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fandomhigh2005-10-20 02:23 pm
Office Hours - Thursday 20.10
Today Charlie is amusing himself by throwing office basketball and calculating probabilities while waiting for either his study group or Angelus to show up. Or someone else.
(ooc: May actually have to work at work today, so replies will be slow. Study group - feel free to babble amongst yourself. Anybody else, be patient. I will reply.)
(ooc: May actually have to work at work today, so replies will be slow. Study group - feel free to babble amongst yourself. Anybody else, be patient. I will reply.)

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*sits up at attention, very prim and proper**appears to have no idea why Janet's giggling*"I don't remember when, or who, but I remember hearing something about some poor schmuck who thought aliens built the pyramids. Or something." She's biting the inside of her cheek now.
"Wow, wouldn't that be amazing? And there could be one team made up of misfits, and they could have the worst aggregate romantic luck in all of recorded history and go on interspace adventures and stuff.no subject
*collapses to floor*
*tries to look innocent and fails miserably*
"Wow," said Janet, her eyes wide. "The guy who wrote that must have been put on medication after he was published. Everyone knows how the pyramids were built." The look of suppressed mirth on Sam's face was almost too much for her. She pressed her lips together and looked as serious as possible.
"If there were a team of misfits like that, we'd all feel very sorry for them. I wonder if there would be anybody waiting at home to patch them up who had equally lousy romantic luck?no subject
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[OOC: Oh thank God! *hugs John-mun* You ended the silliness!]
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"I think that there's at least a viable argument that they could be. The problem is that no one knows how they're created." She shrugged. "I know this sounds more like a physics problem, but there's got to be a mathematical basis to support the physics, right?"
She looked to Professor Eppes for confirmation.
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John's enthusiasm is infectious, though, and she's soon grinning. "I think you're right. Where would we come up with the equations, though? I'm not sure exactly where to start."
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"Okay...maybe we won't, but other people could."
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*offers Janet a hand up**very definitely doesn't look at the look on Janet's face*"Mmm." Sam said. "Actually, I heard he's now teaching English as a Second Language somewhere. Poor guy." Sam looked over at John, hoping that he would say something to save them.
"I know, wouldn't you! And I don't know where they'd ever find someone like that, Janet. Now you're just being silly."no subject
*accepts gratefully*
*has stitch in side from laughing so much*
"That's such a waste," said Janet. "I wonder if he regrets that?" Janet glanced over at John and wondered when he was going to say anything at all to stop this train wreck.
"It's totally unrealistic. Did I tell you I was thinking she'd die in the arms of one of the misfits? It would be hopelessly tragic."no subject
So he just sits back and enjoys it.
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Possibly involving needles.
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