Mauvaise Chance Apartments, Wednesday [2/7]

[needsaparrot]

Morning: Sub-Basement. [Preplayed]

Afternoon/Evening: The MCA Office [Wide open.]

After doing a quick cleanup and de-acorning of the sub-basement for the last few hours, Xander opened up the office and started using his laptop to work on a set of floorplans for the newly-discovered apartments, based on the ones he'd found for the upper floors of the building. He was no architect, but he could still poke his way around in AutoCAD for this type of thing, yay scary drafting courses. He was around for tenants both current and potential, or anybody else who might stop by.

There was also a sign, both on the front doors to the apartment building, and next to the counter in the lobby:

Guy With Tools

Need to get screwed hammered fixed-up? I'm your guy.

Available in town for home/apartment repair, plus remodeling/construction if you bribe the government for get the proper OOC permits. Can also do custom carpentry work for anybody (townpeoples or students) so long as it's something portable. Call 555-TOOL to make arrangements, or stop by the Mauvaise Chance office when it's open.

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow was at the front desk, working on a form for new residents.

After that she'd work on making a more glittery sign for Guy With Tools.

She had the broken pieces of chalk from History class safely tucked into a tissue packet which rested safely on the desk. She'd made the tissue packet look like a bed. She'd also drawn two little teddy bears on paper and slipped them in so that each piece of chalk had its own.

[needsaparrot]

Xander studied the tissue packet over the edge of his laptop screen. "Do they need a room too? We could probably find them a mailbox or something to live in..."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Ooo - like a chalk-sized apartment?" Willow asked.

[needsaparrot]

"Mmm-hmm. I've got a matchbox I could dump all the matches out of; that'd make Mel happy. It'd be kinda small, though. I really would be a slumlord."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Plus the matches would be homeless," Willow said. "That hardly seems fair to them."

[needsaparrot]

"We could build the chalk a house with the matches?" Xander offered. "And then the matchbox could be their garage."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"But then the house would be flammable!" Willow said. "Moreso than usual! And - and kinda gross too, when you think about it!"

[needsaparrot]

"Well, true. They do make headless ones for building stuff, but that'd kind of defeat the point of using the box I've already got." Xander blinked. "Why gross?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Taking matches out of their home so you can use them for building material by stacking their dead bodies up like cordwood?" Willow replied, with a shudder. "Now popsicle sticks on the other hand, that'd be perfect."

[needsaparrot]

Xander knew he shouldn't ask. He asked. "Why would it not be gross with the popsicle sticks?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Because popscile sticks are building material," Willow replied with an eyeroll that indicated she felt this should be obvious. "When they're not being popciclely, of course.

[needsaparrot]

"Of course." Xander shook his head. "I don't have any popsicles, though. Kinda the wrong weather."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Nuts," Willow said. "What about an unused shoebox?"

[clipboard-fu.livejournal.com]

Dr. McNinja walked into the office, clad in his ninja mask and doctor's coat. His stethoscope was around his neck and his sword was strapped to his back and someday I'll have everyone trained that he always looks like this. "Hi. I'm Dr. McNinja. I called earlier about an apartment."

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And the sad thing was that when Xander looked up from his laptop and blinked, it was only at the the name. And then he felt a little stupid for even doing that, considering he knew a girl whose first name was Skank.

"Right, hi." He offered his hand. "I'm Xander Harris. I seem to own the place."
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[OOC: And I'm just now leaving for home, woe, so I won't be able to reply for a couple of hours.]

[clipboard-fu.livejournal.com]

Dr. McNinja shook the piratey looking man's hand. He wasn't a bigot and the man certainly had not tried to plunder any villages or attack of the starboard bow. "I'm Dr. McNinja. I seem to be trying to rent from you."

[needsaparrot]

Well, if he was going to attack, it would be from starboard, since he was blind on the port side. But he didn't; Xander just turned his laptop around so the screen and the floorplan he'd been working on was visible over the counter.

"They're all open except #-5," he said. "I have to tell you though, they've each got some unique....amenities." Euphemisms yay.

[clipboard-fu.livejournal.com]

Dr. McNinja fixed Xander with a stare. "The woods around my old office were haunted." His eyes narrowed. "I hate those woods."

[needsaparrot]

"I think we ruled out 'haunted'?" Xander said, not entirely sure. "Or at least we ruled out evil. Which by the way, all tenants are accepted pending evil-check by our Assistant Assistant which you can totally handwave."

[clipboard-fu.livejournal.com]

"I have a reference on that, actually," he handed Xander a card for his good friend Dr. Benjamin Franklin (clone).

[needsaparrot]

"We like references," Xander said, nodding and filing that aside for Willow. "We also like letting Bridge check people for evil. Completely non-invasive, promise. Doesn't even require gloves."

[clipboard-fu.livejournal.com]

Dr. McNinja shrugged. "I can handle gloves. I'm a doctor. Gloves are for doctors what a pooper scooper is for the elephant handler at the zoo."

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"....A doctor and he has a way with words. Where've you been all my life?" Xander tapped the bottom of the floorplan without waiting for an answer. "That one's got nothing weirder than some interesting paint in the study, now that we hauled all the acorns out.

[clipboard-fu.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure the paint won't matter. Acorns? You haven't got anybody with Dutch Elm disease here?"

[needsaparrot]

"Not that I know of. Just really crafty squirrels with bad long-term memories."