Room 317, Saturday early afternoon
Mar. 6th, 2010 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notmyownageZane had slept in. Allison was going to kill him. He rolled out of bed and groped around for a relatively clean t-shirt -- only to discover the one he'd grabbed wouldn't fit him in a million years.
Why did he have girl's clothes lying around? Purple wasn't exactly Jo's style. . . .
Neither was the rig on the desk. It was just about the style that might help clue him in on what the hell was going on here, and what had caused it.
He was betting Fargo. It usually tended to be Fargo. When it wasn't cloned chickens, anyway.
[ooc: open, though SP may happen as I must be off to work in an hour or so. Claudia Donovan has turned into Zane Donovan from Eureka]
Why did he have girl's clothes lying around? Purple wasn't exactly Jo's style. . . .
Neither was the rig on the desk. It was just about the style that might help clue him in on what the hell was going on here, and what had caused it.
He was betting Fargo. It usually tended to be Fargo. When it wasn't cloned chickens, anyway.
[ooc: open, though SP may happen as I must be off to work in an hour or so. Claudia Donovan has turned into Zane Donovan from Eureka]
