Parent's Weekend: Slartibartfast has "Open Office". Saturday morning.
Saturday, October 29th, 2005 08:44 amThe frogs are practising in the nets at the far end of the kitchen/classroom. The professor has readied his room for any visitors who might turn up. He has a small handful of notes about each of his students, so that he can bring parents, guardians and/or minders up to date about the progress of their charges. He has some light refreshments laid out on the table -- small squares of pizza, little bowls of pasta salad, bread sticks, a crate of cheap Italian white and a number of paper plates and plastic glasses. One of the glasses is full of plastic forks, another with paper serviettes. The professor himself is sat enjoying a glass of white and a piece of garlic bread. All is right with the world.
Until two mice -- small white mice carrying rather smaller brown suitcases -- point their twitching little white noses around his door.
He's in here. Look at him, sat on his fat Magrathean behind working his way through the European snack food mountain. I'll tell you something, Benjy, it gives me the heebie jeebies.
I know what you mean, Frankie. We'll give him such a talking to. I bet he hasn't worked on any planetary design for weeks.
They scurry over to near where the professor is sitting.
Oi, Slartibartfast! I hope you've been spending your time here at school productively.
The professor looks down, spots the mice, leaps up to stand on his chair, and screams.
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(OOC - That's how the first visitor will find him. Mun is around intermittently during the day (UK time), but will be going out around 6pm for his cousin's birthday. EDIT: now out. There will be another post on Sunday.)
Until two mice -- small white mice carrying rather smaller brown suitcases -- point their twitching little white noses around his door.
He's in here. Look at him, sat on his fat Magrathean behind working his way through the European snack food mountain. I'll tell you something, Benjy, it gives me the heebie jeebies.
I know what you mean, Frankie. We'll give him such a talking to. I bet he hasn't worked on any planetary design for weeks.
They scurry over to near where the professor is sitting.
Oi, Slartibartfast! I hope you've been spending your time here at school productively.
The professor looks down, spots the mice, leaps up to stand on his chair, and screams.
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(OOC - That's how the first visitor will find him. Mun is around intermittently during the day (UK time), but will be going out around 6pm for his cousin's birthday. EDIT: now out. There will be another post on Sunday.)