Contributed to by Amparo Bertram, Jody Fritsch, Jennie Hayes, Amy Hull, Wendy Kelly, Jill Kirby, Mary G.T. Webber, Maureen Wynn, the KGB, the Gang of Four, and likely a few others I'm forgetting! It's watery caffeine, but caffeine nonetheless.
Have I told you why my car is nicknamed the TARDIS?
We get to keep her!
No, Ger's not a NatPacker at all. ...Early tendencies. [while Nick was playing with the candle during Vampire Cabin Fever stuff]
The guy who looks like Ben Bass is there.
Drat, drat! Stupid me; forgot to call and tell you. Bad thing!
Well, I have a big gun. That's how I dare.
She's a cool place.
Pad Thai is good!
Well, we won't have to worry about the horrid bright thing.
Going over old wars is fun.
NatPack attack!
Are you applying for law school?
Listen. G.T.'s not down there; I can't hear her.
I think she's writing, but don't quote me on that.
Die, Terry.
I wonder how many weeks behind schedule this put them.
Even they filk.
Isn't Nick usually dead?
Please, with a 'y.' Vampire with a 'y.'
And the quote list just evolves as people continue trying to talk.
Then we can go upstairs and attack Maureen.
Yay! Four NatPackers! Mwaah-hah-hah-hah!
G.T. arrived. The bounce factor just went up.
We're always meeting in strange places.
Can we keep you?
"Blind Eye." Oh, God, I know the episode titles!
Are you the doctor from Australia?!?
Is there still just one Perkulator?
I want to take that child outside and kill him. Does anybody mind?
In my humble opinion, which you should share...
I delete you. I delete you. I delete you. In the name of God I delete you.
They bounce. Amy should know.
What can we do to keep you?
Will you show me where to go afterwards?
It's escorting, not forcing.
I trust the NatPack...I didn't say that!
You have to ask the question: when?
I've got to go upstairs and get a barrette. I'm sick of being Scully.
I need my hair pulled back.....not pulled back forcibly!
We could tell her where to go.
I'll take Vachon.
How could they do that to LaCroix? Rosebud...my bloody a**.
Ha, ha! We got the Merc!
Not only do we got the Merc, we got the Grand Poobah.
Are you apologizing for law school?
Hillbilly Welsh.
I have a hard time believing that I was one of those young con-goers--loud and obnoxious...
I should just keep my mouth shut.... Let me entertain you.
Low threshold of boredom.
Yes, she is a natural Tracy follower, isn't she?
We were partly talking about you, Partly.
Any faction with as few survival skills as you have needs a doctor on hand.
Susan can't be there all the time.
I guess I did need to eat. My headache's going away. [And, no, this was not me.... -Amy]
This is the NatPack. It's destructive. What do you expect?
Turlough does not writhe on the floor, foaming at the mouth.
This would be trouble.
She's showing Maureen the NatMare's butt.
I heard it once because I thought, "Why are the police here?" Then I heard the "81-Kilo" and thought, "Oh. It's just Nick."
We kidnapped Maureen and forced her to think about Nat.
And maybe whatever her trauma was it happened right around Halloween and that's why she's fixated on the color orange.
Oh, they're already hit.
Is that a frog? No. It's a praying mantis.
Amy is the only NatPacker with no cousinly tendencies whatsoever.
We keep coming back to Amy's shoes.
After reading Kind Soul, I went to bed and I was laying there thinking, "What do I have in the house that I could make a stake out of?"
They only took me away for 12 hours.
The blond leading the blind.
He's a fictional vampire--what's to be afraid of?
You need a small portable computer to keep up on their allergies.
We transported a Merc across state lines.
That sounds like a good use for Avon.
It's good to be had here.
I like that I'm not on the quote list. It's a positive thing.
I think he might be goofy in real life.
Fans are easy; they'll laugh at anything.
It's a Nat pose.
We didn't choose our faction.
I am the mutant Virgo NatPacker.
We just want to hurt Nick in any way we can.
She enjoyed a lot of things in the last war.
Stick it to the door with a frog.
G.T. phone home.
Two NatPackers in a room. We must make a phone call!
Put one of these in the freezer. We'll play Shaolin hockey. (It's not the goal, it's the journey...)
Mary, can I take your picture with your bra on now?
It's a lot of little, tiny beasts running together.
Oh, God. Mary's off feeling up some man again.
We're a quorum; we're loud.
She would out-Valerie Valerie.