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fandomhigh2021-10-02 12:28 pm
talentforlying) wrote in fandomhigh2021-10-02 12:28 pm
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Library, Saturday, October 2nd
John had finally -- finally -- realized he was out of minions. So here he was in the library, on a Saturday, digging around in his office for the hiring sign.
Look, usually he came in in the morning, unlocked the library door, and then went to his office to get research done. APPARENTLY the books had been reshelving themselves, so he hadn't noticed that no one had been coming in to work the desk.
The circulation desk had a bell on it, with a 'Ring Me for Help' sign, while John was in his office, trying to find all the paperwork and shit to get new minions.
At least this meant Shellstrop wasn't going to be stealing his booze anymore.
[OOC: Open library, OCD freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.]
Look, usually he came in in the morning, unlocked the library door, and then went to his office to get research done. APPARENTLY the books had been reshelving themselves, so he hadn't noticed that no one had been coming in to work the desk.
The circulation desk had a bell on it, with a 'Ring Me for Help' sign, while John was in his office, trying to find all the paperwork and shit to get new minions.
At least this meant Shellstrop wasn't going to be stealing his booze anymore.
[OOC: Open library, OCD freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.]
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John made his way over to the circulation desk, digging around for a moment before finding the drawer with the arts and crafts supplies.
A few moments later, there was a sign on the door to the library;
Proceed at own risk.
What? Two confused ghosts weren't enough to close anything on this gods' forsaken island.