Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2012-02-15 11:30 am
nookiepowered) wrote2012-02-15 11:30 am
The Hallway Behind The Security Center and Points Closish, Wednesday
Saturday's weirdness? It hadn't exactly gone away, but it had died down a bit when Bo hermited herself up in her own place for a few days. Enough that she could talk sanely to insane people and while the delivery guy from Pizza Planet stumbled away muttering about the best tip ever, he was still conscious and vertical at the time, so it counted as a win.
So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.
One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.
Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.
From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.
"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.
Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.
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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]
So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.
One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.
Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.
From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.
"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.
Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.
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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]
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Bo slapped her palm to her forehead. Like what, Cindy and Herc had been acting completely normal? (...the less said about the janitor's closet, the better.)
"So it's not me going crazy, it's an island thing?"
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Bo paused and looked down at Hercules again. "I've got to get him home and then get the hell out of here until whatever this is blows over."
Maybe that wasn't the best verb to use, considering the way her gaze was already wandering.
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She trusted Bo to try and be good, but seriously. It was Crazy Hormone Week. Not her fault if she jumped the teacher again.
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"I w--"
Bo. You're staring at his ass right now.
"Yeah, sounds like that could be an idea."
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"We'll get ice cream afters. And maybe you can jump your vampire boss when you get hungry again."
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