Connor Safehouse, Sunday Eve

[apocalypsesoon]

"No! Dammit! Wait! Come back here!"

If John's current activities could have a soundtrack, it would be the Benny Hill theme as he tried to chase a half-dozen dingbots who'd gotten into his watch supplies.

Now would probably be a bad time to call him. Really.

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[misshargrove]

Ring.

Hey, she was reckless, okay?

[apocalypsesoon]

John slumped into the couch. "Hello?"

[misshargrove]

"Hey, John! What's up?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"Not much," he said, slapping his hand over his eyes.

Great.

"I'm-a gonna have to do some housecleaning. Seem to be infested with dingbots."

[death_of_hope]

Was it ever a good time to call John? Really?

Ring.

[apocalypsesoon]

Some days? Yes.

"Hello?"

[if I stop replying, it's because my f'n laptop melted. Fan's making noise.]

[death_of_hope]

"There were sheep," Anemone announced, tossing her notebook from Ethics aside. "They were wee, and multicolored, and I wanted to keep one, but I think Gulliver was going to try and eat them."

"Distract me from my ethics finals. Please."

[apocalypsesoon]

"...that is so much better than what I have to say. The dingbots saw that movie again. With the kid? And the burgalars? And the traps? And. I'm going to have to melt them all down." There was another crash.

"Rescue me? I'll see about getting wee tiedye sheepses?" The facepalm was strong with this one.