Who: Jim and Rachel Phantom
When: 19th century, late December
Where: WHAT HQ
What: Saving the Holiday Spirit from Cranky Dwarves, then Passing the Ball
Warnings: This is what happens with sleep deprivation and peppermint cocoa

Who: Jim and Rachel
What: Godbox malfunctions, interrupted birthday plans, and trigger happy aliens.
Where: Cardassia Prime, in the Cardassian Empire...
Warnings: Cowboy + Rustler + Space Nazis = oh shit...

( There was no way this would end well... )

Who: Dr. Banner/Hulk, Rachel
When: Last week, during the plot
Where: Hollywood ghost town
Rating/Warnings: Violence, maybe some colorful phrasing

Who: Jim, Rachel
When: Tuesday
Where: Elwood Gulch
Rating/Warnings: Here be crack

This was not what Rachel had expected of WHAT, she pondered as she scooted up and over a large shale rock in the tunnel, boots scraping for purchase. Chases, sure, thefts, why not?, risking life and limb for some bauble that made lead from jelly, naturally, genies, werewolves, blood sucking maggots aka mayors or gang leaders....

A caravan-sized dragon with a lousy tell in poker and colored what she'd swear til death was pink, but a penchant for cooking would come up rather low.

She landed on the other side of the rock with a soft thud and crouched, listening behind them for the snoring.