Something had been bothering Dax. A certain gangly-limbed doctor, to be specific. And for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Dax mulled over the problem while studying, tinkering, and piano-ing. After her second lab explosion, she decided to put other things aside while she concentrated on the issue at hand. What exactly was vexing her?
She was helping herself to a drink (strictly of the non-purple variety), when Eureka! She figured it out. Her little, spur of the moment
prank had been wholly thwarted. And Dax hated to leave a job unfinished!
The Doc going to be a tough case. This was going to require finesse, and possibly an outside accomplice.
Jack,
I’m looking for an accomplice assistance on a small project I’ve been tinkering with. But it’s a very top-secret matter. The utmost discretion would be needed. Interested?
-Dax
She sent off one more owl. Because it was good to keep your target unsuspecting.
Doctor,
Hello! Hope lakewater didn’t stain your jacket.
-Dax
Smiling, she settled back in at the bar, and started mulling over potential pranks.