All around the dorms, Sunday morning
Joxer had heard from the radio that there was some sort of council election going to happen.
This meant, of course, that as a respectable mighty warrior he had to be part of it. Having spotted the posters up for other candidates, he made his own. After a heated battle with a copy machine, Joxer had multiple copies of his eight and a half by eleven masterpieces of campaign publicity.
He was spreading them around the dorms, this morning. But unfortunately for the world, Joxer hadn't really discovered scotch tape or staples yet.
Yes, he was hammer-and-nailing them up.
[ooc: I don't actually know Greek, so I have no idea what that actually says. And if you wanna harass the poor boy for being loud on a Sunday morn, that's good too.]
This meant, of course, that as a respectable mighty warrior he had to be part of it. Having spotted the posters up for other candidates, he made his own. After a heated battle with a copy machine, Joxer had multiple copies of his eight and a half by eleven masterpieces of campaign publicity.
He was spreading them around the dorms, this morning. But unfortunately for the world, Joxer hadn't really discovered scotch tape or staples yet.
Yes, he was hammer-and-nailing them up.
[ooc: I don't actually know Greek, so I have no idea what that actually says. And if you wanna harass the poor boy for being loud on a Sunday morn, that's good too.]