Oh for the love of...

[xp_daytripper]

I'm off to San Francisco because someone insists he needs a research assistant. And apparently my day off yesterday, even tho' Pete made it Official later, means I don't get to argue. *grrs* I hate it when Remy pulls rank, I really do.

Ange? Sorry to bail on you like this without warning, but I apparently have fifteen minutes to get my stuff together and meet Remy and Betsy out the front of the brownstone. Blame them.

Kurt, I'm still cranky at you. If you don't rest up while I'm gone, I'm putting the rest of you in traction. :P

Comments

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Oh my God. You're going to San Fran without me?! How come I don't get to play hot research ass. ever?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

You are aware that you have typed 'hot research ass', yes?

[x-rahne.livejournal.com]

I admit, I thought he had probably composed the entire comment just for that purpose.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

I'm fully cognizant of everything I type.

[x-gambit.livejournal.com]

I think you just picked up on the exact reason why I didn't tell you to join us. I need people who can arrange information, not creative STDs.

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

Biological warfare is the key to victory.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

Well, it's looking like I'm going back to Peru some time in the next month. You want to come for a hike though a rainforest? You can research poisonous things in the undergrowth, or something...

[x-pressive.livejournal.com]

You know, I just remembered that I have to wash my hair all next month. Sorry.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Why does Mark get to tell you no, and the rest of us do not? This is unfair. I protest.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

Would *you* like to come to Peru, Angie?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

For how long?

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

See, you could have just said no...

I don't know. I've got a few reports that make me want to go down there and have a nose around, just to make sure that nothing dodgy is going on. I've got someone else looking into it right now, but depending on what they find, I might have to nip down there for a bit meself.

It's, er, sort of in the line of cleaning up my own fucking mess, or at least making sure that there isn't anything to clean up. If I'm lucky, it'll be a week or two skulking around remote rainforest settlements, discovering that I'm paranoid, and come home.

If I'm not, well, it'll be the usual fun and games.

Seriously, I was planning to do this on my own, but if you really want to get out of New York again already, and into a fucking rainforest...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

If it means ruins and anything older than my grandparents, I think I will say no. I do not want to get squashed by a rolling boulder..