Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 23:18:28 GMT -5
(March 19th; open to all members on the Critics side)
...you make lemonade
Liz Lemon was not happy. Firstly, she had no idea how she ended up in Chicago in the first place, second she was without a coat to fend herself from the nip of the late winter air that dominated the windy city, and she was famished. "Whatever stunt those idiots pulled this time...ughhh they'll all have chins by the time I'm done with them." The brunette muttered, arms close to her torso for warmth. Of course, Liz went to shifting the blame on her wiring staff, they were usually jerks in her eyes, but they weren't this crazy, let alone committed enough to pull a stunt like this. She began to debunk the theory, and then she began to recall the events of the previous night.
"Wait. The party," A puff of air escaped her mouth. She had vague memory of what had occurred, but she recalled vague details here and there. It was a party to celebrate an episode well done. Everyone was there, Jack, Jenna, Tracy...wait he could've had something to do with this. Totally. She did remember stuffing her face and getting very, very intoxicated before blacking out completely and waking up here back in the city where her career began.
I mean, how...why...and who?" She played the baffled detective role in her mind before a sudden caught her by surprise, yiping in surprise. After a groan and some cursing about the Midwestern wind, she did the logical thing-decided to call Jack. "Yeah Jack, he's gotta know something." Liz was very well aware that the scheming executive could've plotted the idea out, he did occasionally send her out to fulfil tasks in other cities, only usually he told her before sending her on her way.
"What the-" That was odd. The number did work, she did make a call to New York, but it wasn't Jack who picked up the phone. When she discovered that it wasn't she tried to call several other numbers of colleagues; Pete, Kenneth; even Jenna. None of them reached their respective owners. "Okay. Who's ever idea of a joke this is, guess what? It's not funny." She spoke loudly, certainly loud enough to get some attention.
Liz Lemon was not happy. Firstly, she had no idea how she ended up in Chicago in the first place, second she was without a coat to fend herself from the nip of the late winter air that dominated the windy city, and she was famished. "Whatever stunt those idiots pulled this time...ughhh they'll all have chins by the time I'm done with them." The brunette muttered, arms close to her torso for warmth. Of course, Liz went to shifting the blame on her wiring staff, they were usually jerks in her eyes, but they weren't this crazy, let alone committed enough to pull a stunt like this. She began to debunk the theory, and then she began to recall the events of the previous night.
"Wait. The party," A puff of air escaped her mouth. She had vague memory of what had occurred, but she recalled vague details here and there. It was a party to celebrate an episode well done. Everyone was there, Jack, Jenna, Tracy...wait he could've had something to do with this. Totally. She did remember stuffing her face and getting very, very intoxicated before blacking out completely and waking up here back in the city where her career began.
I mean, how...why...and who?" She played the baffled detective role in her mind before a sudden caught her by surprise, yiping in surprise. After a groan and some cursing about the Midwestern wind, she did the logical thing-decided to call Jack. "Yeah Jack, he's gotta know something." Liz was very well aware that the scheming executive could've plotted the idea out, he did occasionally send her out to fulfil tasks in other cities, only usually he told her before sending her on her way.
"What the-" That was odd. The number did work, she did make a call to New York, but it wasn't Jack who picked up the phone. When she discovered that it wasn't she tried to call several other numbers of colleagues; Pete, Kenneth; even Jenna. None of them reached their respective owners. "Okay. Who's ever idea of a joke this is, guess what? It's not funny." She spoke loudly, certainly loud enough to get some attention.