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totalwildcard) wrote2024-07-01 08:55 am
totalwildcard) wrote2024-07-01 08:55 am
Midnight Manor (Office And Then) Kitchen; Monday Noon
There had been a note as provided by TBQ on Midnight's admin office door all weekend long, in Steven's handwriting, that said that Marc, Steven, and Watts were gone for the weekend and to call them if any of the residents needed anything.
Come Monday, someone had upgraded it with a drawing of three stick figures: two of them identical to each other except one was smiling and the other was frowning, while the third one had a hat on his little stick figure head.
This much was obvious to anyone walking through the entrance hall. Behind the closed door, however?
Well, there was... more.
See, Harley had had a busy weekend. Sure, it had started with her nursing a giant hangover from going hard with the cocktails and the delicious shots and everything else at Friday night's party. But once that had cleared, she'd still had oodles left of what she'd decreed to be her extremely free and totally planless weekend. Getting started on and fast abandoning various projects had followed, creating a graveyard of discarded stuff around her apartment, before she'd landed on something that actually stuck: trawling her store for stuff she wanted to bring upstairs to up the interior decorating game around her place.
Which meant she'd looked through the inventory closely to find fun pieces. Which she had, and she thought the apartment was all the better for it!
But because she was Harley, she had also taken several happy hops and skips through her mental association chains and poor impulse control, and now Midnight's office was sporting a beaded curtain in the doorway, even more vintage rubber duckies guarding the booze in the cabinet, and some pin-up pens (too old to actually work, of course, but fun to look at!) in an absolutely horrifying novelty vase for a pen holder on the desk.
Oh and a disco ball in the ceiling! That one was a given, really, since Harley had so many left over from their surprise arrival to the store on Friday. It had unsurprisingly been the most pain in the ass thing to actually get set up, but she'd done it. And she thought she deserved a treat for all that hard work, and her own place was just so far away, so she ordered a pizza right to Midnight.
And then they delivered her like a dozen, so...
Now Harley was in Midnight's communal kitchen sorting through her dozen pizza boxes, trying to find the one she'd actually ordered and had been daydreaming about ever since.
She might be willing to share the others with anyone who happened to come by.
Maybe.
(office modded with kind permission, and like the cut says, anything under it is NFB, thank u! everything outside is fair game, and the post is open for both whoever else has the rights to be in the building, and-or texts and calls!)
Come Monday, someone had upgraded it with a drawing of three stick figures: two of them identical to each other except one was smiling and the other was frowning, while the third one had a hat on his little stick figure head.
This much was obvious to anyone walking through the entrance hall. Behind the closed door, however?
Well, there was... more.
See, Harley had had a busy weekend. Sure, it had started with her nursing a giant hangover from going hard with the cocktails and the delicious shots and everything else at Friday night's party. But once that had cleared, she'd still had oodles left of what she'd decreed to be her extremely free and totally planless weekend. Getting started on and fast abandoning various projects had followed, creating a graveyard of discarded stuff around her apartment, before she'd landed on something that actually stuck: trawling her store for stuff she wanted to bring upstairs to up the interior decorating game around her place.
Which meant she'd looked through the inventory closely to find fun pieces. Which she had, and she thought the apartment was all the better for it!
But because she was Harley, she had also taken several happy hops and skips through her mental association chains and poor impulse control, and now Midnight's office was sporting a beaded curtain in the doorway, even more vintage rubber duckies guarding the booze in the cabinet, and some pin-up pens (too old to actually work, of course, but fun to look at!) in an absolutely horrifying novelty vase for a pen holder on the desk.
Oh and a disco ball in the ceiling! That one was a given, really, since Harley had so many left over from their surprise arrival to the store on Friday. It had unsurprisingly been the most pain in the ass thing to actually get set up, but she'd done it. And she thought she deserved a treat for all that hard work, and her own place was just so far away, so she ordered a pizza right to Midnight.
And then they delivered her like a dozen, so...
Now Harley was in Midnight's communal kitchen sorting through her dozen pizza boxes, trying to find the one she'd actually ordered and had been daydreaming about ever since.
She might be willing to share the others with anyone who happened to come by.
Maybe.
(office modded with kind permission, and like the cut says, anything under it is NFB, thank u! everything outside is fair game, and the post is open for both whoever else has the rights to be in the building, and-or texts and calls!)
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"Arden Finch," she said. "Nice to meet you proper. I think I've seen you here and there doing laundry."
Which had raised some internal iiiiiiiiiiinteresting eyebrows, but Arden was Queen of Minding Her Own Damn Business.
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This gesture was not to be trusted, however.
Then she grinned. "That's pretty much why they let me in here!" she said, which wasn't not true? As much as Harley cared about lying, anyway. "I live 'round the corner and my place has all other amenities, but no laundry stuff at all. So I just borrow yours!"
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Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure.
But again! Queen of Minding Her Own Damn Business (mostly so no one would look too closely into hers). "Handy that," Arden said. "Way better than having to lug everything to a coin-op."
Did they even have one of those on the island? Huh.
"Well, I should head out and get situated on the beach," she said, because she remained a very awkward hum--person. "So my friends don't show up and think that I fucked off. But it was good to meet you for real, Harley. And for the pizzas." And for not minding how weird Arden was about debts.