The X-Project

Inez Temple was arrested this afternoon for a brawl in Jefferson's Diner. A trio of teenagers decided to start razzing them during lunch, and I guess one of them started broadcasting some story that Paul Richmond got to third base with Laurie behind the maintenance shed last year. That was enough to set Inez off, ripping their table off the damn bolts in the floor, and slamming it back down in front of them.

Which, predictably, touched off a panic, sending people running into the street claiming a mutant was tearing the place apart and trying to kill everyone. The Jefferson got trashed pretty good, and the cops were on-scene fast enough to nab Inez.

This is where it gets really bad. The Salem Centre PD has charged Inez with everything from attempted murder to the kidnapping of the Lindbergh baby. The only really valid charges are the ones from the owner of the diner and the teens, but even if just those stick, Inez is looking at time in juvi at the very least.

I'm going to put on the FBI badge and see how hard I can lean on the local police chief, see what I can do about this bullshit stack of charges. People are going to need to talk to these people and see if they can convince them to drop the charges somehow. Otherwise, Inez is going away for this.

Whichever one of you ratted me out to Joseph Twoyoungman (Dr. Leo Samson, white courtesy phone), I have been informed that hiding in my room, spending long hours at work, switching my blood supply over with Crown Royal and writing up investigation assessments with 'why does it matter. Even if you arrest them they'll eventually leave you.' is no longer allowable. In fact, and this is my personal favourite, I'm now under orders to be sociable or I get to go home for a psych evaluation.

So, other than the unknown person who squealed on me to Canada (Dr. Leo Samson, white courtesy phone), I offer an open invite to those staff who are not chaperoning the prom or working that night, and like myself, would like to avoid the crazed noises of the traditional post-secondary school sex of the mediocre kind. I'll be hiding in Harry's.

Also, if a certain someone would like to make this up to me with a free drink (Dr. Leo Samson, white courtesy phone), I'll be drinking Moosehead and watching the Doc eat the Indians alive. Hot wings for preference. No blue cheese.

We're just at the airport now. Hopefully we'll be back early to mid next week. Monet is trying to shop speaking Pashto to the vendors in JFK. I might stop laughing by the time we hit the other side of the Atlantic.

I have officially been placed on two weeks stress leave by the FBI. Apparently nearly getting the President's daughter killed normally rattles some people. Go figure. Anyhow, that means I'm around and available for the most part if anyone needs a break, teaching-wise.