First Floor Lobby, Thursday

[always_someone]

Oh look, there was a ghost crab manning the table for the homecoming ticket sales. Norman rather hoped that the interpretive dance that he had done to inform Sidon of this decision so that he wouldn't worry had actually gotten his point across, but there was really no being sure... considering the fact that he was a crab, and all. Anyway, here he was, selling tickets and watching over the ballot box for the homecoming court, like the dutiful little crab that he was.

He was really taking his duties on the student council seriously, apparently.

[ooc: I really didn't think this week though, ahaha...]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Passing through the lobby on her way back from work, Sabine gave a wave and a, "Hey, Norman," like it was no big deal.

Either she'd been here too long or the headache was worse than she thought.

[always_someone]

Norman responded with a friendly little wave of one claw. He maybe even blew a couple of bubbles for good measure.

Happy Thursday, right?