210. Predicting the future (post and an open RP thread)

[carl_sack_esq]

Carl stared at the Magic Eight Ball as he leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

“Okay, ball,” he muttered to the toy, “Show me what you’ve got.  Odds of Shirley dropping me by the Spring.”  He shook the thing and then made a face at the answer.  “Too soon to tell? What kind of crap answer is that?”

…he was talking to an

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[claire_simms]

Claire walked into the break room, intending on just refreshing her coffee. She'd hardly slept the night before. She couldn't resist the Magic Eight Ball sitting on the counter, and shook it while asking, "Is there a chance I'll be able to stop working in a storage closet and get my office back?"

[carl_sack_esq]

The eight ball read, "Slim to none."

[claire_simms]

Great she thought, "And where do you get off dictating the outcome of people's lives?" She had no idea why she was suddenly mad at a piece of plastic filled with blue goo.

[carl_sack_esq]

The ball glowed blue, as if mocking her, and it read, "Maybe, maybe not."

[claire_simms]

"That's aggravating! You don't even know what the hell you're doing!" Claire shook the ball again and asked "Why do people keep spending money on eight balls?"

[carl_sack_esq]

The eight ball replied, "I know you are, but what am I?"