OFFICE HOURS

[didntgetdadslooks]

Got something you want to say to your good friend The Professor's Assistant? Come on in, don't be shy! Her official hours are daylight hours - girl has to sleep? after all, probably - but if you knock on the door at night she'll generally answer. Please just make sure to leave the in-game date and time in the header of your toplevel!

All comments are screened for confidentiality during the course of the experiment.

Comments

[bolderfell]

[In he comes, gift in hand. He might be in a better mood than usual, but then again, this week's Tuesday push hasn't put as much pressure on him as others have.]

Hey. Am I too late for this week's requests?

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Angel seems to be in a decent mood. Like... a little bit of nervous energy, but she's dealing with it. ]

Uh... no, you shouldn't be. What's up?

[bolderfell]

There's this sword I got out of the vending machine a while ago, but it didn't come with a way to carry it. Think you could get me a scabbard that'd fit it?

[And he slides something like this over, except instead of a palm tree, it's a motherly-looking duck. It's just about big enough to hold a key, perhaps.]

Trade you this soap box for your trouble.

[didntgetdadslooks]

Uh... sure, that shouldn't be a problem.

[ She takes out her tablet and enters it, hands shaking a little, then looks over at the box. ]

It... looks wonderful. Thank you.

[bolderfell]

[Mmmmm yessss now he can wear Fólkvangr around like a li'l hero.]

...I keep telling people it's no trouble. Honestly, it's something I like to do. Beats pawing through the garden for a four-leaf weed.

[He waves a hand dismissively--a hand unfettered by any metal band.]

Trust you'll keep that to yourself, though.

[didntgetdadslooks]

[ Look at him go! (And because of how we did Angel Heist it got lost in the shuffle but the sheath DOES arrive.)

She mimes zipping her lips. ]

Won't tell a soul.