Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (
nookiepowered) wrote2012-04-19 04:04 pm
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FH Security Office, Thursday
"You could fit three of me in these pants with room left over for Tiny, Herc, a raging polyester rash and a bachelorette to be named later!"
Today wasn't the first time Bo had worn her staff uniform in public. It was just the first time she'd given in to her hatred for the shin-length Agatha Christie skirt and tried out the pants instead.
Today wasn't the first time she'd bitched out loud about her staff uniform to an empty office, either. It was just the first time she got a reply.
From her desk drawer.
Of snorts, squeaks, thumps, and some sound Bo not only didn't have words for, she didn't want to have words for it.
"Stop that!"
No such luck. It just got louder.
"For Christ's sake, I'm a succubus. You think I don't know what you're doing in there? Cut it out!"
There might as well have been a post-it note attached that said If The File Drawer's Rockin', Don't Bother Knockin'.
"I have a gun!"
She did, and she wasn't afraid to use it. Even on something that looked like a bunny.
Mostly. Bo didn't know what she would do if it clucked at her, so she wasn't opening the drawer just yet.
[OOC: Drawer is closed, door is closed, post is open!]
Today wasn't the first time Bo had worn her staff uniform in public. It was just the first time she'd given in to her hatred for the shin-length Agatha Christie skirt and tried out the pants instead.
Today wasn't the first time she'd bitched out loud about her staff uniform to an empty office, either. It was just the first time she got a reply.
From her desk drawer.
Of snorts, squeaks, thumps, and some sound Bo not only didn't have words for, she didn't want to have words for it.
"Stop that!"
No such luck. It just got louder.
"For Christ's sake, I'm a succubus. You think I don't know what you're doing in there? Cut it out!"
There might as well have been a post-it note attached that said If The File Drawer's Rockin', Don't Bother Knockin'.
"I have a gun!"
She did, and she wasn't afraid to use it. Even on something that looked like a bunny.
Mostly. Bo didn't know what she would do if it clucked at her, so she wasn't opening the drawer just yet.
[OOC: Drawer is closed, door is closed, post is open!]
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Bo made a growly face at her desk, which obliged by making a growly sound back. "And whaddya mean out there?"
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Well, nobody did have horns as far as Bo knew, besides Fosse, who'd been shufflng mournfully around in the janitor's closet all week.
She knew the answer, though.
"It's that Colbert guy -- he's like a hundred times more freaked out by the idea of the Howells freaking out, than they could possibly get, if they're as blind as they seem."
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"I'd prefer a gang-bang with the zombie band."
Just in case it wasn't.
"But I'd do it if I thought it would help." She shook her head. "I tried to head him off before he got here; that might've worked, but Portalosuckity struck again. Now... the guy won't come near me. Every time I catch a glimpse of him, he's glaring at me like I stuck a Vote Obama sign on his back or something."
Or like he overheard her saying she made out with Jon Stewart. Just saying...
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"Nuts." Kenzi grumbled and stared at the rocking drawer, trying to think. The squeals weren't helping. "We could... someone, not me, I have no tact... do an end run around that Colbert guy and tell the nice normal boring old people the truth? Maybe they'd handle it? Or forget it two seconds later?"
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told that was Nick-level badhit, I think we've talked about how much I don't want Stephen Colbert in my drawers."no subject
[ahahahahahhahahah yes it was."Soooooooo many puns. Sooooo little time. And you only have the one vag, so."
Stay classy, Kenzi. "You got another plan? Do the teachers? Does anyone?"
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Thump squeal bow-chicka-bow from the desk.
Bo sighed. "Maybe we could smuggle some of these critters into their drawers."
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