Drax's Office Hours, Tuesday, May 15
Drax was in his office, looking through his desk drawers. There was still some stuff from the previous dean in there. Arts & Crafts supplies, a little wooden arm, and - disturbingly - a small container of something labeled antenna wax.
He had been all around the universe, seen and done things that would drive most men mad, but as he looked at this container he knew that he just plain didn't want to know what possible reason somebody could have for owning antenna wax.
[OOC: I just got home from work about 20 minutes ago, and tomorrow afternoon will be pretty busy at work. What I'm getting at is that I may be a little slower than usual. That said, all are welcome, especially Willow. But sleep now.]
He had been all around the universe, seen and done things that would drive most men mad, but as he looked at this container he knew that he just plain didn't want to know what possible reason somebody could have for owning antenna wax.
[OOC: I just got home from work about 20 minutes ago, and tomorrow afternoon will be pretty busy at work. What I'm getting at is that I may be a little slower than usual. That said, all are welcome, especially Willow. But sleep now.]