Party time.

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There was an announcement on the bulletin board.

"COME ONE, COME ALL to a
PARTY TO REMEMBER!

MUSIC! DANCING! MARGARITAS! PIZZA!

WHERE: Star Tours, Tomorrowland
WHEN: Tonight, sundown
WHO: You, of course

RSVP not required; just bring an open mind and your dancing shoes!

-- *there are scribbles here, as if several signatures were written and then crossed out* John Crichton and I will kill you, you damn son of a"

Harvey smiled as he admired his handiwork. It'd been too long since he'd gotten out to see John's friends.

John glared from behind bars. "What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed.

"I'm making an effort to meet these nice people. After all, it doesn't do to stay cooped up in your head all day. It's unhealthy. Liable to make me a sociopath." Harvey grinned unnervingly. "And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

((As threatened, Harvey wants to party. Heh. It rhymes. Use the thread below for discussion, partying, what-not. Meet John! Meet Harvey! Meet both in the same sentence!

Also, apologies for not being around more -- both Real Emo Life and school have been kicking my ass something fierce.))

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"Because that's what bad cops do," Leon muttered. Sure, sometimes he acted like personal feelings had interfered with how he did his job where Count D was concerned, with the exception of constantly trying to arrest him and the fact that we went to go visit him while he was on duty, he never actually let what he was saying stop what he should be doing.

"He wasn't beating me, really," Leon said. "I mean, it wasn't abuse. It was him teaching me a lesson. I didn't learn any other way, and I woulda been a real brat if it weren't for him. He was a good person."