meet the real world coming out of your shell
Characters: Law (thesmilingdevil) and Bruderlein (herr_guitarhero)
Date/Time: Backdated to June 24, Morning
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: The usual PG for nudie-bits
Summary: (Looks like the on-duty guide is on a bathroom break, so Law steps in to greet Bruderlein)
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The guide had stepped away from his post.
Law shifted slightly, watching the desk. Well, he had said he would be right back. Still, should anything happen, he was certain that he would be able to handle it. It was simple work, after all. Simple work that he would do, he was certain of it. And then he would be able to take his rightful place in section four and be done with it.
Not that he disliked the work he had now. No, journal making held a sort of novelty for him- it was quite fascinating to actually make something, and it was a pleasure he was certain he had never shared in his previous life, before this...this...dream.
That was all it was, a strange waking dream.
He heard something then, a sound of something wet hitting the floor, and for a moment he looked about for the guide. Great. Well, he would simply have to do. He scooped up the pile of things the newborns were provided with, fetched a towel, and made his way to the source of the sound.
Date/Time: Backdated to June 24, Morning
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: The usual PG for nudie-bits
Summary: (Looks like the on-duty guide is on a bathroom break, so Law steps in to greet Bruderlein)
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The guide had stepped away from his post.
Law shifted slightly, watching the desk. Well, he had said he would be right back. Still, should anything happen, he was certain that he would be able to handle it. It was simple work, after all. Simple work that he would do, he was certain of it. And then he would be able to take his rightful place in section four and be done with it.
Not that he disliked the work he had now. No, journal making held a sort of novelty for him- it was quite fascinating to actually make something, and it was a pleasure he was certain he had never shared in his previous life, before this...this...dream.
That was all it was, a strange waking dream.
He heard something then, a sound of something wet hitting the floor, and for a moment he looked about for the guide. Great. Well, he would simply have to do. He scooped up the pile of things the newborns were provided with, fetched a towel, and made his way to the source of the sound.