Open RP - The Unpopcorning of Dwight Schrute
Dwight Schrute came awake with a start. He was naked except for a film of butter and salt on his skin, and he was sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded on all sides by kernels of popcorn encased in glass cases.
Dwight was a man of decisive action, and so he wasted no time in assessing the situation. He sprang to his feet, looking around wildly as if hoping he could catch whoever had done this to him.
Turning to address an unseen camera, he muttered intensely, "This is not funny. There are pranks and then there are pranks, and this time someone has gone too far. When I find Jim--because, oh, yes, this is *exactly* the sort of thing Jim would do--there will be hell to pay."
With that, he strode purposefully out of the room. Once outside, he noted the list of names on the door, and found his own, slowly fading from sight even as he watched it. A second glance revealed Jim's name was also on the plaque, but that didn't mean anything. It merely meant maybe Jim was being particularly elaborate. It would be just like Jim to redecorate the offices of Dunder-Mifflin so they looked like the interior of a castle. Dwight was, for the moment, ignoring the fact that the pictures on the walls were in constant motion.
He set off down the hall at a brisk pace. The stone floors were cold on his bare feet, but he didn't appear to notice. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did and then... Then someone would know his wrath.
((Open RP. Feel free to interrupt Dwight, or, you know, just point and laugh.))
Dwight was a man of decisive action, and so he wasted no time in assessing the situation. He sprang to his feet, looking around wildly as if hoping he could catch whoever had done this to him.
Turning to address an unseen camera, he muttered intensely, "This is not funny. There are pranks and then there are pranks, and this time someone has gone too far. When I find Jim--because, oh, yes, this is *exactly* the sort of thing Jim would do--there will be hell to pay."
With that, he strode purposefully out of the room. Once outside, he noted the list of names on the door, and found his own, slowly fading from sight even as he watched it. A second glance revealed Jim's name was also on the plaque, but that didn't mean anything. It merely meant maybe Jim was being particularly elaborate. It would be just like Jim to redecorate the offices of Dunder-Mifflin so they looked like the interior of a castle. Dwight was, for the moment, ignoring the fact that the pictures on the walls were in constant motion.
He set off down the hall at a brisk pace. The stone floors were cold on his bare feet, but he didn't appear to notice. He was going to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he did and then... Then someone would know his wrath.
((Open RP. Feel free to interrupt Dwight, or, you know, just point and laugh.))