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[target]

place your bets now. what'll be fucking with us this month?

> :)
> xijn mxmxayb
> serial killer
> plague
> famine
> black hole
> zombiepocalypse
> alien invasion
> skynet goes active
> wrath of god
> pirate-ninja war
> hull breech
> explosion
> rocks fall we all die
> some other shitty excuse to fuck with us
> nathan petrelli
> all the above plus a shitload more

if you're a weapon maker, triple odds for trade

[locked to xavier]

so you're their babysitter then?

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[coffeeking]

[Sherlock, Jack and Ianto have lived together for six months and their room is perfectly tidy. This is why everyone needs an Ianto. Which is why he hands the coffee off to Sherlock with a somewhat disapproving look and starts picking things up off the floor like he lives here.]

No. [Ianto said with an eyebrow raised rather imperiously. Ianto's coffee is something his Captain still pleads for to this day, even knowing Ianto will always make him some. Gwen used to make entirely too many puppy eyes at him when he headed for the kitchen. Tosh had actually managed to tear her eyes away from Intensely Interesting computer things when he brought her a cup, a feat unmatched by all others. Owen had quite possibly been addicted to a point that had given Ianto cause for mild concern.] I brought you my coffee. Try it.