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Zoe Winchester ([personal profile] bigdamnprincipal) wrote2006-05-27 12:59 pm

Zoe's Office - May 27

When Zoe came into her office Saturday afternoon, she was expecting to find things exactly as she left them, with a possible new stack of paperwork sitting on her desk.

What she wasn't expecting to find was underwear of various sizes and colors scattered about the place.

"You have got to be kidding me." With a sigh, she turned around and headed for the PA system to make an announcement, and then came back to her office to wait for the victims to arrive.

[open to anyone who wants their boxers back. you can handwave that you came and got them if you want.]

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Pitching his voice higher and adopting a southern twang, she says, "Hi there. I've come to pick up something for a friend of mine. He says they're here and, since I was in the neighborhood, I offered to pick those things up. Would that be okay?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"That troublesome Crichton fellow," she replies and accidentally changes her accent into something very British sounding. "He said he lost a pair of shorts?"

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"He provided me with a description in written form," she says, slipping a note out of her pocket. After reading it, she looks around and retrieves the boxers that belong to Crichton. "See. Easy a pie."

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd do try," she says demurely, one hand to her chest. "You've been most helpful. Blessings and good tidings."

And then she fleeeeeeeeeeeeeees.