Office Hours, November 29

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe was sitting at her desk today with a squirming Grace on her lap. Grace had made quite a few protests that she was too old to be sitting with her mom like that, but Zoe just held onto her and told her she'd understand someday. So, for the moment, Zoe was looking intently at her computer, while Grace drew pictures and plotted her escape.

At least it was quiet.

[Door and post are open!]

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[bigdamnprincipal]

So he was screwed, and there was no telling how long it would be before the go-se hit the fan. "I would tell you that everything's going to be fine, but I don't think lying is going to help you," she said, somehow managing a calm tone. "I can tell you that we're not going to stop until this is fixed though, for what that's worth."

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah. I figured if it was creepy and weird, you guys would be working on it. Don't forget about...us, okay?" Because saying 'me' was a whole new level of egotism, even for him. "We tried to make the world a little bit better before--you know, whatever this is."

At least the Republicans couldn't find a way to blame it on the Administration, or pretend it was like global warming and wasn't really happening.

...and then Josh realized he was wasting the very last moments of his life worrying about spin, and shook his head.

"Right. the world is ending and I'm not spending my last minutes on the planet on a phone call, you know?" he said, sounding a little apologetic. "I need to go kiss a blonde. Take care of the kids at the school, okay?"

[bigdamnprincipal]

"Always," Zoe said. That was ingrained in her DNA by this point. "You're not going to be forgotten, and this is just a temporary goodbye. But kiss your blonde well anyway, all right?" From the messages people had been receiving, she didn't think what was about to happen would hurt, and she hoped that would hold true for Josh and his people as well.

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

"Will do," Josh promised. "Here's hoping I'm sending you another auto-penned holiday card from the White House in a week. Godspeed, Zoe."

He hung the phone up quietly, then bellowed, "DONNA!!"

Hopefully there was still enough time to find her.