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 he's a psychopathic, lowlife, dirty rotten liar," John growled to Logan inside his head before shouting, "He makes Al Capone look like Tickle Me Elmo!" Well, Scorpius definitley did, Harvey by proxy.

God damnit it was hard screaming when no one could hear you. Where the hell was Cayce? At least if she were here, she'd be able to maybe tell people what was going on. Hopefully, Daniel wouldn't show, though. This was not something he wanted the guy to have to deal with right now.

He turned on Harvey. "Deal? What frelling deal? You never said anything about a deal, Harv. You just took over and you know that's against the rules!"