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Jan 11, 2010 14:52

[ Doctor McCoy was trapped in the Good Spirits Bar when the blizzard suddenly hit the village.

Doctor McCoy has become very, very drunk since then and has found himself in something of an alcohol-induced stupor and lifts his glass while speaking into his journal: ]

♫ Georgia,
Georgia,
No peace, no peace I find
Just this old, sweet song
Keeps Georgia on ( Read more... )

it's goroh’s fault too, rather sozzled, he loves bourbon, comfortably buzzed, bones is homesick :(, somewhat ratted, !voice, he loves georgia, surviving on peanuts, enabled by everyone, most fail doctor ever, a doctor not a singer, scotch scotch scotch, written by a teetotaller :|

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[voice] awaitingalbion January 11 2010, 14:57:22 UTC
Who is Georgia? [Merlin is hiding out from the princely wrath of a snowed in Arthur. Which means he's actually going to stop and listen to that travesty of musical slaughter.]

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[voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:00:44 UTC
It's a state, kid. Birth place of the "Southern hospitality", if I do say so myself.

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[voice] awaitingalbion January 11 2010, 15:04:02 UTC
[A state? He frowns at the journal.] I've never heard of this place. [Which actually wasn't such a surprise--considering Merlin's big fat lack of education.]

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[voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:05:54 UTC
America. Not that anyone has heard of that damn place, anyway; too many aliens in this place.

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[Voice] pinkbedwetter January 11 2010, 15:15:12 UTC
[A bored little girl is giggling at you, Bones.]

You must really like Georgia.

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[Voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:19:07 UTC
[ He's going to want to kill himself when he sobers up. ]

I love Georgia. It's my home, sweet home.

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[Voice] pinkbedwetter January 11 2010, 15:26:51 UTC
[Oh him. At least he's making friends with a cute little girl.]

So Georgia's the name of your world?

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[Voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:30:22 UTC
[ Hello replacement Joanna. ]

My whole world. Nothing beats the smell of Tupelo sap or the sight of the Big Dipper in the sky.

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[voice] redroseprince January 11 2010, 15:22:55 UTC
[Jennifer's okay, Bones. She'll just sit there quietly and listen. She doesn't want to be rude.

Brown, however, begins his escalating howl seconds into the song.]

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[voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:25:12 UTC
[ McCoy is halted from his singing and seems to find it amusing in his state of mind. He holds his journal up to his face and presses it against his ear. ]

What's that, Lassie? Has Timmy fallen down the well?

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[voice] redroseprince January 11 2010, 15:30:24 UTC
[Ahhh, Jennifer doesn't get it. Yay 1930s England. At least you are not mad, Doctor friend.]

...Um...

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[voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:32:21 UTC
[ Still holding his journal up to his ear. God, what a shambolic sight. ]

Hmmm?

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[Voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:56:28 UTC
[ Sorry Kuja, but he is going to sing a few more verses at you thanks to that comment. ]

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[Voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 20:24:56 UTC
[ Everyone is a critic. ]

Amusia would be the more correct term.

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[Voice] hippocraticly January 11 2010, 15:59:52 UTC
[ McCoy needs to sober up :I ]

Needs a lot damn more if you ask me, Al.

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[Voice] Sleep well! <3 hippocraticly January 11 2010, 16:12:33 UTC
Faring just fine. We have Romulan Ale and Goroh is here and the man with the white hair... good God, I wouldn't want to estimate his age. How're you holding up, kid?

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