Fandom High Security Office: Thursday

Bo had to stand in the doorway and survey the room for a few moments when she first arrived, trying to put her finger on what didn't seem quite right about it, and perfectly ready to take the blame for remembering it wrong herself. Until she noticed how the table with the coffee machine on it next to the copier was now a copier with a coffee machine on it, because the room was a foot shorter on one end.

She rolled her eyes and thumped the toe of her boot against the wall she shared with the janitor's closet. "Nice, Fosse! Real nice!"

Still, eh. In the scheme of things, a foot was a foot and that did mean the coffee pot was closer to her desk, so. Bygones. Bo sat, glanced at the camera feeds to make sure no one was eating anyone they shouldn't be or running for cover, then sank back into her chair, ready to drink that cup of coffee and listen to this morning's radio.

RRRRrrrRRRRRrrrrRRRRRRR.

"The hell?!!?" It was a good thing these particular leather pants were wax-treated, or she'd be going with a bit more bleeped-for-syndication-on-SyFy language as she wiped off the coffee. With narrowed eyes, Bo gingerly sat down again.

RRRRrrrRRRRRrrrrRRRRRRR.

Uh....huh. Five minutes later, after a long examination of every item in the office, just in case...

@msbojanglestoyou: @PerkiGoth Did you BY ANY CHANCE remember my office chair with a vibro-massage function?

[OOC: In your face, Skywalker! ...also, open.]

Fandom High Security Office: Thursday

Bo had to stand in the doorway and survey the room for a few moments when she first arrived, trying to put her finger on what didn't seem quite right about it, and perfectly ready to take the blame for remembering it wrong herself. Until she noticed how the table with the coffee machine on it next to the copier was now a copier with a coffee machine on it, because the room was a foot shorter on one end.

She rolled her eyes and thumped the toe of her boot against the wall she shared with the janitor's closet. "Nice, Fosse! Real nice!"

Still, eh. In the scheme of things, a foot was a foot and that did mean the coffee pot was closer to her desk, so. Bygones. Bo sat, glanced at the camera feeds to make sure no one was eating anyone they shouldn't be or running for cover, then sank back into her chair, ready to drink that cup of coffee and listen to this morning's radio.

RRRRrrrRRRRRrrrrRRRRRRR.

"The hell?!!?" It was a good thing these particular leather pants were wax-treated, or she'd be going with a bit more bleeped-for-syndication-on-SyFy language as she wiped off the coffee. With narrowed eyes, Bo gingerly sat down again.

RRRRrrrRRRRRrrrrRRRRRRR.

Uh....huh. Five minutes later, after a long examination of every item in the office, just in case...

@msbojanglestoyou: @PerkiGoth Did you BY ANY CHANCE remember my office chair with a vibro-massage function?

[OOC: In your face, Skywalker! ...also, open.]