Well, bollocks.

[xp_daytripper]

Change of Christmas plans. Big change of Christmas plans. Instead of heading over to Muir, or visiting Rom or even going over to the mansion for free food, I get to spend my Christmas in the brownstone. With all the people I work with. In quarantine.

Excuse me for a minute while I go swear a lot. Wouldn't want to earn a post-it of my own.

Okay, back. Urge to strangle that bloody Infectia woman still there, but at least I won't offend anyone with bad language. Unless 'bloody' counts. And 'bollocks'. Oh, bugger it - I'm English, swearing colourfully is what we do.

But yeah. We're all locked in the brownstone for the forseeable, we're getting tests and the rest done every day to make sure our DNA isn't re-writing itself or something, and no-one's allowed in or out.

Merry fucking Christmas.

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[xp_daytripper]

I like this plan. It's a very good plan. A cunning plan, even.

Hey, didn't you say something last night about brownies?

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

My Christmas bonus (and it damn well better be big considering the money I'm losing by not being at Silver this weekend) is going to end up funding the restocking of my booze stash. It's going to be drier than me by the time this is over.

Mmm, brownies. I think I'll bake some for Sunday night :D

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

You are not the only one with a considerable stash to donate. I have more alcohol in my apartment then food right now.

I am making pancakes. A lot of pancakes. Theraputic I am stuck in this building has anyone told that poor old man yet I have a big bag of chocolate chips too ooh pancakes.

Anyone donating things to put in the pancakes is my new best friend.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Something tells me that replacing our blood with ethanol isn't the best way to stave off some contagion, but I can't be bothered with trivialities right now. I'm too drunk (and yet, I type flawlessly. Go me.)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

You should come help me make eggnog pancakes.

I realize that I cannot cook anything ELSE but I can cook PANCAKES.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Pancakes! Click click bloody click pancakes!

Wow, Family Guy really is quotable in every situation.

[xp_daytripper]

It's the one recipe you're not crepe at?

*flees*

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is awful. Terrible awful no good -very- bad. No pancakes for you. Except that I have made a lot of them so someone has to rescue me from them.

[xp_daytripper]

In Soviet Brownstone, pancakes eat you!

Okay, no more sugar for me. Except on pancakes, because lemon and sugar is good. So are the pina colada ones. Hey, maybe we could go through Mark's cocktail book and see how many pancake versions we can make!

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I wonder if I could make a mojito pancake. Except I think that mint might not be very good with pancakes, yes?

[xp_daytripper]

That and I think Sofia might prefer us to not eat her herbs all in one sitting. ;)

Hey, I wonder if we look pitiful enough at her, she could cook one of those dinners of hers? I'm down to mac and cheese and hamburger helper - forgot to go shopping this week.