[Action/Dictated ~ A Rest day

[atadiscoverer]

[Dr. Beckett is sitting on a couch in the lobby. He's not dressed in his lab coat, as usual, instead dressed causally, and looking a bit bored.]

Does anyone here know of any good fishing spots around here?

Or does anyone want to do something? I find myself a wee bit bored today. I'll be in the lobby.

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[shepherdsveritas]

Fuck off traitors. If we're fuckin' traitors fer not wearin them faggy little skirts no more then that's fine by me.

[atadiscoverer]

[There's a delay in this retort as Carson stares at the half-pint he has left.]

At least my arse doesn't look big in everything.

[Yes, that is said rather sulkily.]

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor's slightly beer fogged mind may have taken that statement a wee bit differently than it was intended.]

Oi! Are y'sayin' my ass is fat?

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson lazily tosses some peanuts at him.]

Aye. And y'ears need a decent cleanin', too.

[shepherdsveritas]

Fuck off. [He laughs and tosses some right back.]

[atadiscoverer]

Aye? An' what if I dinnae want tae?

[More peanut tossing. Real mature, guys.]

[shepherdsveritas]

Then I'll jus' hafta make ya then, won't I?

[Have a peanut to the forehead, Carson.]

[atadiscoverer]

An' who'll ye get tae patch ye up nex' time ye stumble into the clinic?

[shepherdsveritas]

Oi we didn't do too badly 'for we met you did we? [He chuckles]

[atadiscoverer]

Well, with the way the castle's actin', I wouldnae be surprised if we're in fer somethin' big...

[Always the pessimist.]

[shepherdsveritas]

Somethin' big, aye? [He takes a swig of his drink before pulling out a pack of cigarettes]

How big we talkin'?

[atadiscoverer]

Well, if it can make th' bloody sun go out, imagine what else it can bloody do.

[shepherdsveritas]

[He nearly spits out his beer]

Th'fuckin' sun went out?

[atadiscoverer]

Well it didnae rise f'the whole day on Frida' 13th.

Makin' bloody creakin' noises...

[shepherdsveritas]

That's not fuckin' right. [He pauses] Does th'castle usually do shite like that?

[atadiscoverer]

Did I ever tell y'bout bloody Paris?

[shepherdsveritas]

What th'fuck 'bout it?

[atadiscoverer]

Th' castle only bloody turned into it fer a week.

[shepherdsveritas]

Yer fuckin' jokin'. How th'fuck'd it do that?

[atadiscoverer]

Magic. How th'bloody hell'm I s'posed tae ken? I'mma doctor, no' a bloody wizard

[shepherdsveritas]

[He just... stares...]

This place is just seven levels've fucked up, now, isn't it?

[atadiscoverer]

If y'think this's bad, y'should've seen the stuff we did on Altantis...

[shepherdsveritas]

[He raises an eyebrow]

Like what?

[atadiscoverer]

There's these people...things. They're called the Wraith...

[Carson actually frowns at the name, as if remembering them is somewhat difficult. He takes another gulp of his drink.]

Insect human hybrids... They suck the life force outta ye through their hands. They feed on humans...

Nasty wee buggers.

[shepherdsveritas]

[Connor just... stares... wtf man]