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"Ashwoo-" "Shhh." "Ash-" "Shhhhh." "Ashi-" "Shhhhh! This is masterpiece, shut up for a second! I'm sure the latest post can wait fiiiive miiiinutes....." Yes, that was entirely true; it could, considering there was incredibly little, if you didn't count the medium sized package that weighed a ton - that was probably more playing cards, knowing Ashwood's habit of spending the school budget on them. Well, school extension budget, and he said it was 'aw~right' doing this kind of thing, because they didn't actually need to extend. Yet. But, then again, Ashwood didn't really do numbers, unless they were phone numbers - he had an astounding m

It could get lonely on watch, Jack realised, but there wasn't enough of them to double up and sit about in pairs. Shame, really, it would be nice - he supposed at some point they may be able to, if more got added to their little group. How many was there now... five, six, seven? Jack counted in his head, lips moving silently to illustrate each name to the cool night air - including him, there was six, though this number fluctuated depending on whenever Lucas went running errands for them back to base. Still, that was a very small number, and if shifts were usually two hours long, you couldn't afford to double up, unless you wanted four hour l

The cat stared at Jack and Jack stared back at it. "And what," he growled, "is that doing in here." Was it just his imagination or had the cat just grinned at him? It was a pasty white colour - how it was clean in an environment like this, he could not fathom - with peculiarily familiar two tone eyes, and a small black and white checkered collar. As in, the colour of Cyrano's tie, where ever that idiot had got to now. The cat frisked its tail and wiggled a little, kneading the table cloth covering the ex-surgical table than now served as a breakfast - and general eatery - table. Jack's hand took a paw and unhooked it from the cloth, where it

What is the mysterious stitching noise? Not this machine... Not that machine... Hmm.... it's kind of.... catchy... Suit, Suit, Severus Suit Suit, Suit, Severus Suit Duffledore! Suit, Suit, Severus Suit Duffledore! Suit, Suit, Severus Suit Duffledore! Suit, Ron, Suit, Ron, Severus Suit, Ron Tweedy Duffledore! Suit, Ron, Suit, Ron, Severus Suit, Ron Tweedy Duffledore! Suit, Ron, Her-tie-one, Suit, Ron, Severus Suit, Ron Tweedy, Her-tie-one Duffledore! Suit, Ron, Her-tie-one, Suit, Ron, Her-tie-one, Severus Suit, Ron Tweedy, Her-tie-one Duffledore! Suit, Ron, Her-tie-one, Suit, Ron, Severus Suit, Ron Tweedy, Her-tie-one Harr

There is something somewhat sinister about sitting on a boat that felt like it was about to sink any moment for inexplicable reasons, but Jack tried not to think of the myriad of creaking bolts and rusting pieces of metal he could swear he heard on this 'vessel'. It was parked - somewhat peculiar in its docking position, the back end of the boat jutting out into the next over bay - next to an ostentatious vessel emblazoned with its proud name on a pristine side. Titanic or something? Jack wasn't bothered. He was more concerned with the ship he was currently perched on the starboard edge of. It didn't feel hugely safe and he was glad it was on

"Haha, you don't dry very easily!" "Shut up, or I'll push you back in when I see some crocodiles." They continued their, ah, walk down the Nile's bank; one well and truly drenched - though the heat and utter stillness in the air prevented him from shivering, fortunately - the other skipping a little too happily along beside him. Jack choose to stare solidly ahead, rather than inform Cyrano his humming was irritating, and his skipping was disturbing sand, leaving heavy traces. Oh, there would be no doubt where they had gone if someone bothered to track them. Not that anyone would, he surmised, they weren't wanted for anything, and probably h