bornlucky:

Casey was out drinking with Flynn. They were both at his pub enjoying some free drinks. Casey was dropping shots of whiskey pretty fast getting ready to talk to some cute American girls on the other side of the pub.

wisdomtooth:

It's rare for Flynn and Quinn to /hang out/, let alone be in the same room and have a decent conversation. Oddly, enough both decided to hang out, causing a little trouble around London. Much to Flynn's surprise, they got a long smashingly. Both were friendly womanising men, both loved to drink, both were humours and they had common ground with wanting to save the world.

This would be the sixth pub they ventured into. During this time Flynn started a bar fight with some biker dude. All due to the fact he was flirting with the biker dudes woman.

"It's not my fault she said my ass felt nice!" Wisdom shouted, before dodging a punch.

"Pretty boy, grab my beer and let's go insult another pub!" Flynn said, before knocking out the biker with one full forced punch. "Bloody hell, I think I broke a finger."

nextgen_misc:

All over England skeletons from the fifteenth century began to rise from their graves and start to match on London. They began with laying siege of Buckingham Place and the Tower of London using weaponry from their time period.

brit_sorcerer:

Quinn grabbed two beers from the fridge and headed into the rec room of Excal's HQ. He fell onto the couch and turned on the Manchester United game. He opened a beer and took a long pull from it.

Now this was the life.

ng_mojoverse:

 "Whaaaaat!? What do you mean viewership is down!?" Mojo screamed at the ever-stoic Major Domo. "Did they not see all Armageddon-esque that just happened!? I gave them full coverage of that and you're telling me the ratings are down!?"

Major Domo calmly took a handkerchief and wiped his face of Mojo-spit. "There was an influx of viewership during that time, Grand Obesity, but with it over, people are exhausted and prefer a little cheer, pep, and outright silliness."

"Don't tell me what my viewers need, Domo!" Mojo strokes his chin, idly scurrying about on his spider-legs. "I got it! People need cheer, pep, and silliness! In short, they need crack! Lots and lots of crack! Let's see, who's consistently come through on that front..aha! Excalibur! Their antics always get a good response! What are they doing now!?"

"They disbanded, sir."

"What!? Why the hell didn't someone tell me that!? Who's in charge of monitoring the UK!?"

As if one cue. "So baby, want to go hang out sometime? Number 45? Please, she didn't mean anything to me, beautiful. So how about-yargh!" And said supervisor drone just got blown to kingdom come by an irate Mojo.

"We need an Excalibur team! Alright, let's do this the old-fashioned way. I'll send a huge force to invade the UK and force local heroes to team up. It's a classic and the nerds will appreciate it. We'll ignore the whiners on the forums. Get to it! I want my funny accents on display, now!"