Noooooo onnnnne's...

[littlebluefae]

/obviously in Howard's Tap/

The tavern is a-buzz with all sorts of noise of the September gathering. The Outlander said that 'we'd have to play the waiting game', and most have looked to booze, books, or their own vices to calm their fears. And over in one corner of the couch is a tall, normal doctor and a trashed-out fem bot beside him. He's drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate, whilst the other seems to be testing the limits of vodka for the first time.

Sinclair: *spoken softly* I hope Molly didn't see... That girl has a real hold on my feelings!
L.O.R.E.: You're uber-sensitive.
Sinclair: *protesting feebly* No! I just... care. You know, a lot! About her! Gah, she makes me tongue-tied! Sometimes it's more than I can bear.
L.O.R.E.: Want beer?
Sinclair: *sarcastic grimace* You know, L.O.R.E., you're a helper.
L.O.R.E.: You want help? Fine, check this out: "By my voice, inflict musical on townsfolk by Diskordia."
Someone from Squad 2, very drunk: WOOHOO!
Sinclair: *frightened, sits up* Oh no. No no no--
L.O.R.E.: *spoken* Doctor, you've got to pull yourself together! *sung* Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Sinclair, looking so down in the dumps. Ev'ry guy here'd love to be you, Sinclair, even when taking your lumps.
Ivan: *spoken* Not me.
L.O.R.E.: There's no man in town as de-man-ded as you, you're triiii'ah-zheys's favorite doc! Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you, when you heal ev'ry-one 'round ze blooooock!
/miner girl swoons onto Sinclair's lap/
Sinclair: O_o
Maz: *buzzes* "What?"
L.O.R.E. *stands up and puts a light display on the embarrassed doctor* "Noooooo onnnnnnne's slick as Sinclair, no one's quick as Sinclair, no one's got an invisible *cough* like Sinclair! Ev'ry man in the town's more than manly, than this doctor who sits on the coooouch! You can ask I-van, An-ton or Bay-kerrrr, and they'll tell you whose hands they prefer on their ouuuuuch!
Jack Graft: *spoken* Alright, I'm in. *sidles along L.O.R.E., using tentacled arm for better gesturing*
L.O.R.E.: No one's lived like Sinclair, been pinned down like Sinclair--
Jack Graft: No one's fain-ted by use-sing VCRS like Sinclair!
Anton: *chuckles* As a specimen, yes, he's intiiiiiimidating!
All: Oooh, makes me swoon, that Sinclaaaaair! *Miss Perri West, Project 424, and The Baroness join Sinclair on the couch with little parasols and fans*
Talbot: Give five "hurrahs!" Give twelve "hip-hips!"
L.O.R.E.: Sinclair is the doc-tor who fix-es our drips!
Cobb (walks in): *spoken* What are you all doing?!
Jack Graft: *spoken* Singing show tunes and embarrassing Sinclair; what are you doing?
Cobb: *spoken* Cool. Mind if I join you?
Jack Graft: *spoken* Always room for one more!
Sinclair: *weakly* No...please no...

All: Nooooooo onnnne sighs like Sinclair, runs away like Sinclair!
Cobb: *puts up his dukes* In a fight-ing match nobody cries like Sinclair!
Ladies on couch: Ev'ry-one is more burly and brawny...
Anton: *spoken* Here, doc; I've got biceps to spare. *town laughter*
Jack Graft: Certain bits of him's scraggly or scrawny
Ivan: That's right! But check out how he shakes out his 'hero haiiiir!' *ladies swoon*
Sinclair: *spoken* I've lost it. I've finally broken so far that this is normal. Clearly. L.O.R.E., give me your vodka.
L.O.R.E.: *spoken* Hell no, sir, get your own.

All: No one whines like Sinclair, gets so full of despair!
L.O.R.E.: With no san-i-ty, nobody breaks like Sinclair!
Anton: He's especially good at beiiiiing so borrrring!
All: Bland, yet grand! Sinclaiiiir!
Sinclair: *muffled tears* Sanctuary...
Talbot: *joins on couch* When he was a lad no-thing hap-pen to him; he grew up or-din-nair-ree each daaaay!
Sinclair: *gets up, annoyed* Stop this.
Anton: *bear side-hugs Sinclair* And now that he's grown he's the talk of the town for the trub-bulls he meets on the waaaaaay!
Ladies: /stand, fan Sinclair to wave his hair about/ Oh, ahhh, wow! My, what a guy, Sinclair!
Sinclair: *spoken softly* That's enough for one night. *makes for the door*
All: No one walks like Sinclair, balks at death like Sinclair!
L.O.R.E.: Then removes a small thing from an ass like Sinclair!
Sinclair: *sung very softly on his way out* Tell me why I bah-ther say-ving annnnn-ny-bah-dy?
All: Oooh, makes me swoon, Sinclaaaaaaair!

*much laughter as the good doctor bumps into another in the doorway*

Sinclair: *apologetic, spoken* Err, pardon me!
Diskordia: No need! I heard the madness and came running! And how are *you*, good Doctor?
Sinclair: O_O... /faints/
Diskordia: *looks down at the doctor, pokes him with his boot* "...right, then!"



- requested by Molly to be put up in the forums from Sunday -

[Deadbolt]

Oh my Phenex I almost busted a gasket laughing.

[Dr. Sinclair]

omg this is awesome. janna i love you

[Molly Mayweather]

HAHAHAHA!

Oh my word, I don't think I'm allowed to laugh this much at work. I wasn't actually the one requesting the post BUT not complaining one smidge. Way to go Janna!

[manus dei]

In the words of the bug: "Wut?"

Good job janna!

[Emily Alice Thatcher]

I like the part where Ivan doesn't want to be Sinclair.