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[championoftime]

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[The Doctor is pointedly going to ignore the sex sounding things going on.]

Dallas Winston, by the by, has departed the Barge. [And likely went back to being a ghost, according to what he heard last. He's been gone for a while, he just hasn't wanted to talk about it. He never likes talking about people leaving.] He was a good lad.

Mark Hoffman mentioned... a lack of good stories to be told. I'd like to hear a few if you have them. They needn't be about an occupation. Just good stories. Or good experiences, if you're willing to share.

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[peektuttut]

[Tim doesn't really want to talk about this, given his own disappearing inmate, but the Doctor's had to deal with it more often. So he's rousing himself long enough to check on him.]

You okay?

[Private]

[championoftime]

Not really. Hardly anyone has a good story to tell. [And this bothers him. A lot.]

[Private]

[peektuttut]

Hm.

I've got one.

[Private]

[championoftime]

Do tell.

[Private]

[peektuttut]

I once borrowed a...very expensive car from Bruce while I was across the country. And I let my friend talk me into letting him take a joyride. He didn't actually have any real lessons, but he made it sound like he'd be fine. So we all piled in, and wound up going one ten down the freeway. I don't even remember how he flipped the car, but we weren't even banged up. I thought I was going to get away with it, but at the last second, he [turned on the Bat GPS locator thing :y] answered a call from Bruce. I thought I was going to be grounded for life.

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[championoftime]

I knew you were a boy after my own hearts.

[Private]

[peektuttut]

There had to be some reason we get along.