Crossing the Timestreams
“So! How is everyone’s favorite medieval king?”
Arthur glanced up from polishing his sword. “Oh, hello Captain John,” he said with a little smile. “I’m fine. How is everyone’s favorite terror of the timeline?’
“Terror? You wound me, Artie,” John said with a wink, plopping down beside him.
“I told you, don’t call me Artie.” Arthur went back to his sword, carefully running his cloth down the length. “And don’t make any crude jokes about what I’m doing, either.”
“I haven’t even said anything yet!”
“Yes, but you were thinking it.” John just grinned at him. Arthur rolled his eyes. “What brings you by?”
“Well, I just had to talk to you. You’re taking the kid being here really well.”
“The kid? You mean that little boy that’s been running around?”
“Yeah! I thought you – wait. Little boy?”
Arthur glanced up at John, frowning. “Yes. What is it?”
“. . .You honestly don’t notice anything – weird – about him?”
“I can’t waste my time with children right now,” Arthur said. “I have my duties as a prince, after all. It’s enough trouble keeping tabs on Merlin.”
“Right. Just to be clear – you don’t know who this kid is.”
“No, and neither do I care. Why do you? I thought the only child you gave any thought to was your daughter.”
“Never mind,” John said with a shit-eating grin. Leaning back, he murmured to himself, “And so world-ending paradox shit is averted because Artie’s freaking oblivious.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Inspired by Moose getting herself an ickle!Arthur to go along with her canon one. We were talking in chat, and she mentioned that Big!Arthur was too oblivious to really notice his younger self. I thought John would be all over that. And the Artie thing was inspired by my calling him Artie and him getting huffy. XD
It’s Showtime?
“So she thinks Loki has been teasing her? In the form of Beetlejuice??”
Ally’s Doc nodded. “Yup. That was a rather strange experience we all went through a few nights ago. And it honestly wouldn’t surprise me to hear that Beetlejuice was, at the very least, in league with Loki.” Glancing over at Vic’s NonTrilDoc, he added, “Have you ever seen the movie or the cartoon?”
“No, although Vic knows just about everything there is to know through popcultural osmosis,” NonTrilDoc said. “And we’ve seen the ‘Day-O’ scene on YouTube.” He looked thoughtful. “And I suppose ‘Beetlejuice’s Graveyard Review’ counts for something. . . .”
Ally’s Doc chuckled. “Maybe. I’ve never seen it myself, so I can’t give an opinion.” He turned serious again. “Does your Vic ever have to deal with supernatural happenings?”
“Certainly not on the level Ally does – the most excitement we have is in flashing lights and the occasional hint that her Victor and Alice dolls are alive,” NonTrilDoc said. “And frankly, I’m perfectly content with that. I don’t know what we’d do if mischievous Norse gods decided to make themselves known to us.”
“I’m not sure what we’re going to do,” Ally’s Doc admitted. “But I’m sure she’ll think of something. Ally’s good at that.”
“She is, from what I’ve seen,” NonTrilDoc agreed. Then he chuckled. “I don’t think Loki would want to come over and bother us anyway.”
“What? Why not?”
“Well, between Victor probably pestering him for an autograph and Vic demanding to know why he let Son of the Mask be made. . . .”
Inspired by some weirdness Ally went through after getting into the Beetlejuice cartoon -- not trying to make fun here, just liked the joke. I've seen bits and pieces of the original movie, but never the entire thing, as stated. The "Graveyard Review" is a show at Universal Orlando Mom and I caught when we were down there for the BTTF screening. Though I hate to explain the joke, the reason Victor wants an autograph and I want an explanation is that Loki figures into The Mask's mythology -- Loki is either trapped inside the titular object or made it himself. Son of the Mask is the one that suggests the latter. It's a sequel, and -- from everything I've heard -- a truly terrible one.
Hope you enjoy! I'll be back later with a few pictures of my loot. :D
-->Two packs of gum
-->Two pairs of bed socks
-->Two things of Ferrero Rocher chocolate
-->A can of hot chocolate mix
-->A purple button-down shirt
-->A new pair of pants
-->A Corpse Bride T-shirt
-->A blue pajama shirt (since I've got more bottoms than tops)
-->Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett
-->Two Borders gift cards -- a $40 one from one aunt, a $25 one from the other
-->A $25 Newbury gift card
-->A new pair of bootie slippers
-->My Alice poster framed (Mom actually managed to slip it out of my room without me noticing)
-->And the latest Corpse Bride Hallmark ornament! It's Victor and Emily at the piano, and it actually plays part of the duet!
Now, I believe I have some stuff for you lot. First, "A Week of Secundus Christmas:"
Day Seven: Carols
“God rest ye merry scientists/May nothing you dismay/Your giant death ray laser/Will charge upon this day/Granting you ultimate power/And the world beneath your sway--”
“I refuse to believe people actually sing that.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure Madblood’s got a variation for his army of identical clockwork Automatons.”
Victor arched an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yeah! The guy’s big into battle anthems.” Marty grinned. “Okay, how about this one: Deck the halls with gears and cogs/fa la la la la, la la la la/Tis the season to mutate frogs/fa la la la la, la la la la/Don we now our coats and goggles--”
“Do you even remember any normal carols?” Emily asked, poorly hiding her giggles behind her hand.
“What, you’ve never heard of: Joy to the world, my Fabricated lives!/Let the peasants form a mob--”
“These have to be sacrilegious,” Victoria said, although she was smiling.
“Father Gale never seems to take issue with them,” Sir Christopher told her.
“Indeed! I’ve heard him singing one about three Automatons visiting the manger before Christmas Mass,” Richard said, pouring more tea for everyone.
“I think it’s accepted around here that we Touched can pervert anything to our whims – even Christmas carols,” Doc added with a chuckle. “Not that I’ve ever tried; Marty’s the musician.”
“Makes me wonder why you’ve never tried applying your talents to your music,” Alice said, sitting next to Victor on the piano bench.
“Oh, I’ve considered it. I’m still working on butterflies that would follow flight paths based on musical notes. Their nervous systems are so primitive that it’s rather hard going at times, I’m afraid.”
“Just keep at it,” Doc said encouragingly. “If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”
“Thank you.” Victor looked around the room and smiled. “It’s – it’s really lovely, being able to spend the holidays with all of you. This is probably the nicest Christmas I’ve ever had. Even with Marty making up the strangest carols I’ve ever heard,” he added, winking at his friend.
“Oh come on – save that judgement until you’ve heard the one about the red-nosed reindeer.”
This was another one that was sparked by my having to think up ideas for the Holiday Special drabble over at Charloft. I honestly had no idea how I was going to do this one at first -- I couldn't think of how to pervert any carols. Luckily, stumbling upon the idea of "God rest ye merry scientists" saved me. After that, it was actually pretty easy to write.
-TTV: *laugh* I see I'm at the piano, as always.-
Natch. This is set at Victor and Alice's house, if you're wondering. Other notes -- before, Marty said "I've invented a new steam turbine" for the "Joy to the World" rework, just to be goofy. I eventually changed it to something that fit the meter better because it sounded better. Father Gale is the guy from the First Church of Steam -- you'll see him in at least the last chapter of "Secundus" itself. I'm sure you can guess what he's named for. Alice asking Victor about applying his mad science talents to music is a subtle shout-out to my never-posted Narbonic story, where Marty's Mad Science talents apply to sound. And the last line is an anachronistic shout-out to Rudolph, of course.
And now, some gift-fic:
Your Name is Clark, Not Bobby
“All right, either I’ve finally lost it or the temperature’s really dropped in here.”
Ael hugged herself for a moment, looking around. She definitely did not remember it being quite this chilly when she’d woken up this morning. Had a cold front moved in? A quick check of the local weather revealed no change in the outside temperature. She inspected the heat vent next – also normal. “What is going on here?” she mumbled. Had her room developed its own weather system? Or was it just her mind playing tricks on her?
A fresh cold breeze coming through the door proved it was definitely not the latter. Ael cuddled up by the heat vent and prayed for the furnace to come on soon. “I really hate winter,” she said to no one in particular.
Finally, the heating system kicked in again. As Ael got the feeling back into her hands (and the rest of her), Clark came into the room. Ael frowned at him – it looked like her favorite Kryptonian was attempting to hold his breath indefinitely. “What’s with you?”
Clark frowned, then attempted some very poor charades. Ael arched an eyebrow. “I have no idea what you’re trying to tell me. Why don’t you just talk?”
Clark looked at her, then sighed, letting out a “whoosh” of air. Ael gasped as the breath hit her – it was cold! “Yikes! What – you–”
Then it hit her. Her eyes went wide. “Oh, no way. . . .”
“I know,” Clark said, looking extremely embarrassed. “I can’t believe Marty was actually right about this.”
Inspired by a thread where Marty informed Clark that he was due to develop ice breath. Clark was -- skeptical. XD I figured, since all of his other powers seemed to cause problems when they first developed. . . .
Do TARDISes Trump Raising The Dead?
What the – how can that be there?!
Victor stared at the large blue box sitting to one side of the fish statues that decorated the stairway into his house. It was a rather odd-looking box, with what appeared to be a set of doors on one side and some sort of light on top. He’d seen this box before – back at the beginning of this whole adventure. More accurately, he’d felt it – he’d ran straight into it while fleeing from Emily. He’d been briefly confused as to why there was a blue box in the woods, but fear and adrenaline had enabled him to dismiss the question as irrelevant while there was a corpse bride chasing him. Then Emily had caught up to him on the bridge, and with everything else that had happened, he’d completely forgotten about that particular strange event.
Until now, of course. He edged toward the box, wondering what, if anything, he should do about it. He’d just completed one of the oddest and most trying times of his life – did he really want to risk another adventure so soon?
Abruptly, the doors in front of him opened, and out popped a youngish man in a bow tie. “Now then, let’s see – oh, here again? I thought we – oh. Hello.”
Victor gaped for a moment. He had a vague memory of this man (and a young lady) helping him off the ground after he’d run into the box, but he had absolutely no idea who he was. And what he was doing coming out of a box. “H-hello.”
The man looked him up and down. “Fixed suit – take it you’ve just come from the church?” Victor nodded numbly. “Everything settled then? Emily off to a better place, Barkis off to a worse one?”
Victor felt his jaw drop. “H-how do you--”
“Let’s just say it’s a talent of mine. Don’t worry, everything’s happened as it ought to,” the man said over him. “I know you’re a little sad over Emily being off, but trust me, you’ll see her again. After all, you collect butterflies, don’t you?” Victor just nodded again. The man gave him a grin. “Right. Now, if you’ll excuse me – galaxies to save, space-time continuum to look after, tea to drink – you know how it is.”
With that, the man disappeared inside the box again. Victor caught a quick glimpse of the inside before the doors shut (which seemed to include three other people, how did that work?). Then there was an extremely odd “vworp” noise, and the box simply faded away into the night air. Victor stared at the spot it had been a moment. Then, he shook his head and headed for the stairs. “I’m just putting this down to a hallucination due to lack of sleep.”
Inspired by the fic Gigs wrote based on my suggesting the TARDIS appear at an awkward moment in Corpse Bride. Sorry your alter ego doesn't actually leave the TARDIS, Gigs, but for some reason just the Doctor wanted to say hello.
Crossing the Timestreams
“So! How is everyone’s favorite medieval king?”
Arthur glanced up from polishing his sword. “Oh, hello Captain John,” he said with a little smile. “I’m fine. How is everyone’s favorite terror of the timeline?’
“Terror? You wound me, Artie,” John said with a wink, plopping down beside him.
“I told you, don’t call me Artie.” Arthur went back to his sword, carefully running his cloth down the length. “And don’t make any crude jokes about what I’m doing, either.”
“I haven’t even said anything yet!”
“Yes, but you were thinking it.” John just grinned at him. Arthur rolled his eyes. “What brings you by?”
“Well, I just had to talk to you. You’re taking the kid being here really well.”
“The kid? You mean that little boy that’s been running around?”
“Yeah! I thought you – wait. Little boy?”
Arthur glanced up at John, frowning. “Yes. What is it?”
“. . .You honestly don’t notice anything – weird – about him?”
“I can’t waste my time with children right now,” Arthur said. “I have my duties as a prince, after all. It’s enough trouble keeping tabs on Merlin.”
“Right. Just to be clear – you don’t know who this kid is.”
“No, and neither do I care. Why do you? I thought the only child you gave any thought to was your daughter.”
“Never mind,” John said with a shit-eating grin. Leaning back, he murmured to himself, “And so world-ending paradox shit is averted because Artie’s freaking oblivious.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Inspired by Moose getting herself an ickle!Arthur to go along with her canon one. We were talking in chat, and she mentioned that Big!Arthur was too oblivious to really notice his younger self. I thought John would be all over that. And the Artie thing was inspired by my calling him Artie and him getting huffy. XD
It’s Showtime?
“So she thinks Loki has been teasing her? In the form of Beetlejuice??”
Ally’s Doc nodded. “Yup. That was a rather strange experience we all went through a few nights ago. And it honestly wouldn’t surprise me to hear that Beetlejuice was, at the very least, in league with Loki.” Glancing over at Vic’s NonTrilDoc, he added, “Have you ever seen the movie or the cartoon?”
“No, although Vic knows just about everything there is to know through popcultural osmosis,” NonTrilDoc said. “And we’ve seen the ‘Day-O’ scene on YouTube.” He looked thoughtful. “And I suppose ‘Beetlejuice’s Graveyard Review’ counts for something. . . .”
Ally’s Doc chuckled. “Maybe. I’ve never seen it myself, so I can’t give an opinion.” He turned serious again. “Does your Vic ever have to deal with supernatural happenings?”
“Certainly not on the level Ally does – the most excitement we have is in flashing lights and the occasional hint that her Victor and Alice dolls are alive,” NonTrilDoc said. “And frankly, I’m perfectly content with that. I don’t know what we’d do if mischievous Norse gods decided to make themselves known to us.”
“I’m not sure what we’re going to do,” Ally’s Doc admitted. “But I’m sure she’ll think of something. Ally’s good at that.”
“She is, from what I’ve seen,” NonTrilDoc agreed. Then he chuckled. “I don’t think Loki would want to come over and bother us anyway.”
“What? Why not?”
“Well, between Victor probably pestering him for an autograph and Vic demanding to know why he let Son of the Mask be made. . . .”
Inspired by some weirdness Ally went through after getting into the Beetlejuice cartoon -- not trying to make fun here, just liked the joke. I've seen bits and pieces of the original movie, but never the entire thing, as stated. The "Graveyard Review" is a show at Universal Orlando Mom and I caught when we were down there for the BTTF screening. Though I hate to explain the joke, the reason Victor wants an autograph and I want an explanation is that Loki figures into The Mask's mythology -- Loki is either trapped inside the titular object or made it himself. Son of the Mask is the one that suggests the latter. It's a sequel, and -- from everything I've heard -- a truly terrible one.
Hope you enjoy! I'll be back later with a few pictures of my loot. :D
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:16 am (UTC)Oh BJ... That crazy crazy dead guy. D: The show at Universal definitely counts!! Their version of Betelgeuse/Beetlejuice is like a combination of the movie and cartoon universes (which apparently there was going to be a movie that was going to bridge the two that fell through the cracks-to-movie-purgatory-oblivion).
EEEE I think it's wonderful! It reminds me that I had a comic I have been wanting to draw you... But maybe I'll just type it up! It's been in my head for at least a year now! It concerns your boys as the Ghostbusters....
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:22 am (UTC)Yeah, it's a great show, really fun. :D (Really? That's too bad. Although I don't know how they ever could have really bridged them, considering how different they are. . . .)
:D I'm glad you like! And oooo, Ghostbusters!Boys. . . .
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:41 am (UTC)It is!! I love BJ's stupid jokes and the chemistry of the actors. They're so wonderful! AMAZING singers in that bunch, too!!! I don't see how they could have bridged the movie and the cartoon either. I've been thinking of how I could write it myself, but it would be difficult because of all the missing links. If I ever met Tim Burton that would definitely be one of many questions I'd ask him, along with "Who WAS BJ in life and how did he die ANYWAY?!?"
YES. I hope you didn't do the scene anywhere but I don't think you did. I'll look in my sketchbook where I wrote it down and type something up!! Doesn't mean I won't eventually turn it into a drawing, but at least it'd be something!! =)
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:49 am (UTC)Hehehe, cool. :D And yeah, it's really easier to think of them as alternate universes. (And I wonder if Tim himself knows the answer -- you may get the Shrug of God, as TV Tropes calls it. XD)
I wrote some altered dialogue in a couple of entries, but I don't remember doing any full-blown scenes. You should be good. :D *eager*
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Date: 2010-12-28 02:26 am (UTC)Poor Artie - I mean Arthur. I'm sure if he actually LOOKED at the kid and talked to him he'd figure it out.
And Captain John is always welcome! :OD
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Date: 2010-12-28 02:27 am (UTC):D I figured he was.