Drax's Office Hours, Saturday, 05.26.07
Drax was busy. He was curious just how many hidden weapons he could have in his office, so he decided to experiment. He had a bunch of knife blades, some superglue, and various objects that he could attempt to hide the blades in. It would be just like a cane sword, only knifier.
The flower pot knife was an interesting idea, but the dirt refused to hold the blade long enough to make it work. The picture frame knife could have worked if he had a picture in the frame to conceal the blade. The phone knife just destroyed the phone and now he needed a new office phone. The chair knife was uncomfortable, the overhead fluorescent light knife took too long to retrieve, the clock knife made a terrible noise and no longer told time, and the desk knife just wasn't going to work no matter what.
Drax sighed and left the office long enough to take the blades and superglue back home. When he returned, he decided that if he ever really needed a weapon, he could always use the remains of the fruit basket Miss Rosenberg gave him. They were rotten by now, they could be used as smelly projectiles.
[OOC: Drax is in his office if anyone wants to bug him. I have some errands to run, but I'll be around all day after that.
Oh, and people who signed up to get called into Drax's office, many apologies for this past week. Work + illness = no fun.]
The flower pot knife was an interesting idea, but the dirt refused to hold the blade long enough to make it work. The picture frame knife could have worked if he had a picture in the frame to conceal the blade. The phone knife just destroyed the phone and now he needed a new office phone. The chair knife was uncomfortable, the overhead fluorescent light knife took too long to retrieve, the clock knife made a terrible noise and no longer told time, and the desk knife just wasn't going to work no matter what.
Drax sighed and left the office long enough to take the blades and superglue back home. When he returned, he decided that if he ever really needed a weapon, he could always use the remains of the fruit basket Miss Rosenberg gave him. They were rotten by now, they could be used as smelly projectiles.
[OOC: Drax is in his office if anyone wants to bug him. I have some errands to run, but I'll be around all day after that.
Oh, and people who signed up to get called into Drax's office, many apologies for this past week. Work + illness = no fun.]