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Who: Hawkeye and Caroline
Where: Clinic
When: After all the patients are stable.
What: poor poor Hawkeye
After hours of meatball surgery the likes of which he hadn't seen since Korea, Hawkeye needed a drink and bad. He managed to get one of the nurses to run out and get him a fifth of whisky. He wasn't going to mess around he was getting drunk for the sake of dulling this whole damn thing out of his brain. Soon enough he was on the back steps of the clinic getting sloshed. It was his fault for not checking on who was playing. He should have known better than to leave that to chance, and now Joyce and James were dead because of it. A lot of others too. On top of it here he is reliving Korea! Another slug of the whisky.... there that eased it a bit. Obviously he needed to keep upping the dosage until it worked. No time like the present.
WHAT: FINALLY! A PLOT! WHO: EVERYONE!! WHERE: THE WHOLE FUCKING BASE WHEN: RIGHT NOOOOOW!!!! Red lights dropped down from the ceiling and…
Is this good or bad? I... I wouldn't mind that. But it's impossible. It's completely impossible. Kriffing base. Kriffing book. I need a drink.
Who: Anakin, Han, Wedge, Emma, Jean Where: Dumped outside the underground entrance What: WE NEED SOME HELPS "Han...?" Anakin asked, dazedly. "I…
WHAT: FINALLY! A PLOT! WHO: EVERYONE!! WHERE: THE WHOLE FUCKING BASE WHEN: RIGHT NOOOOOW!!!! Red lights dropped down from the ceiling and…
Is this good or bad? I... I wouldn't mind that. But it's impossible. It's completely impossible. Kriffing base. Kriffing book. I need a drink.
Who: Anakin, Han, Wedge, Emma, Jean Where: Dumped outside the underground entrance What: WE NEED SOME HELPS "Han...?" Anakin asked, dazedly. "I…