Mauvaise Chance Office/Lobby: Monday 6/2

[needsaparrot]

The Guy With Tools behind the counter today is actually helping with the advertising for once: he's got a knife and a piece of wood, and he's whittling. He's not sure what he's whittling - from the look of it, and the fact that he's doing it mostly to keep his hands busy while he thinks, it's going to end up the world's most perfectly polished toothpick.

[OOC: Open like a thing that's not closed!]

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Re: Poke the guy with the knife.

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Lacey held up her pen and took a deep breath.

[Flash-cut to a vast grassy plain and Lacey in war-paint, possibly surrounded by guys in kilts, letting out a cry that is quite frankly pathetic in its attempts to be blood-curdling as she raises the pen above her head like a very, very, very tiny lance and then charges toward . . .

A three-page application fluttering in the breeze as the clipboard it's on dangles from an upright stick.]

Biting her lip in concentration, she proceeded to start filling out the form. Half a page into it:
"I think I liked it better when Mel Gibson in a kilt was helping me with this."

Re: Poke the guy with the knife.

[needsaparrot]

"You get kilts? No fair, I just get Willow in my head telling me if I leave stray marks it's gonna go on my permanent record."

Re: Poke the guy with the knife.

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Look, filling out forms is hard, okay? Lacey looked up at him and blinked. "You get --"

[Flash-cut to a roughly Xander-shaped silhouette as seen from the side, standing in front of a tree. The tree's leaves rustle, and the silhouette bows his head as if in shame.]

". . . oh. No, sadly, no kilts for real," she concluded with a sigh.