jamila denial is no man. (noman) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-01-29 19:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, conall clancy, day: [backdated], day: november 13, jamila denial, player: liv |
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Who: Jamila Denial + Conall Clancy + Anyone!
What: Jamila splurged on some office supplies and now she needs it stowed away.
When: Backdated to the morning of Wednesday, November 13 because I didn't make it in time, oops. :D
Where: HQB, West Wing. And then some Centurion room, maybe.
Rating: tbd.
Status: Ongoing.
When she meant boxes in her network post, she actually really meant boxes. Square-shaped or rectangular containers in varying sizes and material and coverings were piled up high by the entrance to the HQB, some like pillars for Jamila Denial to lean on. She had bought boxes of memo pads, boxes of tickler pads, boxes of post-its, boxes of poor quality paper for the random airplane here and there, boxes of pens, boxes of pencils, more boxes of pens, of markers, of butterfly clips, of paperclips...and then the tinier collections of scissors, cutters, rubber bands and stapler refills. And of course, a single box of pizza.
She was sat in-between two towers of boxes wrapped in manila paper with a few of them pulled open around her, equipped with a black marker and her phone which she checked time to time for new responses to her post. After confirming their requests, she would tag the plastic or the covering with their names diligently. There was "Sexy Sybil", "Electrifying Tessa", "Bitter Jo", "Ravishing Raven", "Brainy Brian" (she really did get him staple wires), "Creepy Nikolai"...actually, that was supposed to be "Cruel Nikolai" but she had written the wrong word and, cackling, decided that she liked what she wrote, anyway.
That last one for Nikolai done (he hadn't quite mentioned what he needed yet but she had a clue and decided to be a girl scout), she slipped the item back in its box, covered that haphazardly and pushed it aside with her foot while she reached for one of the gigantic paperclip boxes (it contained 500 pieces in it), slipped it out of its binding and began to mark it with a name. "Bob..." She stopped, frowned, thought for a moment. "...Bob."
And so it was marked "Bob Bob". She had met the groundskeeper earlier dragging an empty delivery cart and he had asked for a ginormous paperclip box to be set aside for him. Apparently, those in the maintenance ate them for meals. She was just setting it aside when she'd heard the scrape of outsole on ground even from a distance away and even without looking at the approacher, she called out to them, "So! You ready to flex those muscles?" Jamila capped her marker.