So, uh, if you're not busy this Saturday at noon
you can come help us pack up the moving truck and drive over to the new space and lug stuff up a flight of stairs, right? And by new space, I mean new dungeon, which means this isn't just any volunteer moving job: this is a moving job chock full of the glamour and excitement you can only find when you're moving parts of St Andrews crosses and suspension frames and bondage tables (I think we have... three? two? four?) and exam tables and boxes of suspiciously large shoes and lingerie in oddly unsubtle colors and bags of floggers and paddles and racks for nipple clamps and translucent drawers that piggy tail butt plugs are clearly visible through and boxes of ... is that needles? omg! and cages and things you can't quite identify but plan to look up on the internet later to see if you can figure it out and and and
It's not just an unpaid job, it's a glimpse into a seedy yet exciting underworld and a great workout and an opportunity to gain even more brownie points that could result any minute in the most surprising offers.
Plus you get to help decide where stuff goes. I have some ideas, but they're flighty little things. Yours might be more reliable. And you get to see the whole "before" picture. Isn't that exciting? It sure is!
Thbbt. Moving sucks. Moving dungeons sucks less, but when you get right down to it, it's heavy stuff to schlep around when you'd rather be getting in some quality Nintendo time. Take pity on us anyway, won't you please?
EDIT - we'll be throwing a play party for all the volunteers this month. If it's not the day after the L3 party, it'll be the following weekend. In case you're bribable.