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MHA, Landlord's apartment and around the building, Wednesday

So, Faye had mentioned the locks weren't the best they could be. And Jon took this weird job that had been dropped in his lap seriously! So the rest of you had Faye's paranoia to thank for the fact that Jon was having all the locks replaced with better ones.

He'd make sure to get everybody their new keys, though, no need to worry. They'd be given to anybody currently in, and put in the mailbox of anybody who was out when they stopped by.

Hopefully you checked your mail.

When not doing that, Jon would be in his apartment if you needed anything.

[Open for all your Jon and/or MHA needs! Feel free to mod any lock weirdness if that's your thing! ETA: Apologies! I didn't realize this might mess with folks. If you prefer not to have your lock changed, just mod that Jon asked via mail or call or whatever and you said no, and your locks will not be changed.]

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If you need something.

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alwaysonguard will be actually changing the locks, but Jon will be there too, if you want to chat as they're doing it or catch them in the hallways!

Dwight knew it was likely to be a full day's project, what with having to change out nearly a dozen locks and what not. But he also knew not everyone was the early rising morning birds he and Jon tended to be so he had waited till later in the day to head over and start work.

He set the box he had been carrying down in the hallway, along with his tool belt and tools and knocked on Jon's door.

Bold of him to assume Jon actually slept.

He was definitely awake now, in any event. He opened the door to let Dwight in. "Good morning. Let me know if I can interest you in tea or coffee."

"Coffee would be nice, thanks," Dwight said as he walked in. "Got everything delivered a few days ago, so should be good to go here. Hopefully this will be an easy process and I can get out of your hair sooner rather than later."

"Coffee." Jon nodded and went to make that. "We, um, don't have to do them all, as it turns out, but I've got a list."

"Ah, that's good. Any preference on where I start?" Dwight asked as he started undoing the packaging for the first set of locks.

"Probably the top or bottom," Jon answered, because starting in the middle would be weird. He poured the coffee as soon as there was enough for a cup in it. "I'd appreciate if you'd tell me if you take cream or sugar."

"Ah I meant any particular locks need more attention or work. I'll just start here and work my way down the hall" Dwight said as he got his tools and everything together. "Oh and black is fine for the coffee, thanks."

"Ah, no. As far as I know, they're all fine. Just...not as good as they could be, I suppose." Jon set the coffee down in front of him.

He huffed in laughter. "Honestly, this is because one of the residents decided to do it on their own, so I thought I'd do what I could to help."

There were unusual noises coming from the hallways. Radio had been dealt with so it wasn't impatient squirrels so Stark was very cautiously opening his door to peer outside.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, um, Stark." Jon nodded hello. "We're just...well, Faye said that maybe the other locks could use changing, too, so that. Yours is already fine, though."

"Faye put in a new one," Stark agreed, lips twitching as he tried not to smile. "No one's broken in since."

Squirrels sneaking in didn't count as breaking in.

Jon frowned. "Had...that is, I hope there weren't many break-ins before that."

"Two, if you count when she put on the new lock," Stark said after thinking about it for a moment. "They weren't a problem. Either time."

The opposite of a problem, really. That first break in had been wonderful after he'd recovered from his initial fright.

"Oh...okay." That wasn't entirely reassuring, but given this place, maybe it was the best to hope for. "Anyway, we won't, um. Won't have to do yours again, obviously." He frowned. "Or hers, I suppose. Unless you know that she'd want it done."

He'd sort of assumed she'd fixed her own as well, but maybe she hadn't.

"She'd been saying she'd replace the lock since the first time..." Stark paused, thought about it, then nodded. "Since June. And I think she was going to take care of hers as well. I offered to help."

"Right. Well we'll, um, just skip hers, then," Jon said. "If she wants it later, she can let me know."

"I'm sure she will, if she wants it," Stark told him. "She's very good at letting people know what she wants. And what she doesn't want."

"I...heh. I got that impression, yes," Jon answered.

Goose had been for a run, several times around the island to try and shake off his excess restless energy and hopefully he’d finally fall asleep later but no such luck.

He headed back to his apartment before his class and spotted Jon, “did something happen to the apartment?”

Someone hadn’t checked his mail, actually someone didn’t realise he had a mailbox.

"Wha-?" Jon bit off the question and looked over at him. "Oh, hello, Goose. I...um. No, I was advised that the locks could be better, and...it is all right, I hope. I put notices in the mail, and I didn't hear back from you, so I had assumed that you wanted the new one."

Because you did have mail, Goose! Surprise!

“Oh,” Goose blinked and then there was a pause and then, “mail?” because that was clearly the point to focus on here.

He was also rather sleep deprived at this point, he was blaming it on that.

"...You, um. You haven't checked your mailbox, then. In the lobby."

Goose’s blank expression told Jon that no he hadn’t checked the mail and that the mailbox in the lobby was news to him, “I didn’t realise I …uh actually had a mailbox,” he admitted a bit sheepishly. There was a reason that Commander Walsh took care of most of Goose's living expenses because Goose didn't understand how most normal everyday things actually worked.

"Oh. Um. You do. I can show you, if you like."

“Actually I think that’s probably something I should know,” Goose realised, “uh …that would be good then if you could show me please,”

"Right." Jon nodded. "It's, um. Right this way." He led the way to the lobby and found Goose's box. "You, um. You should have a key for it? On the same ring as your flat key, but smaller."

“Oh,” Goose blinked as he got his keys out, “is that what that was for?” he found the key and opened it and two months worth of mostly junk mail but there were some physical copies of bills fell out.

Including the letter informing Goose that his locks were going to be changed. “Oh here it is,” Goose said rather sheepishly.

"Yes. Um, sorry. Did you...I can not change them if you'd rather."

"Oh, I don't mind if the locks are changed," Goose told him, as he read the several days old notice, "it definitely makes more sense now, well at least there wasn't any furniture eaten this time?" he remarked.

IDK, if you need it.

No world ending!

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