The smoking room, Monday afternoon
Camulus had needed to get out of the office. Ba'al was planning some kind of grand inspection tour that had his underlings scurrying to straighten up the place, and the whole thing reeked of Goa'uld oppression. So he had grabbed his work and tried to find some place where he wouldn't have annoying Ancients demanding attention.
This smoking room seemed to suit his purposes marvellously, as he sat as a table with his sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened, and even feeling comfortable in this blasted pants for once.
[[Open to everyone. Maybe even annoying Ancients demanding attention.]]
This smoking room seemed to suit his purposes marvellously, as he sat as a table with his sleeves rolled up, his tie loosened, and even feeling comfortable in this blasted pants for once.
[[Open to everyone. Maybe even annoying Ancients demanding attention.]]