001. [text + location: lobby]
Alright, very funny. This place is super impressive and all, like something you'd see in a James Cameron or George Lucas film, but I stopped laughing about a minute after I arrived.
Ziva, McGoo - hell, Abby, even if you're in on this - TAKE ME BACK TO D.C.
Tony hit the button to send the messages a little harder than was probably necessary. He loved a good prank as much as the next guy, but this was a little extravagant, even for him. Rubbing his temples, he shoved the phone into his pocket, figuring it would at least be a good souvenir to bring back to NCIS Headquarters when he had to explain to Gibbs why it was he wasn't around. He had a job to do and he was relatively sure that he was going to get far more than just a headslap if he didn't get back to it. Not to mention all the worrying that might ensue if they thought he'd been abducted by a disgruntled enemy or nation.
Which, he supposed, was still very possible, but he could hardly see why someone like that would bring him to a place as nice as this. Looking around the lobby some, he sighed, taking a seat in the nearest comfortable looking chair. He glanced at his phone now and then to see if he got a text back, hoping that they had their phones not only turned on but programed into the one that they'd got the receptionist to give to him.
"Real bunch of wise guys," he muttered. He would stay under the happy delusion that it was still Ziva and/or possibly McGee's fault he was here until he was absolutely proven otherwise. No need to get worried and upset until absolutely necessary.
[ooc: jdkflsd if I did this wrong, let me know /runs awaaaay]
Ziva, McGoo - hell, Abby, even if you're in on this - TAKE ME BACK TO D.C.
Tony hit the button to send the messages a little harder than was probably necessary. He loved a good prank as much as the next guy, but this was a little extravagant, even for him. Rubbing his temples, he shoved the phone into his pocket, figuring it would at least be a good souvenir to bring back to NCIS Headquarters when he had to explain to Gibbs why it was he wasn't around. He had a job to do and he was relatively sure that he was going to get far more than just a headslap if he didn't get back to it. Not to mention all the worrying that might ensue if they thought he'd been abducted by a disgruntled enemy or nation.
Which, he supposed, was still very possible, but he could hardly see why someone like that would bring him to a place as nice as this. Looking around the lobby some, he sighed, taking a seat in the nearest comfortable looking chair. He glanced at his phone now and then to see if he got a text back, hoping that they had their phones not only turned on but programed into the one that they'd got the receptionist to give to him.
"Real bunch of wise guys," he muttered. He would stay under the happy delusion that it was still Ziva and/or possibly McGee's fault he was here until he was absolutely proven otherwise. No need to get worried and upset until absolutely necessary.
[ooc: jdkflsd if I did this wrong, let me know /runs awaaaay]