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fandomhigh2005-10-30 09:37 am
Parent's Weekend: Slartibartfast has "Open Office". Saturday morning.
Benjy and Frankie, the
pandimensionals, are still stood in front of the professor's chair, giving him a lengthy (if squeaky) lecture about the proper responsibilities a planetary designer owes to the client, and how they think he's been wasting his time fooling around here being a teacher.
The professor is still stood on his chair. It's been twenty-four hours now.
Oh, wait, the clocks went back an hour overnight. It's been twenty-five hours now.
His wine and his garlic bread are out of reach on the table. The garlic bread is now cold, the wine is cold no longer.
He'd be quite grateful if a student turned up, whether or not there were parents.
The professor is still stood on his chair. It's been twenty-four hours now.
Oh, wait, the clocks went back an hour overnight. It's been twenty-five hours now.
His wine and his garlic bread are out of reach on the table. The garlic bread is now cold, the wine is cold no longer.
He'd be quite grateful if a student turned up, whether or not there were parents.

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((would have come in yesterday but I went out also, poor Slarti!))
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You haven't got one of those fish in your ear, have you.
It's clear she doesn't understand. He turns back to the professor.
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(to the mice) This is Miss Matthews, she's a student of mine. She won't understand your language at the moment.
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((OMG Paige gets a babelfish! I'm so excited!))
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Ah, Miss Matthews, good to see you. I used to work for these two. I don't think they appreciate that I've moved on, that we don't have a relationship any more.
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"you-you worked for mice? Ok erm is there anything I can do sir?"
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She thinks for a few moments looking deeply troubled "you build planets? no I didn't know that I thought it had something to do with the Big Bang."
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There are some angry squeaks from the floor. Why can't you leave me alone? I don't work for you any more. More squeaks
Ah, I shouldn't keep on about the Earth,
don't want to interfere with the programmingLook, could you just pick the mice up and put them on the table? There's food there, and it'll save me worrying about them running up my robes, and I can get off this chair.Oh, we're supposed to be doing Parent's Weekend. Are your parents here?
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She shakes her head looking upset "my parents are dead sir, my Grams is at the school, but she has three of us to check up on so I'm not sure when she'll be free. Sorry. I'll probably write the essay just to be safe. If that's ok?"
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"I'm gonna go see if I can find my
boyfriendfriend James now. Good luck with the mice."no subject
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*shuffles notes* Ah, Mr Solo mentioned a Wookie. Are you with him?
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Chewbacca heads out to see who else needs to be spoken with.