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Zoe Winchester ([personal profile] bigdamnprincipal) wrote2007-05-29 10:14 am

Zoe's Office - May 29

Zoe had calmed down somewhat after the catharsis of her rant from the previous day. For the moment, letting go of some of her anger and worry allowed her focus on the more important tasks at hand: organizing all of her paperwork for the new students, and dealing with the feeling of being about twenty months pregnant.

"You can come out any time you want now," she murmured, rubbing her hand over her belly. "You don't have to make me wait two more months. Your daddy and I won't mind, I promise."

[Open, if you dare. *g*]

[identity profile] ismyhairout.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Zoe, boss, pal, incredibly pregnant woman with good aim," Hades said, sweeping into the room without knocking. "It's been too long. Nice rant there yesterday. Wanna bet they got all indignant? Not that I care," he added, examining a random object on her desk, "but you know, it's hard to break out of the business. I like deaths to be on a schedule. If I wanted to be an on-call kind of guy, I'd be the god of, I don't know, medicine or internet role-playing games."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean was happy to find Zoe's door open as that meant he didn't have to juggle the basket he was carrying and knocking.

He ducked his head around the doorjamb. "Is it okay to come in?"

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean shot her a quick grin and came in, setting the basket down on her desk. It was full of fresh apple pastries he'd handwavily picked up before heading here.

"Conside this an apology for worrying you?"

[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps he was taking his life in his hands but he'd heard the rant the previous day and well, doctory instincts were just buggers to completely squash.

Thus as he was wandering about, Wilson found himself up by Zoe's door, knocking politely on the frame.

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Truthfully? It never occurred to me."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"The number one rule we had growing up was 'we do what we do and shut up about it,'" Dean explained. "And that went double for any kind of authority."

[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Stepping into the office, he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and smiled back.

"I lay full claim to doctory busybodiness," he admitted without shame, the smile growing.

"I know I'm not your doctor doctor but I just wanted to check in and see how you were feeling." In the wake of swatting stubborn students over the head with a clue.

[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"I imagine," Wilson agreed with a sympathetic smile.

"I think I know better than to suggest keeping off your feet but you make sure to get John to give you foot and ankle rubs at the end of the day, tell him it's totally doctor's orders."

Okay there might have been a twinkle of impishness in his eyes as he made that suggestion.

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You're not so bad," Dean said, then grinned. "And Dad at least didn't find you unapproachable."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Dean nodded. "Yeah. It's still sore, but a lot better than when it happened. But the sling is going to get old fast. Although..." Here he grinned conspiratorialy, "Sammy did my laundry last night. I might see if I can get him to detail the Impala before I get rid of this thing."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Payback for all the times Sammy used those puppy eyes of his to make me cave growing up," Dean said.

[identity profile] ambassadorinara.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Drawn by something she didn't quite understand, Inara had decided to drop by Principal Washburn's office. She was carrying a full teapot and had two mugs in her bag.

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've built some resistance over the last 15 years," Dean said, completely deluding himself.

[identity profile] dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com 2007-05-29 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"And don't forget the hand delivered bowls of cheesecake ooo or cake batter ice cream," Wilson suggested helpfully, grinning like a fiend.

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