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1st Floor Lobby | Tuesday
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bookbeltof_loveNina, knowing that this was her chance to sell tickets had, like, maybe gone a bit over the top? But, like, it was more fun that way, right? Right?
Besides, it kept her from getting bored and no one wanted that.
So, Nina's command of the lobby had the place looking like it was a scene out of a horror movie today. Black wooden walls, each slat showing signs of wear and tear, a shiny black floor that looked almost… viscous, and ragged curtains blowing over dark windows (which, if you looked out them would show various scenes of pure desolation) set the scene. Did the lobby usually have windows? Well, it did today and that was all that mattered! The ceiling was now a hundred thousand fractured mirrors and there were cobwebs strewn artfully about.
Things skittered by now and then, too fast to be seen except out of the corner of your eyes. With every footfall, the floor groaned, like something lived underneath it.
In the center of the lobby was the desk, which Nina sat demurely behind, a vision in deep purple and a jaunty witch's hat propped up on her curls. The desk itself was covered in a black tablecloth and more cobwebs. If you looked closely at them, they shivered and shifted, as if alive. A sign, in blood red letters, stated:
HOMECOMING 2020
Get your tickets here!
And, sure, you could try and tell her that Homecoming wasn't on Halloween but Nina wasn't listening on that matter. She was having way, way too much fun!
[Work has been attempting to murder me. Plz entertain me?]
Besides, it kept her from getting bored and no one wanted that.
So, Nina's command of the lobby had the place looking like it was a scene out of a horror movie today. Black wooden walls, each slat showing signs of wear and tear, a shiny black floor that looked almost… viscous, and ragged curtains blowing over dark windows (which, if you looked out them would show various scenes of pure desolation) set the scene. Did the lobby usually have windows? Well, it did today and that was all that mattered! The ceiling was now a hundred thousand fractured mirrors and there were cobwebs strewn artfully about.
Things skittered by now and then, too fast to be seen except out of the corner of your eyes. With every footfall, the floor groaned, like something lived underneath it.
In the center of the lobby was the desk, which Nina sat demurely behind, a vision in deep purple and a jaunty witch's hat propped up on her curls. The desk itself was covered in a black tablecloth and more cobwebs. If you looked closely at them, they shivered and shifted, as if alive. A sign, in blood red letters, stated:
Get your tickets here!
And, sure, you could try and tell her that Homecoming wasn't on Halloween but Nina wasn't listening on that matter. She was having way, way too much fun!
[Work has been attempting to murder me. Plz entertain me?]