[12th consult]

[dr_conscience]

Well, looks like another set of random curses battering everyone today... I hope nobody's having too awful of a time with it. I guess the City feels I've earned a break.

In any case, I just have a question today; who would you contact here to have some home repairs done? Such as, for example, if you needed a new window and door.


[Private to Eden]

I found a gun of yours hidden here, if you want it back.

...thank you, by the way.


[ooc: Going to work. bbl bbz.]

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

We're keeping the remains. It'll be under the TV dinners. I'll put my name on it in case you forget when you're hungry.

And I don't think that home repair should be poised as hypothetical on the network.

[dr_conscience]

So I kill dinosaurs and you eat them?

Well, I think the specificity of the repairs actually manages to make it through the tone.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I'm not Fred Flintstone. I'm going to study it. You can eat it after if that is how you yabba-dabba-doo it.

Too passive. I'd have thought you'd go for the gut. Unless you want to save your harrowing tale for Spielberg.

[dr_conscience]

I don't want anyone to eat it. Have fun.

So you want me to post raving to the Network about fighting dinosaurs? It wasn't fun, House. They almost killed me.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You're right. It's given enough to science as it is.

And you don't want the coddling and hero-worship? Scared to be taken down a peg when Barney and friends come knocking again?

[dr_conscience]

I don't need to be coddled or worshiped, and I certainly don't need to bill myself as a raptor-slaying action hero. I'm surprised I survived.