fandomtownies | Cabot & Assoc., Thursday, 7/7

Jack tried to be diligent about things like watering the plants in the office, and taking out the trash and recycling. Not only did he see it as part of his employment, but he worked better in a clean space.

Today, the recycling had its revenge.

Jack didn't hear the rustling as he picked up the bin, nor did he see the green beast before it lashed out of a nest of soda cans and chomped down on his arm.

He had just enough time to start to swear before the venom took effect. When it did, the swearing subsided. "Aw man," Tracy Turnblad said as she looked around the office. "Detention again? I didn't even do anything!"

She was going to just sit still and wait for somebody to come yell at her, but she gave up on that plan as soon as her hands went to her head. Her hair felt dangerously flat.

This was an emergency. Whipping out her hand mirror, she was fully prepared to spend the rest of the day teasing her hair back to its usual, glorious heights, singing a little song about detention as she went.

[OOC: Completely open, gremlin-bit, hairspray-soaked post!]