Timestamp meme
For wal_lace:
"Rumor Has It," one hour, 23 minutes earlier, featuring Scott, Jean and Darwin the Beagle.
"I'm starting to get paranoid," Scott mutters, dropping into a chair in the lab.
"Starting?" I ask, looking up from my microscope. "Oh, sweetie. I thought your paranoia took root years ago and was flourishing. Weren't you convinced nuns were giving you funny looks last month?"
"I'm serious," Scott says, putting his head in his hands and massaging his temples. "I just spent an hour fixing the plumbing in the second-floor girls' bathroom. Someone flooded it. God knows how, God knows why. I swear every time I turn around something breaks or explodes, and I swear I'm getting funny looks from people. Not just nuns, either. The students, too. I'm feeling very persecuted."
"Poor cupcake," I say sympathetically. Darwin, who can be sensitive to moods, bounces over and earnestly offers Scott a squeak toy.
"Thank you," Scott tells the dog, "but a slimy squeaky banana really won't help this. I appreciate the thought, though."
"If you really appreciated it, you'd learn to say it in Klingon," I tell him. "Darwin really doesn't respond to English much anymore."
Scott winces. "You know, my dream in life is to have one living thing in this house respond to me with unquestioning obedience."
"And you can have that," I say patiently, "if you learn Klingon."
"My house is being wrecked piece by piece, my 'Star Trek'-obsessed fiancee brainwashed our dog and my new car reeks of wet Wolverine," Scott says glumly. "This day just has to get better."
"Go interrogate a student," I suggest. "Get to the bottom of the flood. So to speak. I'll come by your office in a couple of hours and get you for lunch. Knowing you, by then you'll have found the flood culprits, learned about three new plots against you, formulated strategies against said plots and engaged in a snark-a-thon with Logan."
Scott perks up. "You're right. Knowledge is power. I'll get Jubilee to tell me everything." He sighs, stretches and stands up. "I just know I'll feel better if I know what's going on around here."
"Rumor Has It," one hour, 23 minutes earlier, featuring Scott, Jean and Darwin the Beagle.
"I'm starting to get paranoid," Scott mutters, dropping into a chair in the lab.
"Starting?" I ask, looking up from my microscope. "Oh, sweetie. I thought your paranoia took root years ago and was flourishing. Weren't you convinced nuns were giving you funny looks last month?"
"I'm serious," Scott says, putting his head in his hands and massaging his temples. "I just spent an hour fixing the plumbing in the second-floor girls' bathroom. Someone flooded it. God knows how, God knows why. I swear every time I turn around something breaks or explodes, and I swear I'm getting funny looks from people. Not just nuns, either. The students, too. I'm feeling very persecuted."
"Poor cupcake," I say sympathetically. Darwin, who can be sensitive to moods, bounces over and earnestly offers Scott a squeak toy.
"Thank you," Scott tells the dog, "but a slimy squeaky banana really won't help this. I appreciate the thought, though."
"If you really appreciated it, you'd learn to say it in Klingon," I tell him. "Darwin really doesn't respond to English much anymore."
Scott winces. "You know, my dream in life is to have one living thing in this house respond to me with unquestioning obedience."
"And you can have that," I say patiently, "if you learn Klingon."
"My house is being wrecked piece by piece, my 'Star Trek'-obsessed fiancee brainwashed our dog and my new car reeks of wet Wolverine," Scott says glumly. "This day just has to get better."
"Go interrogate a student," I suggest. "Get to the bottom of the flood. So to speak. I'll come by your office in a couple of hours and get you for lunch. Knowing you, by then you'll have found the flood culprits, learned about three new plots against you, formulated strategies against said plots and engaged in a snark-a-thon with Logan."
Scott perks up. "You're right. Knowledge is power. I'll get Jubilee to tell me everything." He sighs, stretches and stands up. "I just know I'll feel better if I know what's going on around here."