First Day on the Job

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*rover rolls around his new office of Security, squeaky-rubber noises as he squeezes through the small space between the desk and wall, adjusting the stapler on the desk which he eyes suspiciously before it gets nudged into the trash bin.*

*after witnessing the carnage in the fandomhighdorms decides some rules need to be instituted, along with the consequences of breaking them.*

*several failed attempts at writing them later, rover decides to take a roll around the campus to become familiar with the layout.*

*...after shoving the desk out the window*

*...making a note to open the window first next time*

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The old man looks up at the noise, is faintly surprised at what he sees.
He sits up, pulls out his battered copy of the Guide, fast-winds through the index, types in the code.

He reads. He looks again. He reads some more.

You're a Rover? A little far from home, aren't we? Still, I'm a fine one to talk. Do please try and keep the squeaking down, some of us are trying to sleep. It plays hell with the diurnal cycle, watching a Test in a different time zone.

He puts the Guide away, leans back and shuts his eyes again.

rover will seek out LJ maintenance next

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*inflating and deflating, the old man who had no home still could not stay.*

*the building wasn't secure.*

*at least the old man who had no home knew who rover was.*

*this pleased him.*

*rover rolled over and on top of the old man who had no home.*

*the old man who had no home disappeared.*

*the old man who had no home reappeared somewhere else, amid potting soil and marigolds in the gardening shed on the back part of the property*

*secure.*

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[somewhere else]

*sleeps on*