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fandomhighdorms2005-09-17 10:25 am
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Best-Laid Plans
John Crichton lay, snoringly unconscious on Liz Weir's bed in the now-joint room of #239/240.
Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.
She was going to have to move him. And fast.
"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.
Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.
She was going to have to move him. And fast.
"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.
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Zero, let him go. Cally, ditch the cuffs...
*cleans him up and replaces stuff in bathroom*
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::grins::
That good enough?
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Yeah. He can deal with his bondage issues when he wakes up.
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Leaving him here? *looks around MsParker's suite* Hell, yes!
I like the way you think, Cally...
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Now... we're supposed to get out of here?
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Anyone for a drink or two up in my room? #407, watch out for the guy in #406.
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Off to
drink madlycelebrate?no subject
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Aren't we supposed t'smack his arse or somethin'?
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*slaps his ass*
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Sweet dreams, Flyboy!
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and pretends it's Cameron, and slaps his ass::Now what?
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