Office Hours

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He's certainly spent a lot of time in his office this week, Daniel reflects. He's marking Molly's archaeology report. Maybe he'll get the other reports in early enough to mark them today?

Although that would require him to be productive. Possibly not.

His door is open.

Comments

playing with your typo :-)

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Vlair, the russian super-spy, gasped in horror. His cover had been blown by this mild mannered proffessor? All this time convincing people he was a 14 year old boy who liked to bounce and now everything was ruined. He'd never find the secret room in the bowels of Fandom that would lead him to the ZOMGLaser. Without that laser, he might as well never return to Russia.

No, that wouldn't do. He must kill Daniel Jackson. Vlair's hand darted forward and grasped Daniel's wrist, yanking him out of his chair.

"You fink you are ze smart one now?" Vlair resorted to his heavy accent, there was no use hiding now. "I will show you who is ze smart one!"

Shoving Daniel to the floor, Vlair stood over him. Then he tugged at his own curls and with a sickening squishy sound, the mask of 'Blair' pulled off to reveal a towering 6 foot man with rippling muscles and a vacant expression.

With a jump, Vlair bounced on Daniel. It was a bounce of death.

Re: playing with your typo :-)

[the-ascended.livejournal.com]

[[*is dead from laughter*

Typos like that is why I should never roleplay after half a bottle of wine omg!!]]