Room 231, After ACJ

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Fighting snowmonsters, "study group," and making a survival kit for Shop Class had been fun, but they also had been distracting and Sam was now seriously behind on her homework. She hadn't done any work for her independent study for a couple of weeks now. Sam turned the CD player back on, munched on a few of the chocolate covered espresso beans, and began flipping through her notebook.

Today she'd try and focus on the huge one that The Doctor had said needed to be completely reworked. She took out the eraser and wiped down a huge chunk of wall, re-writing the one equation she knew was accurate, then working quickly from there.


[ooc: Door's open for interaction, but is primarily for oatmanspatient and his sidekick.]

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sam rolled his eyes at all and gave him a look as if to say "You have a better suggestion?

[chasingangela]

Al shrugged. "Just pointing something out. You know, you might want to ask if she has an older sister. We could use one like her at the Project -- we're low on brains and eye candy right now."

He leaned back. "By the way, I had Ziggy run the numbers on Marty and Angela again. She says that even with the age disparity or time disparity -- whatever you want to call it -- it's still 50-50, with or without you. It doesn't seem to be what you're here to fix, Sam."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Sam frowned as he made some adjustments on some of the equations on the whiteboard. Clearly this is not what he was expecting.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Marty?" Sam noticed his frown, but more importantly, she was resisting the urge to shout "mine!" and stand protectively in front of her project. At least for the moment.

[chasingangela]

"Sorry. You don't get to play yenta this time," Al finished. He paced the room as he watched the two Sams work.