Who: Oliver and OPEN Where: First floor hall/Kitchen When: A little after 7am
The morning had been going pretty well, what little he'd seen of it prior to sneaking out of bed, smooching his mostly unconscious elf, and then making his way back to his room to prep for his morning run. Later he'd wonder how he somehow missed the message left on Pam's door, and then Erran's as he headed for the stairwell. Pre-coffee grogginess, maybe, or just too distracted with contemplating making a U-turn to get right back in bed with Edwin again. The closer he got to outside, the more inviting the idea was.
He dressed for a jog in winter when he got to his room, warm layers that he could move in and not get overheated. It was when he was heading for the kitchen for a water bottle to bring with him that he saw the pages on the elevator door, rolling his eyes so hard it nearly hurt as he neared. He wasn't even entirely sure he wanted to read, but if drama was going to undoubtedly fall on the house for the day, because of course it was, he might as well get a heads up.
The content was surprising and disappointing enough on its own without the added slap of it being Georgie involved. Or, maybe not. Who knew if this was even legit. He resigned himself to giving whoever was supposedly involved the benefit of the doubt until proven otherwise, but that didn't mean anyone else needed to see this. With a sigh he did his best to pry off the paper, but the glue held fast for the moment. The best bet was likely to cover it up before anyone else saw, but it was probably a good idea to make sure either Owen or Cecilia knew what was going on.
Heading toward the hall, he figured he could knock quietly enough, maybe, to not wake Cecilia up if she was sleeping. That plan halted when he saw the bathroom door, stopping at the "No Whites Allowed" so he could sigh and rub at the beginnings of the headache forming behind his eye. Yeah, he should have stayed in fucking bed.
With another sigh, he turned and headed back toward the stairs, not particularly looking forward to having to clean up the walls again. He paused to strip off his gloves and his hat, leaving them on the bottom step before heading into the kitchen. And, of course, there was another copy of the note on the fridge. "You gotta be kiddin' me right now," he muttered, heading for the cupboard to get some coffee into his system before he got started with clean up. So much for his run.