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fandomhighdorms2005-10-18 09:20 pm
Tuesday Evening, Room 407 (After Flight Club) [NFB]
Sam had spread the contents of her toolbox out on top of a towel on her bed and was cleaning the tools and reorganizing the box as she put things away. She intended to do a good job as shop TA, and even though it looked like it wouldn't be a conventional shop class, she wanted to be prepared.
Plus, this way the tools would be ready on Thursday when she wanted to work on the Harley. And...yeah, she should probably ask Mac if it was okay to keep it in the shop over the winter, or she was going to have to invest in some fingerless gloves.
Talking with Janet and Elizabeth this afternoon had definitely helped--she was no longer nearly as hysterical or hopeless about the future John Connor had foretold. She had her friends, and her brain still worked. Somehow, she'd make sure it didn't happen here. Now she had an idea of what to look for, as well.
Also, with her friends' support, she didn't feel nearly as much like a circus show attraction as she had when John had stood there, laughing at her. But maybe that was just her bruised ego healing.
Plus, this way the tools would be ready on Thursday when she wanted to work on the Harley. And...yeah, she should probably ask Mac if it was okay to keep it in the shop over the winter, or she was going to have to invest in some fingerless gloves.
Talking with Janet and Elizabeth this afternoon had definitely helped--she was no longer nearly as hysterical or hopeless about the future John Connor had foretold. She had her friends, and her brain still worked. Somehow, she'd make sure it didn't happen here. Now she had an idea of what to look for, as well.
Also, with her friends' support, she didn't feel nearly as much like a circus show attraction as she had when John had stood there, laughing at her. But maybe that was just her bruised ego healing.

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"But it was creative, that was good."
"They're okay, still hurt a little. I'm suppossed to go back to the clinic tomorrow and find out when I can start logging hours again."
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"Oh, yeah, that's me. Creative. And dopey." It was possible she was getting a little obsessive about this, but it wasn't like Jack had never met her before. He should be used to this.
She looked him over, relieved that he appeared to be telling the truth. "You are actually going to show up there, right? I'm not going to have Janet poke you with needles all the way to the clinic?"
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"Don't worry, I'm going. Mostly to make sure Daniel went about his eye but I'm going nonetheless."
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"Wait. What's wrong with Daniel's eye?" And how come you know these things and I don't?
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"He got into a fight with a tree and lost."
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"He...he what? Is he okay?"
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Jack considers the question for a moment befor remembering the attack trees out front.
"He didn't actually get into a fight with one, he walked into it. He seems okay. Except for the shiner he got from it."
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[ooc: Attack trees?]
Sam's mouth fell open. Even for Daniel this was...above and beyond the norm. "He got a black eye by walking into a tree? Did he notice it was there?"
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[There's a small forest out front of the school full of Ents and Whomping Willows. ]
"I don't think so, apprently this happend either on the way to or from his preformance on Saturday."
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much against my better judgment at times, so I guess either one would work," she shrugged.[ooc: Oh. Right, now I remember.]
"I can't imagine how much he had to drink--he was out there all night reciting Shakespeare, and then he walked into a tree? Yikes. Have you seen him? I know a little bit about what's going on from Janet, but I haven't even heard him since Saturday."
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"A glass of scotch. One. I talked to him on the phone for a while on... yesterday I think actually."
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"You're kidding. One? As in...one? Single?" Sam began laughing. "He's never going to live this down. I know it was bad before, but I had assumed that he'd had at least half a bottle, or a case of beers, or something. This...this is too funny."
"Okay, you talked to him," Sam said, switching feet. "Did he sound more like himself?"
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"Yeah. One. As in slightly more then none and significantly less then two." Jack shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged instead of on his knees.
"Yeah. He even apologized for the whole ignoring thing. And then he tried to get me to respect my elders."
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She noticed his change of position. "There is a chair here, somewhere, or you could sit on the bed, if it would be more comfortable." She smirked, "He's such a lightweight."
"Well, I'm glad he apologized to you. Oh, he didn't! How'd that turn out for him?"
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"I'm okay here. Besides it's a pain in the ass getting off the floor like this."
"Yeah, he even asked for advice about Doc. No well. I think agreed not to bite him but made a vague refrence to future torture."
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"Whatever makes you comfortable, I guess. Just remember, when you're aching tonight, that I did offer somewhere more comfortable than the floor. I'd even give you a hand up if you wanted."
"Daniel. Asked you. For romantic advice?" Sam began laughing so hard that she tipped over and almost fell off the bed. "Had he been drinking again?
When did you and Daniel start biting each other? I knew there was more to it than rumors!"no subject
"I might take you up on that in a few minute but right now I've found just the right spot to not-lose feeling anywhere."
Jack waits for Carter to stop laughing. It takes a while.
"Shut up.
He said I couldn't bite him in class the big meanie!"no subject
"Well, you let me know, then."
Sam's laughter eventually tapered off to giggles. "So, Casanova, what did you tell our poor, lovelorn archeologist?
Aw...poor Jack...didn't anyone ever tell you about delayed gratification?"no subject
That's where you get the cookie after you finish your work, right?"no subject
especially considering what you could have come up with. I approve. Er, not that you need my approval, or that I'm the queen of romance or anything like that..." She stopped babbling, suddenly flustered."
No, that's bribery. Or positive reinforcement. Delayed gratification is where you could have something good right away, but because you wait a while, it actually ends up being better."no subject
"Oh. I was close, it involved not doing something right away."no subject
"Yes, you were. But..y'know, never mind. It's not important.""So, how'd Daniel take the advice? Is he going to ignore it?"
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"No, I think he's actually gonna listen. He was... bad off. He really lkes her."
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not that I would know. Speaking of which...still have your liver?""I hope so. Janet's in love with him, when he's not being a dickhead. Actually, even then, but she's less happy about it. He really hurt her--I hope they make it, though."
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Still have it for now, mainly due to massive avoidance.""They'll make it, he's stupid but he's always been that way around women. I think it's a chemical imbalance or something."
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