Portalocity Office, Fandom Branch, Saturday
Okay, so there was a dance tonight, and Jim had been lined up with a blind date, which was kind of exciting, and kind of... weird. Back home, he was very much a minority, and it was kind of difficult to date within the species. Which he was sort of a fan of. Not that he judged anyone who wasn't, sure. People came in all sorts of weird and wonderful shapes and sizes and all of that. But he had enough trouble wrapping his head around girls in the first place, never mind alien ones.
So, gold star to Fandom for being full of human-shaped ladies.
He was going to just spend his shift at the Portalocity Office wondering what in the world he was supposed to do to keep a human-shaped lady that he didn't really know entertained for an evening.
While skilfully ignoring a mess of complaints that kept going to the company's voicemail. While he didn't really agree with Portalocity's customer service policies (or lack thereof), he was pretty sure that organizing the interdimensional delivery of several million exotic species of man-eating flower bouquets was not actually his job.
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So, gold star to Fandom for being full of human-shaped ladies.
He was going to just spend his shift at the Portalocity Office wondering what in the world he was supposed to do to keep a human-shaped lady that he didn't really know entertained for an evening.
While skilfully ignoring a mess of complaints that kept going to the company's voicemail. While he didn't really agree with Portalocity's customer service policies (or lack thereof), he was pretty sure that organizing the interdimensional delivery of several million exotic species of man-eating flower bouquets was not actually his job.
[Open!]