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fandomtownies2005-12-20 12:36 pm
salmoneus.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2005-12-20 12:36 pm
Money, money, money...
There's a pile of gifts on the desk, all neatly wrapped in red or blue velvet-like cloth. Salmoneus sits beside them, smiling as he makes notes on a tally sheet.
He glances at the plone -- prone -- call thing, mildly distressed that it hasn't rung. Neither Principal Bristow, nor Jack Harkness have gotten in touch. But, it is Solstice, and there's this Crissmas thing as well. As excited as the banker is aboutspending his boss's money helping out the students, he can't fault either the principal or the young man for not getting back to him right away.
Besides, he admits that he's always been an instant gratification type of guy. Waiting isn't something he's good at.
But wait he will. Anything tobreak Hades help the kids.
[ooc: slowplay, but here. Come get a toy from Salmoneus!]
He glances at the plone -- prone -- call thing, mildly distressed that it hasn't rung. Neither Principal Bristow, nor Jack Harkness have gotten in touch. But, it is Solstice, and there's this Crissmas thing as well. As excited as the banker is about
Besides, he admits that he's always been an instant gratification type of guy. Waiting isn't something he's good at.
But wait he will. Anything to
[ooc: slowplay, but here. Come get a toy from Salmoneus!]