Daniel thinks he's got everything he needs.

Or at least he hopes that he's got everything.

The apartment is mostly tidy and his freezer is full of ice-cream.

He makes himself a cup of coffee, and sits down to review his flight details one last time.

He'll have just enough time to grab lunch in town before he has to leave for the airport.

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[[I'm clearly going mad, because I could have sworn I'd posted them...]]

( Anthropology )

From here

Daniel opened the door to his apartment for Jenny, quickly glancing around to check that there was nothing incriminating around.

Especially something of Janet's.

Because that would have been bad.

"Excuse the mess," he said again.

Daniel knew he had new neighbours.

But he really wasn't up for being social.

He just needed to get the conclusion written on this article, then he could send it off and forget about submitting to journals for the rest of the summer.

Or at least until he was finished in Egypt.

[[ooc: locked to the girlfriend]]

To: Tealc
From: Daniel Jackonson
Subject: Help!

OMG!! wee!kids!!

He got the letter yesterday, and hadn't bothered opening it until after the archaeology class ( Read more... )

Having spent the last few days *handwavily* painting the bathroom and study, Daniel was all set for a quiet night in with his book. Yay books.

[[ooc: All modding was done totally by permission *nods* Or if not, *looks at omg!fridge!modding!*, was forgiven ;)]]

Daniel had spent a good portion of the day eying up various rooms and paint chips. He was planning on staying in Fandom for the entire break, so he figured he might as well get some more work done on the apartment.

Right now, however, he was at least trying to clear some of the seats and surfaces, waiting for Janet.

Daniel?

Is not freaking out.

Really.

No matter what Blair might have said during archaeology earlier, he was not freaking out.

He was a calm, mature, responsible adult.

And he really wasn't thinking about the girls. No. Not at all. Really.

He so wasn't getting a decent night's sleep tonight.

The lights are down low.

Soft music is playing.

Daniel's all nicely dressed up.

And is clearly terrified, as he keeps glancing across at the clock.

[[ooc: Locked to janet_fraiser, and slowplayed liek woah. Also? Still not drunk yet]]