214 [Friday, March 23, After lunch]

[irulan_atreides]

Irulan stacked her papers in a neat pile, her holograms in another and beamed proudly at the line of headdresses she had arranged by color and height. It was a good day.

(totally open!)

Comments

[anextimeagent]

Robert Goulet danced in the door, heading straight for the hats.

On his way, he tipped over a chair and tossed a notebook out the door, but it was absentminded as he stared at the perfectly arranged hats.

[irulan_atreides]

Irulan turned, startled and gaped as Jack tossed her notebook around. "Jack, what are you--?"

Then she saw him zero in on her headdress, "Jack Harkness, do not even think about it!"

[anextimeagent]

Stuff. Perfectly arranged stuff.

It's a little known fact that the satisfaction to be derived from stuff messing is directly proportionate to the care with which the stuff in question has been arranged.

This? Was going to rate at least a 9.9.

Skipping a little, Robert Goulet sent the hats scattering every which way. Some of them were amazingly aerodynamic and flew beautifully!

[irulan_atreides]

"No!" Irulan yelped and scrabbled to save some of the headdresses, using even the Weirding Way to catch some of the headdresses.

[anextimeagent]

Definitely a 9.9. Maybe a 10.

Robert Goulet looked around in satisfaction, nodding a little.

[irulan_atreides]

Crush or no crush, Jack had knocked over her headdresses. "This is not funny!"

[anextimeagent]

There was nothing in here that could top that.

That might just have been the Perfect Mess.

Robert Goulet did a small victory jig, then soft shoe shuffled his way out of the room.

[irulan_atreides]

As Jack danced his way out of her room Irulan could only shout: "Jack Harkness!"