Cuddy/Weir Election HQ

Elizabeth is sitting, crosslegged in front of a low table, with both her laptop and a pad of paper set up in front of her. Sedge is zonked out asleep at her feet, and she's rifling through printed sheets.

A pack of six highlighters are around, and every so often, she'll highlight something in a different color.

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-23 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
*time and place, baby, and are we inviting Janet? or just us this time?*




[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-23 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
*she was in the clinic with me and Jack not long ago*



[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-23 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
*thinks they could probably go together and then just appear in clinic*




[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-23 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
*thinks Liz is very beautiful*

Let's go find Janet. I need to talk to her. *wink*


[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-23 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
*doesn't blush because now that she's recovered her sense of self, it takes quite a lot to make her blush, but smiles quite pleased at Liz's subtext*

*laughs* This is so much easier with women. Men, you have to practically browbeat them to get them to go anywhere.

*strokes Liz's cheek soothingly* C'mon. She'll be glad to see you too.


[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-23 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
((OOC: See you on the old clinic thread from Jack's shift.))

*grins* Coming!