Goodvalor's Little Bivoli, Friday
Normally, Toby didn't mind his job; the food (when he could identify it) was pretty good, it paid well, and his boss was a pretty laid-back guy.
Then there were days like today when the constant hum of thoughts from everyone on-island got a little overwhelming, and Toby wanted nothing more than to just hide until it died down again. So hiding was exactly what he was doing, back in the kitchen. Though he was around should anyone desperately have need of him.
TODAY'S SPECIAL
...WE'LL GET BACK TO YOU ON THAT
[ooc: AND I FINISH SPAMMING THE FLIST. Open, though again with the massive SP.]
Then there were days like today when the constant hum of thoughts from everyone on-island got a little overwhelming, and Toby wanted nothing more than to just hide until it died down again. So hiding was exactly what he was doing, back in the kitchen. Though he was around should anyone desperately have need of him.
TODAY'S SPECIAL
...WE'LL GET BACK TO YOU ON THAT
[ooc: AND I FINISH SPAMMING THE FLIST. Open, though again with the massive SP.]