Sociology Office Hours | January 27, 2006

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom is in his office all day, working on his laptop. He's updating his livejournal, which in no way is bugporn doing some research on the mating practices of Roman snails.

For class.

He has cheese poofs, but they appear to be organic, which is suspicious.

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Re: Morning 1/27

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"I was more afraid I wouldn't survive being a teenager." He gives Grissom a rather rueful smile. "I thought I'd bring coffee for those who might need it. There's tea as well."

For some reason, Grissom's office doesn't seem to bother him.

Re: Morning 1/27

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom still finds the Barbie calendar now hanging next to one of his insect timelines far more disturbing than anything in his jars, although he gets along with Lorelai pretty damn well.

"I think all teenagers have that fear." Grissom stands up from behind his desk and walks over to The Doctor. "Tea would be nice, thank you."

As he takes a cup, he looks over to The Doctor and speaks casually. "The weather forecasts are still off, must be some sort of freak storm cluster I would imagine. Considering everything else I've seen here, snow can not be considered the most abnormal."

"However, I wish I had worn proper boots today," he says with a wan smile, stepping back and revealing his naked piggly-wigglies, and gesturing to his socks and shoes drying on a radiator.

Re: Morning 1/27

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Rummaging about amidst the eight or nine different cups, the Doctor finds a nice Earl Grey and hands it to Grissom. "From what I can tell, it usually doesn't snow this much in this part of America. It has me worried, though...bad weather's usually a harbinger around here."

Looking at Grissom's feet, he grins a little. "You can't be blamed for the weather reports being completely off-base, though, Dr Grissom. Just watch that you don't catch cold."

Re: Morning 1/27

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom quirks up an eyebrow. "When you shifted back into your normal form, were you accidentally transferred somehow with my mother or Sara?" he deadpans.

He accepts the tea gratefully and allows it to steep.

"What do imagine the weather could be a harbinger of?"

Re: Morning 1/27

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

"Last I checked, I was definitely all here up here," the Doctor says, tapping his head. "The last time we had unplanned inclement weather, we had zombies. I don't care to repeat that."