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Teachers' Lounge, Wednesday late afternoon 7/30

After ~~handwavily~~ hauling more stuff to his office for the purpose of redecorating, Murdock decided to stop in and check out the teachers' lounge.

"Ooh, espresso!"

He whipped up a quick batch, probably way more than he should have ~~moddably more than enough for anyone else who might want some~~ and strolled around checking out the various other amenities the lounge offered.

He grinned at the dartboard, "Don't know ya dude, but I still gotta." Sprawling out on a chair he began to lazily fling darts at the image of Jamie Madrox.

(open! ***eta*** and there is now a fair amount of beer in the lounge as well. *g*)

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Mike was conducting an experiment. "Hey Murdock!" he said, sticking his head into the lounge. "Do you have a watch? Can you tell me what time is it?"

"Sure dude!" He glanced at his watch and stared at it in confusion. "Beer o' clock? What happ..." He blinked in surprise as a can of beer appeared on the nearby table.

"Whoa dude!" he turned towards Mike, "Magic beer!"

"Ha! It works for you too," said Mike, grinning. "Do you know what my watch says? Beer o' clock!"

A much larger beer appeared on the table.

"Man, that is the coolest thing ever! How long has it been doing that?" Murdock may own a watch, but he rarely ever looked at it.

"I have no idea, but I noticed it earlier when I got to my office," said Mike, popping the cap off his beer. "It's certainly doesn't hurt, though. Makes it a lot easier to get through the day."

"I ain't going to argue with that!" Murdock popped open the can and grinned at Mike, "Here's to free magical beer!"

Edited 2008-07-30 23:18 (UTC)

"And here's to celebrating beer o' clock!" said Mike. More beer appeared on the table. "Man, I think we should stockpile this stuff while it works," he added."

"That," he grinned widely, "is a great idea!" He got up and began randomly spinning around the room, yelling 'Beer o' clock!' over and over, making a large number of beer cans and bottles appear on various surfaces.

He finally plopped down in the chair where he'd started from and shook his head a little. "Whoa, dizzy."

Edited 2008-07-30 23:24 (UTC)

"Awesome!" said Mike, sitting down on the nearest couch and putting his feet up. "I left last week for a quick job in L.A. and when I come back, we're in Australia! Did I miss anything else?"

"How's things in LA?" He followed Mike's example and used the coffee table as foot rest. "Not much, just the same ol', same ol'... pirates, lots of citrus fruit, and robots," he shrugged, "The usual."

"It wasn't bad. Apparently someone wanted to do a commercial with the Pips, but of course one of the original members died years ago. Someone suggested that I take his place with the other two guys," said Mike. "I can't wait until it airs. I think I might through a premiere party."

He raised an eyebrow. "Robots?"

"Bein' on TV will be cool. You throw a party for that, I'll definitely be there." He eyed the beer for a minute as he thought of something. "Hey Mike..." he was studying the can intently, "do you think we're supposed to have these in the lounge?"

"Oh yah, robots." He put the can back down. "There was a convention of 'em in the hotel over the weekend. I went and talked to a couple of them. Seemed like nice dudes."

Mike studied the beer he was holding. "I have no idea, but I had beer showing up in my office, too. We can try leaving with it and see what happens."

He smirked. "Oh, man, I wish I had been there! I've never done any work with robotics, but it could have come in handy in surveillance. You know, if I ever go back to the casino, I mean," he added with a shrug.

"Good point," he nodded. "Probably can't bring onto school grounds, but if it's already here. Besides," he grinned, "I'm sure the bathrooms here were runnin' rum just like every other facuet in Fandom was that day. And if we can't take it out, we'll just leave it stashed in here for the other teachers."

Which he was probably going to do anyway, since he didn't drink much to begin with.

"I'm sure it could. You know," he held a finger up, "there are a couple of students here that are robots. I got one in my class, Doctor Garrett's got one in hers. You could try askin' one of 'em." He sent Mike a look, "You thinkin' of going back anytime soon, there Mike?" He hoped not. Mike was one of the few guys he hung out with.

Rum from the faucets? Mike realized he'd picked a bad week to head off-island.

"Oh, no way," said Mike. "There's nothing for me to really go back to, unless I take a job as a valet again. And while valets make a lot in tips, it would be like taking a step backwards when I used to be head of security. I just... I miss it sometimes."

"I get what you're sayin'. Miss doin' the old job," he nodded, then grinned. "Glad to hear you ain't plannin' on takin' off! Who else would I have to hang out in the teachers' lounge and drink beer with?"

"Exactly! I'm needed here more than they needed me in Las Vegas," said Mike. "Let them figure out who's robbing their casino without my help!"

In spite of his words, Mike sounded bitter.

And Murdock easily picked up on that. "Couldn't you...do something while you're here to build up whatever you needed for the security team? You told me before you did valet work and then got bumped up, but you didn't have..." he struggled to remember, "enough proof of your experience or some such. Maybe you could volunteer to help out at the trooper station or somethin'?" he shrugged. "And don't they have some kind of security and surveillance right on school grounds? Surely you could work out somethin', man."

He cocked his head a bit as he considered something else he said. "Are they currently bein' robbed?"

"I used to work for the best surveillance man in Las Vegas. He was ex-CIA, and if he vouched for me, I could do anything," said Mike. "Unfortunately, he's now on the run for killing Mary's dad. After he left, we had a group that gassed the casino and took off with somewhere in the neighborhood of $30 million. I lost my job in the public relations fallout."

"Oh man. That sucks." And yah, a lot harder to try to overcome that. "Wish I could help ya, man. Heck, I work with three guys on the run from the military."

Oops.

He did cringe at that a bit, figuring there was no way Mike was going to miss that slip.

"Funny thing is, Danny and I figured out who the ringleader of the group was. It was none other than the fire commissioner, using the blueprints we provided at the last fire inspection," said Mike, shaking his head.

He certainly caught that little slip of tongue. "Are you ex-military, Murdock? I mean, most pilots that I know have some military background. What happened that your buddies are on the run?"

"That doesn't surprise me," he snorted a bit, "some of those legal types usin' their positions to gain an upperhand for themselves. Slimeballs."

"Yah," he nodded, "used to be a combact pilot in 'Nam. Oh dude," he flopped his head back and rolled his eyes a bit, "that is like the longest story ever." He sat back up and looked directly at Mike, "They got arrested for a crime they didn't do. Or rather, one that they were ordered to do. After the war ended, nobody wanted to take the time to figure out what really happened, so they just slapped the convictions on them. Less paperwork for the government to try to sort out, you understand."

And if there was any bitterness in that, could you blame him?

"That's awful," said Mike. "I hate how they jerk around some of these poor guys in the military. You know, my buddy Danny got sent back to Iraq long after his reserve unit went inactive? They gave him 24 hours notice and he had to drop everything and leave. Then one of his marines was called up for another tour of duty even though the guy was clearly suffering from the trauma. Poor fellow blew himself up just to get out of it, and he nearly took my friend Delinda and her baby with him."

Murdock just kind of looked at him for a long moment. The story about the traumatized soldier was cutting a little too close to home.

But he finally seemed to come out of whatever it was and nodded. "Yah. Sometimes, the dudes in charge really need to pay more attention to what the hell is goin' on right under their noses."

"If I was still in touch with Ed, he could probably help your buddies out, but he's not exactly on good terms with the government right now. Not to mention that I have no clue where he is," said Mike, shaking his head.

"Nah, no problemo. They gettin' along as they can and," he grinned a bit, "the military ain't caught 'em yet anyway. We'll figure somethin' out, sooner or later," he shrugged. "But I appreciate the offer."

He chuckled a bit, "Hey, maybe we could help your buddy out. We're pretty handy at that sort of thing."

Mike shook his head sadly. "It's a pretty complicated situation. Fact is, I'm the one who used video evidence to prove that it was Ed who shot Frank Connell. And before that, it was looking like Danny or Mary shot him."

He sighed. "I'm afraid it's going to be near impossible to get Ed out of this mess. At least his retirement isn't going to be boring."

"Well..." he considered how best to respond to that, "at least you prevented the wrong person from going to jail?" he offered.

"I'd imagine not." He didn't think the guys would have a 'boring' retirement either. "But maybe somethin' will work out in the end. Fate can be a funny thing like that."

"Yeah, I managed to get Mary and Danny out of a lot of trouble," said Mike.

"Somehow, though, I don't think Ed will be able to stay down for long. I just don't know how he'll get out of this one, but I've seen the man do some crazy things before."

"What else are friends for, right?"

"That sounds so like one of my buddies," he laughed loudly. "Actually, that could apply to all of 'em." A crooked grin spread across his face, "Crazy is sometimes the best way, man."

Mike grinned. "You know what we had to do once? Ed had been ordered to kill this guy back in his CIA days, but instead he made it look like he was dead and got him a new identity. One day, some CIA goons come along and want him dead again. Ed set up this fake public assassination. Ed pretended to shoot him right in the middle of Fremont Street, with tons of witnesses, while Danny and I dressed up as cops and paramedics and took the guy out of there."

Murdock grinned hugely. "That so sounds like somethin' Hannibal would come up with. The more outrageous it seems, the more people tend to believe it. Like they can't stand to think it's not real, just for the sheer audicity of it." He gave Mike a nod of respect, "Awesome, my man, awesome!"

"I can't take the credit for it, though," said Mike. "It was Ed's idea. He and Danny didn't bring me in until the end."

Mike's face lit up. "Oh, and there was this other time we had a priceless mummy for an exhibit that was stolen by some pissed-off diplomat. The police couldn't touch him because of his diplomatic immunity, so we had to steal it back from him. It was even more elaborate than the fake shooting."

Murdock was doing his best just to breathe, he was laughing so hard. "Oh wow," he wheezed, "I think your guys and mine are cut from the same cloth. Dude, we've done some pretty wild things in our time."

"Like, take this," Murdock leaned forward in his chair, arms waving about as he spoke, "this friend of BA's, he's a guy on the team, got arrested in some small town in the middle of nowhere and his sentence got bumped up for fake charges 'cause the prison warden was runnin' an illegal fighting ring. We had to get ourselves arrested to get in there to bust the guy out. Turns out the fightin' wasn't happenin' at the prison, so me and Hannibal had to go over the wall by using lawnchairs, blow dryers and garbage bags. I really didn't think that was gonna work, either."

"Oooh, flying lawn chairs!" said Mike, excited. "I mean, I've heard the urban legend, but I've never seen anyone do it."

"It's a lot harder than it sounds," Murdock replied seriously. "You really need the industrial type ones to pull it off. If the bags are too weak...well, the result ain't too pretty."

Edited 2008-07-31 03:38 (UTC)

"I bet," said Mike, frowning at the thought.

"Hey, I should be getting back to my office, on the off chance anyone shows up," he added, getting up.

"Oh, sure dude! I just stopped in for a quick break myself. Tryin' to fix up my office a bit."

Murdock got up as well, moving to give Mike a friendly pat on the back. "Been great talkin' at ya! We should do it again some other time."

"Definitely!" said Mike. "Hopefully with more magically-appearing beers too. Or maybe we'll get shots of whiskey next time."

He grinned, "Never can tell, man. We could wake up one morning and find it in our shoes or somethin'."

"I'll be seein' you around!"

Before he left, Murdock did take the time to stash all the beer in an empty cabinet, on the off chance someone else might use it at some later date.

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