Room 513 of Internation Relations; Sunday Morning [ 02/01 ].

[stocksgrrl]

Sitting on her bed with her laptop in her...well, lap...Turtle's fingers were a flurry of typing and her expression was one of continual spikes of amusement. She wasn't, however, working on what would usually cause such a response, business reports or law briefs. She had actually gotten up a little early, so that she could make the appointment

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[scary_jeff]

"So how's this American football thing work again?" Jeff inquired, from where he was pinning the phone up against the wall with heavy, heavy scotchtape.

[stocksgrrl]

Turtle had a better question for him, especially since Turtle's answer to Jeff's question would have mostly involved talking about money, and almost nothing to do with actual football at all.

"What are you doing with the phone, Jeff?"

[scary_jeff]

"I'm neutralizing it!" Jeff called back. It was a very important job and Jeff was very devoted to it. In fact, he was thinking about putting nails in while he was at it. "I never should have called a cease fire on phones."

[stocksgrrl]

"Is this about that whole phone thing a couple of Sundays ago?"