Jack Priest (
bitten_notshy) wrote2015-04-11 08:21 pm
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33 Apocalypse Ave., Saturday Evening
Jack knew it was the day after prom, and he'd held his breath after he'd heard that morning's broadcast -- but, luckily, no children had showed up. (Yet.)
It was still possible he'd get called to bail the triplets out on shoplifting charges, but -- until and unless that happened -- he was going to sit at home, and enjoy a cup of tea and a new superhero series on Netflix. There weren't enough lawyer heroes.
[OOC: Mainly for one but open.]
It was still possible he'd get called to bail the triplets out on shoplifting charges, but -- until and unless that happened -- he was going to sit at home, and enjoy a cup of tea and a new superhero series on Netflix. There weren't enough lawyer heroes.
[OOC: Mainly for one but open.]
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Oh no, Jack. What have you done?
There was a crash, and a bang, and a thump, and he reappeared, clutching a cardboard box triumphantly. "She tried to hide 'em on top of the fridge! But laying down flat, so they were harder to see."
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Emma would have a funny heart attack!
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