Middleman HQ, Wednesday Morning
Mar. 1st, 2012 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notahostageIt said something about Wendy's life (or possibly just her state of mind) that when she arrived at the Middle HQ this morning to find Ida appearing to play hopscotch, she immediately reached for her sidearm.
"What's going on?"
"Leaping leapdays, Dubbie!" The Middleman hopped into the room. "It appears some fiendish villain is inflicting calendar-appropriate mayhem upon us."
"You mean some unknown force is making you two hop purely because it's February 29th?"
"Oh, it gets worse, kid. Whatever this is, as far as we can tell it's contagious."
That was not what Wendy wanted to hear. Not that it would have mattered if Ida hadn't said it, because she could already feel her legs twitching. She began to bounce on the balls of her feet. "It's going to be a long day, isn't it?"
"What's going on?"
"Leaping leapdays, Dubbie!" The Middleman hopped into the room. "It appears some fiendish villain is inflicting calendar-appropriate mayhem upon us."
"You mean some unknown force is making you two hop purely because it's February 29th?"
"Oh, it gets worse, kid. Whatever this is, as far as we can tell it's contagious."
That was not what Wendy wanted to hear. Not that it would have mattered if Ida hadn't said it, because she could already feel her legs twitching. She began to bounce on the balls of her feet. "It's going to be a long day, isn't it?"
