Morning, 10 March.

[tamerofdragons]

Mmph ... Hunh ...?

A- ah ... Master ... have we been sleeping?

[thunk of something--like maybe a forehead--hitting a desk] Data-freeze. Again. Dammit; I've been sitting at my desk for a week and now I'm behind on paperwork. At least I didn't wake up in a dress.

Alright. So before I step outside my room, what did I miss this time?

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[whoshotsherlock]

You really think I'd do that a second time?

Ah. Not much. CSIs falling from the sky. UTAUs falling from the sky. A kidnapping case...

Yehknow. The normal crap.

[tamerofdragons]

You weren't supposed to hear that.

Nn ... another one? Or you mean your friend Sara?

... And how many singing robots do we have here now and how do we stop them from manufacturing more? At this rate we'll have an army; forget DATS, we won't need them.

At least this time I don't have to worry about stepping outside the Hotel.

[whoshotsherlock]

Yeah, Sara.

I've lost count. Lorne's pretty much given us the entire second floor at this point.

[tamerofdragons]

Uh huh. Does that mean I'll need to put more people on that floor to keep you all out of trouble then? *he's kinda joking Greg, really*

[eatatjoesaura]

Ya know, Goblimon wanted me to dock your pay for the time spent Data frozen, but I had a better idea.

[tamerofdragons]

... Why am I getting the feeling I'm going to prefer having my pay docked? What did you have in mind?

[eatatjoesaura]

Oh we already took care of it.

[Attached: Picture of Lance set up in what looks to be a vegetable garden dressed as a scarecrow. There is in fact a pigeon sitting on his head in the picture]

Though if you'd like to continue I left the outfit in your closet. You're great at keeping the birds away from my garden.

[tamerofdragons]

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*face-palm* You hate me, don't you? I preferred thinking that I was sitting at my desk and yet not getting any paperwork done.