Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (
nookiepowered) wrote2013-03-05 09:31 am
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Fandom High Security Office, Tuesday, March 5
"No," Bo repeated into the phone for what she was pretty sure was the third time. "We're not interested in purchasing a Cobweb Surveillance System. Even if we didn't already have our own security set-up that can detect when a gremlin thinks the word Skywalker, why would I want to keep track of cobwebs? What're they gonna do, stage a coup and take over the school if the janitor misses a spot while he's dusting?"
Pause.
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"So if the estimate team comes out today, can you have it installed by the weekend?"
Until then, she'd just be poking at the corners of her office every so often with that broom she stole from Fosse's closet.
[Open office is open. If cobwebby.]
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"So if the estimate team comes out today, can you have it installed by the weekend?"
Until then, she'd just be poking at the corners of her office every so often with that broom she stole from Fosse's closet.
[Open office is open. If cobwebby.]
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Or they just really wanted to sell her a Cobweb Surveillance System. Still. Thong Spiders. Better safe than sorry.
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Kenzi checked the ceiling and said, "Did something move up there?"
No, but it might make Bo jump.
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Had there been a Thong Spider, Bo would not now be making I will bat your hair with this cobwebby broom gestures at Kenzi. But there wasn't, so she was.
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"C'mon, our respected, er... janitor-thing, has oodles of respect for you! Why would he give you a hard time?" Ahem.
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"Don't tease the lady who knows where you hide the booze you don't have," said Bo, not putting down the broom.
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But her response was sadly lost to history, as there was no longer a perky Goth standing there, but a perky yet irate raccoon.
"!!!!"
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"There are better ways to avoid getting hit with a broom than turning into a cute fuzzy animal," Bo finally said after she ran out of ellipses.
Though, on reflection, she wasn't sure if that was true.
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La la la la. Can't hear your threats! Raccoon!
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"Hey, cut that out unless you want to set off the turbo-spin."
There wasn't a turbo-spin. Probably.
By which we mean that Bo had not yet managed to discover one despite accumulated hours of searching.
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Whoaaa, recliner! ...and she meant to do that backward somersault, honest.
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"I don't suppose there's any point in asking what you wanted to talk to me about now..."
Could raccoons type?
Did she want to give Kenzi the idea, even if they could?
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Kenzi chittered inquisitively, then started to pick up pieces of paper, examining them, then filing them. In either the trash or her mouth, depending on the smell of the ink.
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And now it has Kenzi-drool on it. You're welcome.
Care for some pre-chewed gum? Yes?