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merryeccentricities ([personal profile] merryeccentricities) wrote2016-09-14 05:05 pm

so how was your day?

The Infirmary shift following Doctor Dinosaur's arrival was remarkably quiet, all things considered; Joly spent most of it studying information on dinosaurs, for obvious reasons. After a not-so-long day spent being alternately delighted and irritated with scientists of later years, Joly opens the door of the Blue Room, as he still thinks of it, and is promptly greeted by two very loud cats who have never been fed or petted ever.

He ushers them back into the room, looking around for the other human inhabitant as he does. "Bossuet?"
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[personal profile] tire_moi_mes_bottes 2016-09-16 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
This gets more exciting with every sentence! (Lesgle rather wishes he'd brought the sherry bottle over so they could have refills without interrupting the flow of conversation; it's a good principle. But sherry can wait!)

After dodging the swordfighting demonstration he settles an arm around Joly again, laughing. "Go on, go on! --And I'm pleased to hear Hotspur's particular set of skills has finally come in handy."
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[personal profile] tire_moi_mes_bottes 2016-09-19 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Doctor Dinosaur is a marvelous name, and Bossuet starts laughing too. Which probably doesn't help Joly tell his story. But suddenly there's a net? "--Er--neither do I, my dear Jolllly. What sort of net? ...Are there sorts of net?"