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Port Charles Update for Friday, 12-Feb-1999

Hello fellow PCO-ers

As most of us know by now, PC was not shown today. *sigh* And on the day when I was to do my very first update. Oh, well, I will just do a "fantasy" update. Enjoy...

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Setting--PC Studio
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"Kevin" struts down the hallway, wearing tight black jeans, a form-fitting black T-shirt, and of course, a rugged black jacket. Walking into his dressing room, he picks up his script, and come
back out again. Spotting "Chris"and "Matt" in the hallway, he queries, "Have you guys seen the script? I'm a bit confused."

"Chris" smiles slyly, raising an eyebrow, "You're just now confused? What kind of sludge is she dishing out now?"

Kevin replies, slowly,"No, it's not like that...it's just I'm married to Lucy! And Ryan is alive..."

"Frank" interrupts, "Ryan can't be alive. I overheard the dragon lady awhile back. She says she's not giving the viewers ANYTHING they want. You must have read it wrong."

Chris disappears for a moment, returning, "Hey, hey, hey, I am liking this!" he grins.

"Wait a minute, let me go get mine," Matt responds.

Laughing, Frank cautions, "Don't bother man, what are you thinking?"

Coming back, Matt exclaims, "Look, I'm *here* and *here* and *here!*", a look of wonderment crossing his face.

They travel down the hallway to the wardrobe department. Disrobing, shirts and pants pile up, as they all head for the closets to locate their wardrobe for the day, already prepared for them. As their backs are turned, an eager group enters, scooping up the clothing. They carefully leave towels behind. As their about to head out, one of them says, "Wait, we promised to leave the bikinis too. Come on we need to grab all the women's clothes too."

"What about Lucy's clothes?" another asks.

Shrugging, a young woman replies, "Ohhh, just forget it. We don't have that kind of time."

They disappear down the hallway, as the men return, confused.

So perplexed are they, they don't even hear the petite brunette, hugging Kevy's black jacket to her chest, pausing to inhale his scent, cry, "Hey, wait for me!"

Noticing the towels, Chris picks one up, asking, "You don't suppose THIS is our wardrobe do you?", flicking it playfully.

Kevin replies, "That's impossible. Where did all our clothes go?"

Strolling out onto the sound stage, towels wrapped firmly around their waists, toned abs, muscular chests, proudly on display.

A shrill voice shrieks, "NOOO, What are you doing? I DON'T LIKE that."

Quickly scanning through their newfound scripts, they reply in unison, "BITE ME!"


THE END