The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

There were times Jeff sort of forgot he had a job.

There were other times when Jeff's job was a bit of an escape, such as from insane children come to destroy him. So now Jeff was abusing that escape. He was escaping into the kitchen, as a matter of fact.

The battle raged on all day, but by the end of it, Jeff had managed to stack every single glass in the kichen up into a neat, epic kind of pyramid.

It would probably take Gunther all evening just to get them down safely again.

[ open, but I am scarce-ish today! ]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

It was Wednesday, and there were zombies nor did she have to worry nearly as much about getting bitten and thinking she was someone else and there weren't any kids on her heels, so Turtle was in a pretty darn good mood when she came into the hotel lobby with the usual sandwiches in hand.

"Jeff!"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Turtle!" Jeff called, peeking his head in from the kitchen. "Come look!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"At what?" asked Turtle, changing her navigation path toward the kitchen, but not without a little bit of caution. If Gunther was actually letting Jeff in the kitchen, there was no telling what had been doing down at the Arms today.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Look!"

Jeff sounded maybe a little too proud about his pyramid, yep. But it had been an afternoon's work! A whole afternoon!

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

And Turtle did, indeed, look.

"...wow," she said, her eyes a little wider now, and she glanced toward Jeff.

"Slow day?"