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The Meeting Is In Order
Jun. 25th, 2010 05:15 pmRULES REMINDER:
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The Meeting Is In Order
There was not a lot of people around the giant round metal and fiberglass table, but he didn't particularly mind. He's passed the twins on the way here, throwing around something that he really hoped was not the explosive device Eli had texted him about. Nodding to his New York counterpart and his fiancee, Jack frowned lightly at the table. On top of the blue and white Torchwood emblemed folders -- of which the two Iantos of the London Hub had painstakingly put together for him that afternoon -- were sticky notes. Owen struck again. He laughed, already wearing his own as a nametag after finding it on the office door.
"Intergalactic Super Horny Wankjob" fit neatly over the "London Jack" nametag he'd made for himself. Expecting several duplicates with his face, he'd finally taken the idea seriously only to have Chief of Medicine turn it into a game again. That was fine by him!
"Hey!" he finally called to the people milling in the hall. "In here please! We don't have all night!"
(OOC: I am currently on AIM as cpt51century. We'll start the Chat in a little bit)
No posting order! Please try to be kind to your fellow posters however and wait to see if others respond.
New comment threads that happen further down happen AFTER previous chains. Be mindful of this and TRACK THIS POST.
The Meeting Is In Order
There was not a lot of people around the giant round metal and fiberglass table, but he didn't particularly mind. He's passed the twins on the way here, throwing around something that he really hoped was not the explosive device Eli had texted him about. Nodding to his New York counterpart and his fiancee, Jack frowned lightly at the table. On top of the blue and white Torchwood emblemed folders -- of which the two Iantos of the London Hub had painstakingly put together for him that afternoon -- were sticky notes. Owen struck again. He laughed, already wearing his own as a nametag after finding it on the office door.
"Intergalactic Super Horny Wankjob" fit neatly over the "London Jack" nametag he'd made for himself. Expecting several duplicates with his face, he'd finally taken the idea seriously only to have Chief of Medicine turn it into a game again. That was fine by him!
"Hey!" he finally called to the people milling in the hall. "In here please! We don't have all night!"
(OOC: I am currently on AIM as cpt51century. We'll start the Chat in a little bit)
