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fandomtownies2010-08-30 10:30 am
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Trooper Station; Monday [ 08/30 ].
Angua, feeling better and even a little personable with the waning of the moon, settled in for another boring day of deskwork at the station, so she didn't think much of the folder Ralph had handed her.
Until she looked at it. Her jaw tightened.
"Ralph," she said, "what is this?"
He only shrugged, and Angua opened the folder. "This is a joke, right?"
Sadly, Ralph shook his head. Angua looked at the second page. "You cannot be serious."
And then Ralph looked apologetic*, and Angua could only let out a long, disparaging groan. How was this even possible? She had certainly not signed up for this. She would not sign up for something like this. She was not a teacher, she was a bloody werewolf. But there it was, syllabus and everything, and she couldn't help but wonder if somehow, Carrot was involved, but she knew better than that. Carrot would at least tell her.
And look at that, they even bloody picked out a TA for her. "Maladicta," she muttered the name with distaste. "Why does that sound so familia--?"
Frowning, Angua pulled out her Gooseberry and bravely sat through his annoying entreaties to help before simply asking it to go write a note to Carrot and see if he'd know. The message came back quickly, and very simply:
"Borogravia, in their most recent war with Zlobenia, Lance Corporal of the Tenth Foot. Is everything okay?"
...
"Oh, bloody hell!"
No, it most certainly was not okay.
___
* Okay, Ralph smelled apologetic.
[[ open station is open! ]]
Until she looked at it. Her jaw tightened.
"Ralph," she said, "what is this?"
He only shrugged, and Angua opened the folder. "This is a joke, right?"
Sadly, Ralph shook his head. Angua looked at the second page. "You cannot be serious."
And then Ralph looked apologetic*, and Angua could only let out a long, disparaging groan. How was this even possible? She had certainly not signed up for this. She would not sign up for something like this. She was not a teacher, she was a bloody werewolf. But there it was, syllabus and everything, and she couldn't help but wonder if somehow, Carrot was involved, but she knew better than that. Carrot would at least tell her.
And look at that, they even bloody picked out a TA for her. "Maladicta," she muttered the name with distaste. "Why does that sound so familia--?"
Frowning, Angua pulled out her Gooseberry and bravely sat through his annoying entreaties to help before simply asking it to go write a note to Carrot and see if he'd know. The message came back quickly, and very simply:
"Borogravia, in their most recent war with Zlobenia, Lance Corporal of the Tenth Foot. Is everything okay?"
...
"Oh, bloody hell!"
No, it most certainly was not okay.
___
* Okay, Ralph smelled apologetic.
[[ open station is open! ]]