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Fandom High Security Office, Wednesday, May 8th
Wednesday, May 8th, 2013 11:29 amNo students in the halls, no likelihood of trouble, perfect day to catch up on the paperwork bits of Bo's alcohol-free job, right?
Why she'd expected to find her office unmolested at all, let alone after Kenzi's graduation, Bo had no idea, but she still ended up standing in the doorway staring like a dope for a bit.
It didn't help that the second she opened the door, she was hit in the face by an unfortunately-shaped balloon arrow, launched across the room from a carefully-rigged and really kind of impressive balloon bow.
Balloon swords dangled from the ceiling. Balloon... she guessed they were supposed to be land-mines...littered the floor.
Her stuffed mountie moose sat on a filing cabinet armed with a balloon M-16, which Bo though was a little excessive for the RCMP until she tracked across to his target: the giant rubber duck sitting in her chair.
Wearing a postman's cap and wielding what she really really hoped was supposed to be a cannon.
"And here I was afraid it was gonna be a boring day at the office."
[Open; decoration-modding and duck-larceny performed with multiple blessings.]
Why she'd expected to find her office unmolested at all, let alone after Kenzi's graduation, Bo had no idea, but she still ended up standing in the doorway staring like a dope for a bit.
It didn't help that the second she opened the door, she was hit in the face by an unfortunately-shaped balloon arrow, launched across the room from a carefully-rigged and really kind of impressive balloon bow.
Balloon swords dangled from the ceiling. Balloon... she guessed they were supposed to be land-mines...littered the floor.
Her stuffed mountie moose sat on a filing cabinet armed with a balloon M-16, which Bo though was a little excessive for the RCMP until she tracked across to his target: the giant rubber duck sitting in her chair.
Wearing a postman's cap and wielding what she really really hoped was supposed to be a cannon.
"And here I was afraid it was gonna be a boring day at the office."
[Open; decoration-modding and duck-larceny performed with multiple blessings.]