Kathleen Thorn ☼ Kara Thrace (ravinglunatic) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-05-07 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie archer, charlotte evans, iris james, kathleen thorn, liam walker, max undelman, mike richards, penelope philips, rob strange, xander christopoulos |
Who. Any and all members of Camelot! Also open to any Resistance members that want to crash
What. Camelot takes the night off to drink and be merry
Where. A pub in London, England
When. Tuesday night, May 7th 2013
Warnings. TBD? Let's get crunk
The plucky members of Camelot didn't let off steam as a group outside of the training rooms very often, but when they did? They really knew how to get rowdy. This time Kat had been the instigator, restless after another day had gone and passed by without incident. Not exactly a new thing for Kat, her entire existence was practically a metaphor for having ants in your pants. She wasn't a woman who took sitting still very well, and neither did Starbuck, so it was always only a matter of time before they acted out. This time it was relatively harmless, at least in theory. After all, what could go wrong with gathering a few of your nearest and dearest in a public place for a drink or two?
Answer: Quite a bit, when that 'few' is actually closer to thirty, that thirty are all members of Camelot, and 'a drink or two' is more of a euphemism for consuming the entire bar.
Still, for a Tuesday night the pub was packed and not just with Camelot members, only mostly. After another grueling day of training with no real pay off (meaning no satisfying confrontations with Resistance dick heads), Kat took it upon herself to drag as many people as she could blackmail or otherwise bodily threaten out of the castle and to Camelot's personal MTN where they beamed themselves to London. The take over of the pub was an immediate success, and satisfied with their conquest, members of Camelot settled in for a night of debauchery and mayhem. While everyone she'd come with was currently spread out throughout the pub, Kat was holding forth at one of the billiards tables, challenging anyone and everyone to try and best her. So far, most had been pretty unsuccessful, but Kat was only getting drunker. "Come on, you frakking light weights! The night's still young and my pockets aren't full yet! ... My pants pockets... My table pockets are pretty full... 'cos you guys suck and I'm the queen of balls. What was I saying about?"