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Okay, have looked outside. Holy mother fuck.
I'm really really hoping that's some sort of college prank thing or a performance art piece or maybe they're shooting a movie again or something because HOLY MOTHER FUCK.
Goddammit, Sherri has the umbrella.
Okay, I'm gonna speculate, because I can't not speculate when what's going on outside the window is going on outside the window but you know, if that's what it looks like? I hate everything. Seriously. Cause I've read up on this shit. I've got the skills and hey, I was looking into getting some of the supplies as soon as my goddamn paycheck came in this week. But right now? I've got nothing. I seriously doubt I can decapitate anything with a fricking CLIPBOARD and I can't think of anything useful in this office that I could use. Tea? Books? A box of milanos? Unfortunately, I am not Gambit and as such the stack of business cards I have with me will do little good.
At least I'm up high and the stairs are damn well locked behind a steel door. There's the elevators, but they barely work for people who know how to press the buttons let alone anyone else and I'm pretty sure that the doors to the offices up here are actually steel as well. I like steel doors. With giant hinges. Well, I didn't but I do right now.
Cam, did you have a plan for getting out of the city? Seriously, if anyone would, I'm thinking it would be you. Miche, do you have defensible ground? I'm thinking my apartment's out since the door's flimsy and I'm on the first floor and there's a whole lot of walking to get to my apartment that's just, you know, not fun when this kind of thing is going on, but-- shit. The kids. Crap crap dog and cats and CRAP. Okay, Sherri, if you see this? Gimme a call on my cell if you can, at the office if the lines are tied up. Or come here since we have less points of entry than you do. Seriously, I can get into your building without a key. That? Not good.
Is it sad that I'm glad I brought my fleece since at least my arms will be covered as well as my legs?
Oh. Co-worker alive; just got the IM. Things not good on Long Island, though.
Oh holy fuck.
Gotta go. Shit to do. Call me.
I'm really really hoping that's some sort of college prank thing or a performance art piece or maybe they're shooting a movie again or something because HOLY MOTHER FUCK.
Goddammit, Sherri has the umbrella.
Okay, I'm gonna speculate, because I can't not speculate when what's going on outside the window is going on outside the window but you know, if that's what it looks like? I hate everything. Seriously. Cause I've read up on this shit. I've got the skills and hey, I was looking into getting some of the supplies as soon as my goddamn paycheck came in this week. But right now? I've got nothing. I seriously doubt I can decapitate anything with a fricking CLIPBOARD and I can't think of anything useful in this office that I could use. Tea? Books? A box of milanos? Unfortunately, I am not Gambit and as such the stack of business cards I have with me will do little good.
At least I'm up high and the stairs are damn well locked behind a steel door. There's the elevators, but they barely work for people who know how to press the buttons let alone anyone else and I'm pretty sure that the doors to the offices up here are actually steel as well. I like steel doors. With giant hinges. Well, I didn't but I do right now.
Cam, did you have a plan for getting out of the city? Seriously, if anyone would, I'm thinking it would be you. Miche, do you have defensible ground? I'm thinking my apartment's out since the door's flimsy and I'm on the first floor and there's a whole lot of walking to get to my apartment that's just, you know, not fun when this kind of thing is going on, but-- shit. The kids. Crap crap dog and cats and CRAP. Okay, Sherri, if you see this? Gimme a call on my cell if you can, at the office if the lines are tied up. Or come here since we have less points of entry than you do. Seriously, I can get into your building without a key. That? Not good.
Is it sad that I'm glad I brought my fleece since at least my arms will be covered as well as my legs?
Oh. Co-worker alive; just got the IM. Things not good on Long Island, though.
Oh holy fuck.
Gotta go. Shit to do. Call me.