oh god, I seem to be writing fic for a fandom I'm not even *in*. Also, "the flannel incident".

So http://dapperderp.tumblr.com/post/900072959/because-who-doesnt-love-a-blue-velvet-tuxedo shows up in my twitterpeople's links. Suddenly my brain starts cranking, and I hit IMDB, IMSDB, several flavours of wikipedia, and Notepad. Also gchat. And the chat suddenly takes a detour into my past. Behold "the flannel incident". Which is actually not a Shawn Story, because Shawn is saner than this.

Sent at 9:56 PM on Tuesday
azurelunatic: shit, I have no idea what they'd have on Evan to make him behave his ass.


verity: me either, unfortunately
ping the skating ladies!


Sent at 10:00 PM on Tuesday
azurelunatic: OH GOD
Things you can't live without: Fiji water. My blackberry. My car. My Orthodox cross.
http://web.archive.org/web/20060831050425/http://www.nbcolympics.com/athletes/5071307/detail.html?qs=;t=21;tab=QuickHits
HIS BLACKBERRY AND HIS ORTHODOX CROSS ARE BEING HELD HOSTAGE. and it's his PA's ear.
oh god


verity: HAHA
amazing


azurelunatic: did I ever tell you the story about the crazyass dude who was going to stake [Mel]'s flannel out in the woods?


Sent at 10:07 PM on Tuesday
verity: no...?
[Mel]?


azurelunatic: former roommate, college, '98-'99
so, backstory, there's this army guy who the crowd of us are civil to because he's going to fix [Mel]'s broken-ass old truck.
(you may recognize this theme from "Dogfire".)
at one point or another, [Mel]'s flannel gets left with him.
It may have been via [Jen] who was borrowing it or something, I think he was sort of seeing [Jen] or something


verity: *nods*


azurelunatic: [Mel] is known for wearing a flannel shirt all the damn time. It's her thing.
but at any rate, this particular flannel is in his possession, and due to a shift in the social winds and him being actually kind of creepy, we cut off contact with him, and he still has the flannel.


verity: nooooo


azurelunatic: So he thinks that he can try to use possession of this flannel as a lever to get in contact with the crowd again, so he calls and leaves a message saying that if any of us want to see this flannel again, to contact him and make arrangements for pickup, or else he will go and stake the flannel out in the woods, and no-one will ever see it again.


verity: ...


azurelunatic: It was this incident that convinced us that actually, no, we didn't actually want that flannel back if the price for that was seeing him again.

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