Utterly Mad
The Pit => Rec Room => Topic started by: HS1342 on March 06, 2015, 04:27:19 pm
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Chris:
It's lunchtime at the studio, and you've just finished the report of the hour.
Things aren't looking good, as there have been several international summits, yet nothing has changed.
You're in the lunchroom, eating beside your fellow coworkers. The room is located in the sub-floor just under the ground floor. There's a few small windows allowing you to look out into the street above.
The clock is ticking as always, now being at 11:56.
There's a foul smell from the abandoned lunch in the fridge, yet noone seems to care.
Dillan:
The library is about to see the it's peak of visitors today, as it would seem that the local grade school is bringing in several low-graders for a field trip. It's noisy in among the many bookshelves, but all librarians are doing their best to quiet things down to a decent level.
You catch a break as it's your turn to bring down the daily batch of paperwork into the archives in the basement. The trip down with the elevator is soothingly calm.
As you're filing the many papers into the archives, you note that one of the books seems to be a report about the city military mobilizing.
The clock at the far end of the archives tick on and on, now being at 11:56.
Gret:
It's a regular day at the shop, with not that many customers. You've successfully made two suits for a pair of decently large men, and they have indeed picked them up. And there was that one woman who came into the shop just now who needed a wedding dress. After taking the measurements and handing over the neccecary paperwork to the customer, you promptly head down into the basement, where the tools of your trade reside.
The radio is on, playing the music that you listened to yesterday, and the old clock is bravely carrying on. It's 11:56.
Maria:
It's been a calm day at the pharmacy, with only a few customers. There were the casual ones, looking for light painkillers and condoms, and then there were the few that had problem describing exactly what they needed. All in all, it's been a regular day.
Taking advantage of a gap between customers, you slip into the basement to carry out packing a few of the prescriptions you've gotten orders on.
The basement storage is dimly lit by one lamp in the ceiling, and there's a fan on the main counter, making the room far more pleasant to be in.
The clock on the wall you just recently bought is silently ticking. Looks like it's 11:56.
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Disgusted from the smell in the fridge, Chris will stand up and remove said lunch from the fridge and throw it in the trash.
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This music is getting old. Gret fiddles with the radio channels, searching for something interesting. Or at least a different music channel.
Oh, and of course, Gret gets to work on the wedding dress. A beautiful, white, traditional one! :D
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((If wilson and hibou won't post before the evening, I'll ditch their chars. I only have so much patience.))
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Dillan opens the archive book up and skims through the pages, curiosity getting the better of him.