*entering the dorms*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: continued from Mitchell's Egypt Anthropology class]

*Elizabeth, along with Joan and Beka are half-carrying, half-dragging an unconcious (drooling and snoring Cameron Mitchell) into the building*

He's heavier than he looks


ETA: We're heading towards the basement, to see Drusilla

[ooc: Feel free to help with the transport. Or just take pictures. Or smack him on the ass]

Comments

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

No. Why would I want anyone who can grope me dead?

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

because you're smart enough to realize I'll never grope you? Unless you aren't.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

I'm kinda disappointed about that one.

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

yeah, you should totally feel disappointed about that. So won't change anything, though.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

It's the only way you'll be able to find out that it are really muscles!

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

I can probably deal with the tragedy of not knowing!

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Or ask Weir...

[joan-not-jane.livejournal.com]

Or continue with the not-caring...