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gobrookeyourself) wrote2008-03-08 02:26 pm
gobrookeyourself) wrote2008-03-08 02:26 pm
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Room 512, Saturday afternoon
Brooke came back to her room, tossed her purse onto her bed, and then noticed the cleaning supplies already hard at work on the area around said bed. Confused and a little worried that maybe the wrongbad kinds of hallucinogens had been slipped into the water here, she said, very eloquently, "Um."
The cleaning supplied didn't listen, and in fact moved on to start work on the windows.
Okay, probably not hallucinating. Figuring no one would believe her otherwise, she grabbed her camera from the top of her desk and took a couple of pictures before noting, "You missed a spot."
That was when the broom started towards her, and not wanting to get in the way of an angry... cleaning utensil thing while it was working, she told it, "No tip for you," and headed out pretty quickly.
[Establishy.]
The cleaning supplied didn't listen, and in fact moved on to start work on the windows.
Okay, probably not hallucinating. Figuring no one would believe her otherwise, she grabbed her camera from the top of her desk and took a couple of pictures before noting, "You missed a spot."
That was when the broom started towards her, and not wanting to get in the way of an angry... cleaning utensil thing while it was working, she told it, "No tip for you," and headed out pretty quickly.
[Establishy.]