I just put up a bit more of the Stageplay Universe (NCIS). HOWEVER, I really just want to play. I have one more day of freedom before a long slog at work, and
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Re: University Shamanlit_galJanuary 8 2012, 05:40:00 UTC
Blair was bobbing his head, vehemently agreeing with someone on the phone as Jim walked in. "Totally. Man, I hear that," he offered. Jim cringed. Whoever was on the other end probably didn't recognize that as the official Sandburg version of "I think you're full of shit."
When Blair spotted him, he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder and waved to Jim. "I hear you," Blair kept saying. "Hey, everyone has to make their own rules for life, you know?"
Grabbing a pad of paper, Blair scrawled across it in purple ink. "This may take a while. Don't wait for me. I'll grab sandwich." At least, that's what Jim thought he wrote.
Jim looked around for the Center's director. The man was MIA, so Jim cornered the first person who looked older than thirty. "Where's the university security?" he demanded. The station had gotten calls about a Christian fundamentalist group threatening to blow up the center for its godless views, so Jim was not amused at being able to just walk in the front door.
The woman's gaze flicked nervously toward Blair. "Um, Professor Sandburg sent them away. He said we have to have an open door policy and guards at the door didn't achieve that."
Jim narrowed his eyes and glared at Blair across a sea of abandoned desks. Blair caught his gaze and slowly pinked. Yeah, the little shit got caught being a little shit. To hell with the fundamentalists, Jim was going to kill him before they had a chance to.
Re: University Shamanskeptic7January 8 2012, 18:41:54 UTC
Thank you! This is great. It fits nicely with both CrossRoads and the relatively normal Sentinel universe, assuming that Blair has somehow gotten his degree.
Re: University Shamanlit_galJanuary 8 2012, 19:14:27 UTC
I'm so glad you like it. I do see this as being a continuation of Crossroads and Blair is leading the unconventional religions charge instead of the Sentinel charge. Either way, he'd dangerous when he gets an idea in his head.
When Blair spotted him, he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder and waved to Jim. "I hear you," Blair kept saying. "Hey, everyone has to make their own rules for life, you know?"
Grabbing a pad of paper, Blair scrawled across it in purple ink. "This may take a while. Don't wait for me. I'll grab sandwich." At least, that's what Jim thought he wrote.
Jim looked around for the Center's director. The man was MIA, so Jim cornered the first person who looked older than thirty. "Where's the university security?" he demanded. The station had gotten calls about a Christian fundamentalist group threatening to blow up the center for its godless views, so Jim was not amused at being able to just walk in the front door.
The woman's gaze flicked nervously toward Blair. "Um, Professor Sandburg sent them away. He said we have to have an open door policy and guards at the door didn't achieve that."
Jim narrowed his eyes and glared at Blair across a sea of abandoned desks. Blair caught his gaze and slowly pinked. Yeah, the little shit got caught being a little shit. To hell with the fundamentalists, Jim was going to kill him before they had a chance to.
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