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Liz wrinkles her nose at the age. "That's way too many zeros." Liz was born when The Godfather: Part II was in theaters. Red always told her it was why she was destined to be so amazing. Her parents met waiting in line for the first Godfather movie, which Red said only added to the 'coolness' factor. "OK, maybe it's not too many. What year is it again?"

The buttons are there, urging them to chose. To vote, per say. Liz is not stupid, she knows hitting a big old button never ends well for anyone. Anyone whose ever watched a movie knows that. "Uh...I'm not allowed to vote. I'm a felon 'cause of that whole Pittsburgh thing, I think so...yeah. Um...pass?" She says with a shrug before looking at Alisa for some form of help. "You could push it."

Alisa's uncomfortable in her chair and she looked at the film on how this came to be. "Wow, you're one old woman. I was born when they ran Star Wars in the theaters." She wonders if they're saying too much and she looks back at the angry looking guy in the booth.

She's going to make sure the kids never have any toys that resemble these guys ever. "Robotic angry clowns are worse than regular clowns." Then back on to the issue of the big buttons. "Yes, they tell you never to push big buttons..."

"Oh, no we don't want to push the Gigantic History Eraser button." Alisa points towards the forget button and then there's the one Protest. "I say we protest..." She has a feeling that might get them a lawyer or maybe someone to come through those doors to let them out.

" Oh, shut up! You'd never guess how old HB is, so...shut up." Liz scowls when Alisa does the math on her real age, then turns to follow her friends gaze to the creepy creep being creepy behind them.

"Try a haunted circus. No fun." Liz adds with a shiver before looking the buttons over again. She knows they can't forget what they've discovered. It's simply not an option. Having the guts to take the risk on that Protest button though.

"So let's push it." Liz reaches out for the button but stops millimeters away, her hand trembling a bit. "I..." she looks back at Alisa a second then grabs the other woman's hand and pulls it towards the button. "Together, OK?"

"We should of had Jack in here. Then we can try to play the age guessing game." Alisa's a little bugged about the entire bathroom mess. If those two didn't have to have a bit of bathroom shannigans they wouldn't be here in this booth.

There's a look on Alisa's face and she ughs. "I have to pee again." She looks back at the man in the booth, his face is an angry face and she then looks back to Liz. "Try a circus of aliens. Okay, a traveling show with a bunch of creepers."

She looks back at the button and she raises an eyebrow when Liz grabs her arm. "Okay. On the count of three."

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Alisa goes to take Liz's hand and she pushes the button marked protest. A pair of elevator doors open for the two and Alisa smiles. "See, I think we're going to see a lawyer or a proper judge. Maybe they'll let us use the bathroom first."

"But that would mean you would have brought him along to pee with you." Liz understands her and Owen are not the most 'typical' couple in the universe, but normal couples don't go pee together right? "He'd win, if we're trying to win. We're trying to win, aren't we?"

"We can play who hates clowns more after we 'protest', all right?" Liz says as she closes her eyes and wait for the button to get pressed. She's expecting the opposite of Alisa. A firing squad or a bunch of guys in black suits to gas them again or worse.

She opens her eyes ready to launch fireballs at whom ever comes out of the doors. "Hmmm, maybe." Liz narrows her eyes at the doors, then looks at Alisa and frowns a bit. She can't exactly let her go first. Liz is the one with the very literal firepower in case they do get shot at or pounced in the most unfun of ways. "Just, stay behind me and try to hold it, OK?"

"Ew! What's going through your mind?!" Alisa looks at Liz with a bit of disgust at the idea of Jack having to come along to pee with her.

The elevator door is going to bring with it a very welcoming sight. The Doctor is tossed inside with them along with Patrick. Alisa sighs at the sight of the two and she has a feeling things aren't going to be better despite the extra help.

With the cameras inside of the Smilers; Jack is going to have a hard time finding them. "Oh! Doctor! I'm glad to see you!" She's going to forget the fact she's looking blue right now.

The Doctor wandered off after he figured out there were no normal engines on this ship. He found himself in the voting booth and he looks at the protest button. "You two should try hitting that just a bit harder."

He's happy to see the two and he wonders why the hell are they blue. "Blue? What's up with the blue look." He takes his sonic out and he begins the scan the televisions. "It's a good thing you two didn't pick forget. You would of had your memories wiped."

The Doctor looked at the Protest button and he mmms. "I think everyone must pick to forget."

Patrick manages to glare and grin at the same time. "Same to you," he yells over his shoulder, "if you don't want people to explore road construction you should make better locks."

He waves at Alisa and Liz. "Hey girls," he said, "and Doctor. I won't ask why two of you are blue...but I will ask why the hell are we staring at a bunch of tv's from the 50's."

He walked over to join the Doctor in looking over the buttons frowning a little bit. "I got that bit Doctor, but forget what?"

The Master was sticking close to the Doctor, knowing his best enemy would unerringly find his way to the center of whatever was happening, the little trouble magnet. The Master entered the voting booth with the Doctor, eying the two females askance.

"Presumably, the information on the television screen," the Master answered. "My, my, what an intriguing set-up."

The doors opened once more and another man was escorted into the room. This time it was Jack Harkness who was escorted in, the other Jack Harkness. His brow furrowed as he saw the others around him. To be fair, he wasn't really sure what he'd done wrong. Jack turned back to the Smilers and glared at them as they left.

"I was just having a look. Not like there was a sign," he called after them. Not that it did any good. He was in here and he wasn't going anywhere till he voted.

"Hello," he said awkwardly. Raising his right hand, he gave them a little wave. "I... I'm not really sure what's going on. One minute I was leaving the TARDIS and the next minute I'm, well... here?" Jack sighed and went over to Alisa.

His eyes widened when he saw another Jack. How many of them were there, he thought to himself.

"What is this, a fucking party?" Liz was getting more and more agitated the more innocent people end up escorted in here with her and Alisa. Still, more people means more change they'll be able to deal with this in some other way than pressing that forget button. She keeps close to Alisa while surveying the two unfamiliar faces. She nods a bit nervously. True to form she'd not gonna just jump in and start a conversation with a couple of strangers. Instead, she moves a little closer to the Doctor. He's not strange. Well...not that kind of strange, anyway.

"As if we'd pick forget anyway. I don't care how much of no choice situation these people think they're in, there is always a better choice than that." Liz says snappishly as she looks the televisions over again.

"Doctor, tell us how to fix this. I know you can." Or rather she hopes he can. He's supposed to be the go to guy for all this spacey weird crap and this is as up there pretty high on Liz's list of weird crap.

This, this, this is highly embarrassing to have a bunch of people show up when she's covered in blue toilet water and she glances over towards Liz. "It's not what everyone thinks..Yes, blue is in style up here Doctor." Alisa's happy to see that man right now and she stares at the 'Doctor Evil' like Master who comes with him.

Patrick's a welcome sight as is the young Jack Harkness, "Okay, I'm not about to forget anything." She holds her hands up and okay they didn't press the button just yet. "Okay, I guess we vote to protest what we saw."

It was a horrific video, the story of the sun turning on the Earth with the solar flares that came during the last millennium. "It was pretty bad from what I saw.." She figures the Doctor can keep them from ending up in deeper trouble or not. "The Earth get's hit by massive solar flares to cause a massive run for the stars. Something came from the depths of space to save the people of England from pretty much their end. It has to be bad if the government here wants people to forget.."

The Doctor did bring a party with him but it also kept the girls from pushing that button too soon. "Yes, and it's not registering Master and myself as humans. Well, don't get into that well..." He wanders over towards the protest button and he grabs the hands of Liz and Alisa. "...you look human. Well you all look Time Lord. We we're first." He gets a bit arrogant and surely Master must love that.

He grabs the hands of the two and he listens to Alisa's story of what was shown on the Telly. "We'll discuss that later, now let's vote before our friend in the booth sticks his tongue out at us."

There's no counting this time and The Doctor slams the two hands on the Protest button. The doors lock behind them and the floor opens up from under them. "Whoops, well sorry about that but there's always one way out of a --- GERONIMOOOOOOOOOO!"

The floor swallows the party up and down they drop down some 600 feet. It's going to be a very wet and disgusting landing into a big pool of trash and one spongy floor.

The Doctor hits the floor and he rolls out of the way quickly and he's covered in debris and crap. He's got the small scanner from Liz 10 in his pocket and he steps back. "That wasn't too bad, oh I'd almost ask to do it again."

Patrick lands in the trash face first thanks to the lack of waring. He gags and chokes and spits and gags again until he can talk without wanting to throw up. "That was disgusting," he snarks still spitting. "Next time a little more warning would have been nice."

He struggles to his feet and shudders. "Okay I'm gonna get this out of the way right now. It can't get worse from here."

The Master landed flat on his back, then jumped up, shuddering in disgust. He rubbed his gloves on the few spots of black velvet that weren't dripping with refuse, cleaning them, before brushing them through the back of his hair. The Master tried to get enough of the vile matter off to stop it from dripping into his collar.

The Master was tempted to engage his respiratory bypass, just so he wouldn't have to endure the smell of this place! He looked around, seeing an odd, dark cavern. He examined the others and smirked. At least, the Master wasn't alone in his humiliation. Still, there were protocols for such things, between himself and the Doctor.

"Doctor," the Master began, his tone calm and almost sweet. "You're going to suffer for this, I promise you."

Jack flew through the tube and landed face first as well. Slowly, he tried to pull himself up to his feet. It took a few tries before he was actually successful at it. "Ugh," he muttered, running a hand through his now sticky hair. His clothes stuck to him as well and he felt disgusting.

"Where are we," he asked, looking around the room. Trying to get his bearings, all he saw was blackness and the pile of gunk they were standing on top of. He did not like this, not one bit

He turned to the man who looked like Jack, smiling at him. "Had to say it, didn't you," he teased. "You have surely jinxed us now." It wasn't a Jack he'd met yet, he was sure of it. There were subtle differences in his clothing and look of his eyes. Still, Jack noticed him all the same.

"Let's not do it again, please Doctor?"

Great, just great. Shock the hell out of a firestarter and expect her to keep everyone around her untorched. And these new to her guys might not even know she can do that.

"What is WRONG with you?!" Liz screams as the water (she hopes to hell it's water) on her body starts to sizzle and steam from her emotional upset. "Do you even think for like...a second?" She smacks the Doctor in the arm hard before stalking away from him.

She tilts her head at the Master, having no idea he's the sorta the same guy as the little blonde who like to feed her cat 'leftovers' that Liz wants to be oblivious to the origins of. "Get in line, pal." Liz says to the Master before throwing a sharp look back at the Doctor. "Where the hell are we, anyway?"

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And, last into the mess is Alisa who lands ass first into the garbage filled water with a splash. She looks at The Doctor with a scowl on her face. "I think right now forgetting might of been a better option." She's covered in the stuff just like the rest and she slowly gets herself to her feet.

"I'm going to say we're covered in garbage water for starters." Alisa takes a whiff and she pulls up a bone, a chicken bone from the mess and she tosses it back into the soup. "A cave where they dump those who protest and garbage from all over the ship."

She watches Liz smack The Doctor in the arm and she offers a bit of a smirk as she stumbles about on the uneven surface. "This is just..." Alisa gags a bit and she wanders over to join Liz and she wades towards her gal pal. "I'm going to need a hundred showers just to get rid of the smell."

It is disgusting and he looks over towards Master for a moment. "You knew your risks when you started following me." Then he's hit on the arm hard and there's an. "OW! Now, it was either we took our chances upstairs with the lot in the booths."

He stumbled around and he looks at the garbage at his feet, his hands going into his soaking wet tweed coat and he reaches for his sonic. He waves it about. "Yes, it is a garbage dump and it is garbage being dumped into this cave." He walks around and he feels something funny under him. "Has anyone paid attention to the floor? It's a bit strange, soft, rubbery as almost as if ..." He kneels down to push his hand into the sick water. "Well think of it this way Alisa and Liz, the two of you aren't covered in blue toilet water anymore."

He sonics the two just to be safe, Jack would make this face a quick one if anything happened. "And, the two of you are just fine along with your wee ones."

Eventually he continues to run his sonic along the cave and he wanders over towards Master. "I do say this look is quiet you, but anyway you can worry about your dignity later. I never did say, it was something we're big on here. Still, there's that rubbery and strange if." He turns around to see if anyone knows what he's thinking. It might make the blow just a bit easier and people won't kill him.

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Patrick smiles at the young man who keeps studying him. He doesn't hold out his hand as it is covered in gunk, but he does introduce himself. "Patrick Logan," he says, "you have 'he looks like Jack Harkness' face. The Doctor's comment about the rubber floor makes Patrick kneel down in the muck and feel the floor.

He works it out after a moment or two and he makes another disgusted face. "Oh please no," he says "Please tell me we aren't where I think we are Doctor." He doesn't want to be right and so stands back up and almost dares the Doctor to say anything other than. "We were just eaten by something and are going to die by route of the things stomach."

"You were saying about dignity, Doctor?" the Master inquired acidly. "I would say that was the least of our troubles. I would suggest you put that screwdriver to good use and get us out of here. I could use compressor, but I think that would do more harm than good, right now."

He turned from the Doctor to the ladies and gave a bow, before addressing Liz, smiling charmingly.

"Normally, I'm gentleman enough to let ladies go first, my dear, but you'll have to forgive a lapse in this case. I have quite a few centuries of issues the Doctor needs to answer for."

Now, Jack worries. Especially with two pregnant women in the room beside them. He wades over to Alisa and the other woman, offering them an arm. "Alisa, how are you? I... I don't have anything to offer, but if I can do anything for you." He turns to Liz and smiles at her. "I don't think we've met."

Jack at least has the decency to blush when Patrick addresses him. "Yes, well, I can't help it. When someone steals your name, you get a bit intrigued by him." Jack grins at Patrick as he speaks. He can't help himself really. Seems they both have something of Jack's. "Jack Harkness. Technically, I had it first," he teases. "I can explain it all later, preferably over something cold."

Jack turns away from Patrick and kneels on the floor. Using his palms, he feels the floor, frowning at the texture beneath his fingernails. It feels nothing like any floor he's ever experienced before. Patrick's comment about a stomach makes him worry and he's quick to stand back up. "You think we're in some creature?" Jack glances back and forth between Patrick and the Doctor, raising an eyebrow at both of them.

"Hey. Name's Liz." Liz is not exactly her warm, cuddly self when she addresses the Jack that actually won't need a name tag like the others. "I'd shake your hand but...later. After a shower and...burn these clothes..." She trails off as the Doctor suggests what the thinks he's suggesting. "Christ, always with the getting eaten when I'm not technically working. Thought that was HB's thing." She mutters under her breath as she looks down at her very ruined boots. She'd opted to only wear her nice stuff when she was off duty, but that plan seems to have failed, too.

She glances back a Jack offering Patrick a drink or whatever he's doing. Liz is going to assume this Jack is a colossal flirt like most Jack's she's met in spite of the different face. Normally she'd let it slide but she's in one hell of a mood. "Patrick's taken, just so you know. Better invite Ianto, too." Way to be a bitch, Liz.

Then her focus moves back to the guy claiming he's got centuries of issues with the Doctor. "You're kidding, right? I'm pregnant and covered in shit and I really hope we all don't end up as shit with that he's suggesting, so I really would prefer that first punch, thank you." Liz says to the Master as she gestures to the Doctor.

Then she remembers she's supposed to be taking it easy, and letting other people deal with the crap because...well... because Owen asked her to, and she's going to do what the father of her unborn kid asks her to do (even if she didn't love him more than life itself by this point). Besides...if she's starting to show that means the baby's more vulnerable right? God, she can't remember all the shit she read in those books.

"Hey!" She snaps at the Doctor." Get us out of here now before I have to get us out myself. You do NOT want me to have to do that." Liz says to the Doctor threateningly. She'd be sparking if she wasn't yelling. That's the thing about her fire, if she lets too much emotion build up, it gets flare. Or if she's in immediate danger. If Liz would take five second to stop yelling and notice she's NOT flaring, she'd realize they're not in real danger. Yet.

"If I have to get us out of here, then I have to tell Owen I did it, and WHY and HOW I got stuck in something's stomach and when I do," Liz looks insanely confident in her assumption Owen will kick someone's ass for her. "He's gonna...shoot you in the face or something for making us push that button." Liz says confidently to the Doctor before looking to Alisa for conformation of that assessment. "Alisa's husband will kick your ass too, I bet.

This was the Jack she helped fish out of the East River with Jack in a helicopter during the immortal's birthday. Alisa looks at the sick they're in and then over towards Jack. "It's okay, you're covered in enough shit."

She's supposed to be on leave, she was supposed to be having lunch with Jack and the twins. Alisa frowns and Jack has to be worried sick, she should of waited or found another bathroom or walked back to the TARDIS to use the bathroom there. No she had to push people out of the way and trample old ladies in order to pe.

Liz has Ianto's honor defended and she looks at the water under her. "Okay, if it's what Liz is thinking this is not water... Joy. I've had enough body fluids on me to last me many life times." It's now getting worse and she looks down the further end of whatever they were fed to. "I'm not sure being shat out into space or another gave is a great idea.." Alisa's going to take hold of Liz's arm to try to keep her friend calm.

"If we're in a mouth of some creature, so I take this is where the protesters go." Alisa looks at her own body with her belly and she's likely to wind up on bed rest after this. "Let's get out of this before the beast swallows or Liz doesn't make him sneeze."

She raises an eyebrow at Master and she glances at The Doctor. "Okay, we're going to forgive him for the mental lapse."

The Doctor's running his sonic along the roof of the creature's mouth. "Well, okay we've all agreed that we're in the mouth of something. Good guess, we're standing on a tongue." He smiles widely and might win a smack or so from the group. "A great big tongue from what could be a brilliant creature. Oh, I'd love to see the front end of it."

He waves the sonic along the mouth and the big teeth are there and he ignores those from the tube they came from. "No, I'm not sure we want to shrink our friend here down to be pocket sized. There's feeding tubes all along the creature that food waste and the occasional criminal or well in our case protester gets tossed away."

The Doctor continues to sonic around the mouth and he looks at Liz with a smile. "I'm working on activating the other eject button."

From the deep there's a discomforted growl and that might give everyone a hint as to what's to come. He's thinking the best way out is the way they came in. "I just suggest that everyone holds their breath."

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Patrick rolls his eyes annoyed at everyone reminding him that he's taken. "I can speak up for myself thanks," he says, "and I was going to tell him about Ianto in a second." He smiles at the younger Jack a bit sheepish. "They really stick up for him....it's cute," he says, "and maybe you can take all of us out for a drink later once we get out of this."

He faces forward having a feeling he is about to get covered in something worse than the gunk right now. "I only hope Ianto is going to want to touch me after this," he mutters, "because it isn't going to be good for my ego I can tell you that much."

The Master laughed at Liz's comment and gave her another bow.

"Well, under the circumstances, I suppose you are owed a first punch," the Master agreed. "I'll simply reserve the right to finish him off."

He turned to the Doctor, smirking, to see his reaction, frowning at the advice to hold their breaths.

"Doctor, I think it would be wise, if you told us what you intend to do, instead of simply doing it, without explaining."

Jack smiled and raised his hands, palms facing outwards towards the others. "I... Uh, I have someone too. One of the many Jack's, actually. Well..." To be honest, he wasn't sure he had Jack. He just knew that he'd spent time with the other Jack and liked it. A lot. And he thought Jack liked it too. "If we go out, we'll all go out together. Though, I fear your sentiment is correct. He probably will not touch me either." Jack wrinkled his nose as he said it. He could just smell how bad they all were. He tried hard not to lose his meal in front of the others.

"Eject button?" He looked up at the Doctor and his facial expression turned to fear. If they were in a creature, there was two ways to be ejected. And neither of them seemed preferable to him. Still, he thought about it and he was sure he'd rather be spit out than digested.

"Yes, please. Tell, with details. And a diagram." He was teasing about the last part. Mostly. "Why don't we all try to get out of here without anyone punching. At least till we are out first?" He was hopeful they would be out soon. He had to be.

"Sneeze?" Liz didn't have a normal childhood so that Disney reference is a bit lost on her. She takes several deep breaths before cuddling Alisa gently. It's not to comfort Liz, it's all for Alisa's benefit. Yeah, right.

Liz is very impressed with the Master's gentlemanly demeanor. "Sure, you can 'finish him off'." She smiles a bit, having no idea what the Master would actually do to the Doctor just yet.

She stays close to Alisa and rolls her eyes at Patrick. "Just saying, you hurt Ianto I'm gonna make sure you end up a lot worse place than something's mouth." Liz says with a threatening smile. "I like you Patrick, but I like Ianto more." She says matter-of-factly.

She wants to say something to the other Jack, but then there's the hold your breath instructions, which Liz does as she's told. The smell and sensation of the inside of the creatures mouth doesn't bother her much. She's used to being stuck in the worse possible places from her years at the BPRD, so this isn't so bad. In fact it's not the first time she's done this sort of thing.

"Probably wanna cover your nose, too. Just in case." Liz says casually as she puts her own hand over her nose and mouth and closes her eyes, just waiting.

It might not be so bad if she wasn't feeling like the beast she's sitting in and she holds on tight to Liz. "I think we're going to become vomit..." The idea of being barf is well -- she's not too sure of it. It'll be a good story to tell the girls when they demand something like a mobile phone or some expensive handbag. "I swear what I had to go through when I was pregnant with you two..." Alisa practices saying, and she shoots at look at The Doctor. "I'll pin him down?"

She's grown to like the two, Ianto's happy instead of being all mopey so defending the honor of those two matters quite a bit. "Don't mind her she's ... " She's going to stop talking and she listens to the grumble of the stomach. "The Beast has a bit of a belly ache.,."

"You're going to get a few sponge baths after this Patrick."

"Sneeze?!" The Doctor laughs and he points his sonic at Master. "Yes, we're going to become sick up." The Doctor can see none of his companions are thrilled about the idea.

He turns the face the belly of the beast and there is one big tsunami of food rubbish coming in their direction. "Now, the lot of you are going to talk about holding me, hitting me and all such horrid things.. It's not my fault if you get sewage mouth! Then Jack, the charming Mr. Jones and Owen won't want anything to do with those filthy mouths!"

Just at the right time he finally shuts up and the wave of debris comes roaring up and it's a nasty swim...a very nasty, swim that leaves one stinking far worse than any drunk. A mix of garbage cheese and vomit anyone?

Eventually they're washed up into an access tunnel and The Doctor finds himself pushed up against a wall. "Ugh....That was not at all big on dignity." He's covered now in sick up and he ughs at his own smell. He pinches the bridge of his nose but they're no longer faced with the threat of being dinner.

Patrick out into the tunnel and he stumbles over to the corner to throw up, which does give him sewage mouth but he doesn't care. "Oh fuck that was disgusting," he groans once he is done putting his breakfast on the floor.

He stands up and wipes his mouth with his goopy sleeve, not even caring that he is making the mess on his face. "Never do that again please," he growls at the Doctor, "running is fine, but that was just insane."

The Master just managed to get his mouth closed, before the wave of vomit hit him. He gagged a bit, once it receded. Unfortunately, shutting his mouth hadn't stopped the vile matter from getting stuck in his beard and mustache. He pulled out a handkerchief that was mostly unpolluted and wiped frantically at his face.

"Doctor," he choked, barely able to get words out intelligibly. "Is...normal??"

"Oh god. No. Does he mean..."

Jack closes his mouth just in time to be hit by the sewage. He doesn't even bother trying to swim with the current of sick, instead taking a deep breath and going limp. Landing in the tunnel on his ass, Jack crawls out of the way of Patrick and stands up. Taking a whiff of himself, his eyes widen and he has to force himself not to get sick also.

Jack can only hope he'll get sponge baths as he moves over to the wall and leans against it. "This is disgusting," he mutters, running a hand through his now slick hair. "I think I'd rather have the running myself. I'd even fly my spitfire into the ocean before doing that again."

This isn't going to be good and Alisa gasps the last bit of air she'll see until she's swept away. She lets go of Liz as she's covered in the foul water that eventually leaves her sprawled out on her back.

Okay, this tops the worse things that she could of gone through, slowly she sits herself up and she tries to clear her mouth of the gunk. "This, has to be the worse thing I've ever felt. Doctor...please don't let us become chunky style chunks again." She tries to fight herself from throwing up and she wanders over to go help Liz to her feet.

She smells terrible and she looks at the others. "Is it normal for him to do this?" She asks Master. "I'm going to guess. Yes." Alisa's hurting and finally she turns her head to throw-up. "I'm going to put myself on bed rest for now on. I'm not going out to lunch, dinner or shopping for the next month."

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OOC: As permitted posting around Liz.