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Just as Jack finished up preparing the room for tonight his phone rang. After a short talk he jotted down a quick note and stuck it to the door on his way out.

The note read:

Guys,

Murray called, running an errand. Be back soon. Save some fun for me.

[OOC: Mun and Mum are going out to eat suddenly and Mun will be gone for a while. Feel free to spam the post.

PIRATE RADIO: The room *cannot* be seen into, it *can* be overheard slightly, anything taking place outside of this post (i.e. dares in the dorms) are free rein. If anyone in the room wants to leave an anonymos tip they can, but beware the IC reprecussions.

ATTENDEES: I have but one request of the attendees, Once you come in set up an OOC thread for yourself so someone can easily poke/tag you if they have to. Have fun!]

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After watching the girls chat away about the flowers that Daniel sent Janet ~~and so he should, the ungrateful bastard~~, Kawalsky crawled over to his bed and groped around underneath it. He was pretty sure he felt something slimy under there, but decided to ignore it once he got hold of what he was looking for. He pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label. 12 year old scotch whiskey. Yeah, this looked like a good start to the night.

Sam leaned in towards Charlie as he groped under the bed. "Hey. I haven't seen you in ages. Did I ever thank you for setting me up for Homecoming? I really appreciated it."

"No problem. So Connor turned out to be an okay guy? I don't have to beat him up ~~and then get killed by his mother~~?"

"Yeah, he's actually a really good guy." She smiled, sadly. "You don't have to beat him up--I already did it ~~and now I can never, ever go back to study hall. If you're taking requests, though, how about pounding some sense into Jack?~~"

"You beat him up? Good job. Show him who's boss. ~~I already broke Jack's collarbone and wrist. What more do you want? But don't worry, I'm messing with him and Anya this weekend."~~

"Um, no, I meant a little more metaphorically. I...broke it off with him ~~because of a huge mis-assumption on my part about Jack. Oh, really? Have I mentioned lately how much I adore you? Because I really, really do.~~"

"Ohh.. I gotcha. ~~Jack's an ass who's going after younger booty even though he's mentally older, the dirty old man. You haven't mentioned how much you adore me, but I just assume that everyone adores me.~~"

"Yup." She took a swig of Kahlua. "Tell me something I don't know--this is his second high schooler since we've been here (and if it's more, please don't tell me). I thought we were almost there, and then wham! (and not the eighties group, either).

She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "I do adore you, Charlie, you know. Madly. I'm really glad you're here."

Kawalsky offers a small smile. It's nice to be appreciated sometimes. "Considering I'm supposed to be dead, I'm not too sure whether I've ended up in Heaven or Hell. During Zombie Weekend I was pretty sure it was Hell. Nights like this, with you guys around, I'm thinkin' Heaven."

Sam rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah, well, between having an evil replicator clone wandering around and the original living out in Colorado, I'm right there with you. But having you and Janet back? That's enough to make it all worthwhile, no matter how bad it gets."

Kawalsky nodded. Having everyone around did make it worthwhile. It wouldn't be the same without them.

"So, how are you doing after the whole...y'know...thing last week? Any better? You also might want to talk to Jack about it, if you haven't already."

Wow, there were a lot of cracks in the ceiling.

"I was okay. Now.. kinda okay. ~~I talked to Jack, but it was a manly 'sorry for breaking your bones', 'man you're a tubby bitch' kind of talk.~~"

"Well, if you ever want to...you know ~~no, not that y'know...the otherone...~~ I've been kinda where you are. Or, if you're looking to get the crap beat out of you, Aeryn's fantastic hand-to-hand. *rolling eyes* Well, it's nice to know it's not just me. Just make sure you're talking to someone about this, even if it's not one of *us*, okay?

"Thanks, Sam. ~~Don't worry, all of the pent up stuff will get a cathartic release. Granted, I'll probably end up being a supervillain for a while because of it, but that's what plots are for, yo.~~"

"Hey, no problem," Sam said. ~~"Yeah, that would kind of be what I was trying to prevent, Charlie.~~"

~~"I'd prevent it too, but I'm a manly man and I'm tough and burly and dumb as a doorstop when it comes to emotions, but hey - what can you do?"~~

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~~Don't forget the ribs.~~

~~"Sorry. And his ribs."~~

Sam grins.

~~Better.~~

Janet glanced warily over at Charlie. ~~"I'm kind of still avoiding you right now."~~

Charlie looked back at Janet when he thought she wasn't looking. "~~I'm kind of avoiding you too, even though I said I wanted to talk.~~"

Out of the corner of her eye, Janet saw Charlie looking at her. ~~"Why are you avoiding me, then, if you wanted to talk?~~

"Because I'm wary and uncomfortable and scared I'll screw up, but I'll never admit it because I'm an ex-military man who was told never to be scared.. unless there's a Goa'uld or Barbara Streisand around. Then all bets are off."

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