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fandomhigh2005-10-04 11:22 am
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Sociology Open Labs
Grissom walks into the Sociology lab with a scowl. He spills his coffee on his pants trying to carry everything into the room, eventually throwing everything down on the desk except for a strange inflatable device he has under his arm. Apparently, he couldn't locate an inflatable donut to sit on after he got a boot in the ass yesterday, but his bottom is too bruised and battered to sit comfortably. Luckily, he had a blow-up sex doll in his closet, which was there purely for research, so he jams it into the seat and sinks into the chair.
On the front lab desk he sets up a bottle of Luminol and a note.
This is Luminol. Spray it, shut off the lights, if there is blood present it glows. Try not to huff it. The end.
[OOC: "New" students, Soc Lab is not required, but you can come ask questions, just stop by to harass or speak with Grissom, "do homework" and talk to fellow students, make-up missed classes, and/or take away the forensic equipment seminars and their materials for your own nefarious uses. They are also open to the entire campus.]
On the front lab desk he sets up a bottle of Luminol and a note.
This is Luminol. Spray it, shut off the lights, if there is blood present it glows. Try not to huff it. The end.
[OOC: "New" students, Soc Lab is not required, but you can come ask questions, just stop by to harass or speak with Grissom, "do homework" and talk to fellow students, make-up missed classes, and/or take away the forensic equipment seminars and their materials for your own nefarious uses. They are also open to the entire campus.]
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Grissom throws Trixie out the door, her mouth forming a perfect shocked "O". He puts the donut underneath him and smiles.
"Much better."
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"Uh. No problem Dr. Grissom. I uh... feel your pain."
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Grissom stops, realizing he wants to be a good influence.
"Trixie was left over from a case in Vegas. Let's just say you'd be surprised by how much you can stuff in through her mouth. But she doesn't work as an ass-cushion. Her nose kept on jabbing me right in a particularly nasty bruise."
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"Well I didn't have a boot. I got grazed by a bullet while at the shooting range, but the donut will probably help you more than me. I'd love to talk more but I have to go take care of Mr. Phale's shop in town."
Before Marty leaves, he turns to Grissom one last time.
"You didn't see any *mimes* running around here lately have you?"
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