boeshane_boy: (See. It's like this. They were twins.)
Captain Jack Harkness ([personal profile] boeshane_boy) wrote2010-03-19 01:42 am
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Strip twister. The twentieth. No danger of flying balls. Well - not the rubber kind. Anyone interested, stop by my room. Level three, room fifteen. I think everyone could use the lift after that mess in the dining hall.

Speaking of, any new information on that? I saw someone was looking into the radiation.

Saxon, you've been quiet. That keeps up, you'll give me an ulcer. I don't like ulcers. Tell me you're not wearing those awful clothes anymore.

Did anyone get hit by this that I really ought to know about?
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boeshane_boy: (You had sex. I know you did.)

[personal profile] boeshane_boy 2010-03-19 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, you and I can have a game of chess.

I'm very good with lots of people and small spaces. Trust me.

[identity profile] a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com 2010-03-19 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Out of curiosity, then, what was the smallest space you managed to fit a crowd into, and how many people were involved? (The word 'people' embraces sentient species, of course.)
boeshane_boy: (THIS SMILE IS COINCIDENTALLY MADE OF WIN)

[personal profile] boeshane_boy 2010-03-19 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Back room of a bar. It was a little bit bigger than a phonebooth. Longer, though. There were, oh...at least twenty of us.

[identity profile] a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com 2010-03-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Please tell me nobody was squashed against the ceiling. I can imagine the vertigo alone would be dreadful. [Again with the whole not being concerned about WHAT y'all were doing, just with the safety of all involved :| ]
boeshane_boy: (I mean LOOK AT THIS SMILE. LOOKIT IT.)

[personal profile] boeshane_boy 2010-03-20 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yes, that is a little bit hilarious. Jack's very amused.] Not exactly.
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