Mauvaise Chance Office/Lobby, Friday Morning [2/9]

[needsaparrot]

Still with the floorplans for the sub-basement, but now Xander was behind the counter transferring them from his laptop to the apartment system. He was tempted to type in the info from the new tenant's application, but the thought of kicked-puppy-eyes from Willow held him back. He needed something to distract him from being too thoughtful about recent discussions, though; trying to make his iBook and Harper's light-years-more-advanced system talk to each other was serving for the moment, but that wouldn't last forever.

The Guy With Tools signs, now with 97% more glitter, were still posted outside the building doors, and in the lobby.
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[OOC: Open for new and current tenants, plus anybody else who might care to wander in. While the morning looks open, work is work, so sudden SP may be unavoidable.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge hesitates for a moment after entering the lobby, then heads for his usual spot behind the counter.

"Hey," he greets Xander, not at all awkwardly.

[needsaparrot]

Well that helps with the not focusing on certain recent conversations. On the other hand, there's never been a time when seeing Bridge made Xander un happy.

"Hey," he answered, Not At All Awkwardly either.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"So remember that thing you said?" Bridge says. "About not liking finding out about stuff- potentially dangerous stuff- after it's actually happened?"

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"Well, not that I'm a huge fan of danger before or during, either, but yeah. If I'm gonna worry, and I am, at least let me do it when I'm supposed to be, instead of looking dumb by spazzing about it afterwards."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay, because, um, tomorrow? I'm going with River and a bunch of other people to a planet called Miranda and there is a very strong possibility of bad guys and us having to fight them. Also, apparently, corpses."

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

Hannelore had not slept, no. (Hotels were disgusting, and she had a blacklight.) Winslow was fully charged, though, and she had brought him along, figuring it was only fair - especially as most apartment landlords viewed AnthroPCs as pets these days.

"Hello?" she said hesitantly as she walked in. Winslow looked equally tentative.

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Xander looked up and waved. "Hey. Looking for an apartment?"

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[...he said, just in time for my hour-long meeting... *flees apologetically*]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi!" Bridge waves cheerfully.

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "Do you have any vacancies?"

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

She smiles a little warily. "Are you a tenant?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Actually, I work here. I'm the Assistant Assistant," Bridge explains.

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

Hannelore nods, not entirely getting it. She stops short. "Why are you wearing gloves?" she asks, suddenly a bit more worried about the general cleanliness of the lobby.

[needsaparrot]

"We've got three, right now," Xander confirmed, spinning the desktop terminal around to show her the floorplan. "Number minus two's taken. That's the south one."

[roadhousequeen.livejournal.com]

Ellen walked into the lobby when she saw there was activity and smiled when she saw Xander. "You're still here," she said, pleased.

[needsaparrot]

"Seem to be," Xander confirmed with a smile. "We found a whole new floor of apartments; somebody's got to rent 'em out."

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

Hannelore looked it over. "What about minus five?" she asked. Winslow peered as well, and enthusiastically said, "That one looks splendid!"

[roadhousequeen.livejournal.com]

"You found a whole new floor?" She asked, giving Xander a look as though wondering whether to believe him. "Up or down?"

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"That's a nice one," Xander told her. "It's got a really big living room."

Then he peered back at Winslow. "...Are you an IPod?" He probably should have asked that in the third person, but... well, Fandom. It never hurt.

[needsaparrot]

"Down. Below Dr. Lambert's apartment, in the sub-basement. There was a whole extra floor of apartments walled-off behind the boiler."

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

"I'm an AnthroMac!" Winslow said cheerfully.

Hannelore nodded. "He's Apple's answer to the AnthroPC. Some of his parts are still in beta. This is Winslow. Um, I'm Hannlore."

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"I'm Xander." Still with the peering, though he was trying not to be rude about it. He pointed to his laptop, cabled-up with the counter terminal. "And that's...my iBook? It doesn't have a name. It does make Hershey's Kisses, though."

[needsaparrot]

Xander frowned. "After I take a moment to reflect that yep, my first reaction is still WHOA, SPACE, COOL, I gotta go with 'Uhhhhh waitaminute now' as my final answer. Corpses?"

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

"Hi," Hannelore said hesitantly to the computer. She set Winslow on the counter and he toddled over to say hello as well.

[needsaparrot]

"It doesn't talk," Xander said apologetically. "Unless it's playing a soundfile. The glowly button does the chocolate thing, though."

And granted he was not Willow, but he was pretty sure there were no walking, talking iAnythings back home, in beta or otherwise. "You guys from the future?" he asked casually.

[scrabblecyborg.livejournal.com]

Hannelore looked at him like he might be crazy. Which is to say, sympathetically. "...no. Why?"