Vaguely heard through dorm walls Sunday evening

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

Julian returns from having dutifully turned in his guns as ordered. He calmly walks down the hall and calmly closes the door of 209 behind him.

Muffled swearwords in multiple languages (the most prevalent being English, Russian, and oddly, Irish Gaelic) can be heard for quite some time.

It might be safe to try and cheer him up, given that his guns are gone.

Or it might not.

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Actually, I haven't asked anyone. And Lee and I might have to go together since Lee's non girlfriend just got asked out my Cam Mitchell. I'm planning on asking someone but don't know how she'll feel about it.

And Julian, *pats shoulder*, if you want to join our club, just ask. Club envy can consume you.

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*reaches back and grabs Crichton's hand. Applies pressure to one finger*

I'm delighted for you. If I am ever envious, you shall be the first to know over my dead body. I'll be sure to say something nice over what remains of you after Aeryn's finished.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*yelps*

Damn it! Ouch! I need those fingers to write and do other stuff with.

Well, at least you'll come to my funeral.

*glares*

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

Do other stuff with. Of course.

*smirks and releases finger*

I imagine attendance at your funeral will be mandatory for all students, along the lines of "if you can't be a good example, at least be a horrible warning". And Archie and Lee will wear matching attractive black mourning attire.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Well, will you at least wear your Sunday best to the funeral, Jules?

[OOC: Feel free to go Sark on John without killing him. I'm just provoking because I like Action!Sark.]

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*seizes John's hand again. This time, the entire hand is bent back in an extremely painful fashion*

Don't. Call. Me. Jules. Or I will be attending your funeral markedly sooner than you had anticipated. Johnny.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Uncle, damn it, uncle!

Please, I don't wanna go to the clinic again. Cuddy's hands are cold.

*winces and grimaces*

Sorry, Julian. Julian!

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

*adds one more wrench for good measure, then lets go and pats John patronizingly on the head* Good boy. Keep that lesson in mind.

House foisted you off on Cuddy, did he? Could have been worse. God knows what harm he could inflict with that cane.