nookiepowered: (negative (bitch freaking please))
Finding someone sitting in her chair when she arrived at her office was not exactly the kind of shock that would make Bo drop her coffee or anything.

Spinning the chair around to see not the expected tiny goth chick, but a doll, was...

Still not so much of a shock. Especially given the type of doll it was.

"Hi-laaaaaaaarious, Madrox!" Bo called over her shoulder, poking her head out the open door but seeing only an empty hallway. (Though after last weekend, she supposed there were a number of lightly-teased possible culprits who might want to get a bit of their own back.)

Then the back massage function switched on by itself, Bo turned around to find the chair spinning in circles, and what do you know, she needed to go buy a new coffee.

After she pulled the knife out of her boot and stabbed the thing in the head until it deflated, as you do.
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[OOC: Establishy. Link is... ahem. INGVAR DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IT'S FOR HE JUST THINKS IT LOOKS PRETTY OK?]
nookiepowered: (security (sitting))
Spending the day replaying the public security footage from Parents' Weekend for her own entertainment was in no way a wrong thing, right? After all, it gave Bo something to snortle over, identified the hot relatives she'd missed meeting, and distracted her still-racing thoughts from the impressive amount of bombshells that last weekend had managed to drop on her despite not having any family of her own to deal with.

Of course, the postcard on her desk counteracted the distraction effect every time she glanced at it, but it still made her grin.

[Open is as open does. LJ, though, is as LJ does, so.]
nookiepowered: (security (sitting))
Spending the day replaying the public security footage from Parents' Weekend for her own entertainment was in no way a wrong thing, right? After all, it gave Bo something to snortle over, identified the hot relatives she'd missed meeting, and distracted her still-racing thoughts from the impressive amount of bombshells that last weekend had managed to drop on her despite not having any family of her own to deal with.

Of course, the postcard on her desk counteracted the distraction effect every time she glanced at it, but it still made her grin.

[Open is as open does. LJ, though, is as LJ does, so.]

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