Episode 5,
Virtual Season 7 Title:
Yours Truly
Written by:
bourbon and mecedeme
Artwork: Harbor Runner
Original Virtual Air Date: October
28, 2007
Description:
Finding ‘alone time’ is difficult for Jordan and Woody,
whether it’s in Boston at Halloween or in London where
copycat murders set the scene for a dangerous encounter
for Jordan. A witch’s curse and the threat of a new
Ripper aptly coincide with Halloween.

Random Facts:
There are more suspects named for the identity of Jack
the Ripper than there are actual victims.
£6 for a Jack the Ripper Tour – that’s a bargain, chaps.
Donald Pegg is named after Donald Rumbalow, the foremost
Ripperologist. His last name is in honor of Paul Begg,
another Ripperologist.
Music:
Halloween Theme, by John Carpenter
I Put a Spell on You, by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Werewolves of London, by Warren Zevon
I Put a Spell on You, by Queen Latifah
Trailer: Toccata in DeMole by Mannheim Steamroller

Quotes:
Jordan:
Here it comes. This is the best part…
Woody:
AAAAAAGGGGGGGH! No, she didn't!
Jordan:
Told ya.
Woody:
Oh, I so did not need to see that. Can a coat hanger
really do that much damage?
Kate:
Two of the terrorists on the Venezia spent time in
London over the last year, and the British government
needs our cooperation in determining whether there are
any links to suspected cells in the UK. We have a
meeting with representatives from the Home Office on
Monday morning, and they'll want a briefing on
everything we've got. Forensics, autopsy, crime scene.
You name it.
Jordan:
We couldn't have done this by fax?
Kate:
Do you have any idea how hard it was to get Binky into a
kennel at such short notice?
Nigel:
Come on, Woody. Where's your spirit of gastronomic
adventure?
Woody:
I'm sorry, but I just don't think I want to put anything
in my mouth called "spotted dick."
Nigel:
Mmmm. What I wouldn't give for some of my mum's spotted
dick right now.
Kate:
Okay, glossing right over that comment…
Nigel:
It's a custard pudding with raisins! And thank you very
much for making one of my fondest childhood memories
sound pervy.
Kate:
Because it wouldn't have been the name or anything.
Bartender:
Blimey. Looks like the septic tanks want some kitchen
sinks.
Kate:
Yeah, whatever. Can we get some drinks?
Bartender:
Oi, bit of a Lionel Richie, aren't you? You're a right
Richard the Third, though. Nice pair of Bristol Cities,
too. So, what can I get for you, me rubber glove?
Woody:
Was that English?
Kate:
Two Forsyte Sagas, a Richard Gere, and a red Calvin
Klein, thanks. And if you don't take your eyes off my
Bristol Cities, I'll knee you in the Niagara Falls so
hard you'll be singing soprano for the rest of your
life.
Bug:
Where is everybody?
Garret:
What are you talking about? They flew to London…
Bug:
No, I mean the dead bodies. It’s Halloween, we never
have a quiet Halloween. It’s even a full moon. Where are
all the crazies?
Sidney:
Huh! He's 3000 miles away right now.
William: Or kids! I’m the last DuPree, so I decided I’d end the
curse. Only way I knew how to do it was to be the last
one. It was a difficult decision, but it’s a burden I
have chosen to rid the world of this wretched curse!
Garret:
Well. Mr. Dupree. I, uh, that’s an interesting, history.
It’s just not… we don’t… well, as a medical examiner,
I’ve never listed that as cause of death.
Jordan:
Bureaucrats and bad takeout. This wasn't quite what I
had in mind when I said I wanted to travel more.
Woody:
You heard what Inspector Tea and Crumpets said. I'd like
to go home tomorrow without having caused an
international incident. Besides which…I don't like the
idea of you running around the East End chasing Jack the
Ripper version 2.0!
Sidney:
What? You don’t think it’s weird that this guy shows up
seconds after Bug said we were having a slow night? We
angered the forces of equilibrium in the universe, and
they needed to set things aright by landing a
supernatural death on our doorstep. We shouldn’t have
said that stuff about Nigel! He’s our balance – our yin
to the world’s yang.
Garret:
Nigel got to you, didn’t he? Another one down…
Kate:
I'm assuming the antecedent of "he" is Woody.
Kate:
Look. I don't know Woody all that well. He seems
relatively normal, and I guess he's cute in an "Opie"
kind of way, even if the bad puns would have me heading
for the hills inside a week. I don't know what makes him
tick – it could be he gets off on all that macho crap.
Maybe he feels like he's got to play alpha male. Or
maybe - maybe he just thinks you've both lost too many
people you care about lately.
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