[Action | Text] - Trapped in a Maid Cafe
It was cold.
It was cold, and there was a distinct lack of warm clothing available. Because even though he'd been cautious to send all of the maids home early, as soon as the weather really turned, he had stayed behind to do a little extra work with the balance books. It turned out that it had been a mistake.
On the one hand, there was quite a bit more food here than at his apartment, and a lot less of it was instant. Though the food would be cold, he'd not go hungry at the very least. However, aside from his coat he'd worn into work and the (men's) clothes he was dressed in, there were nothing but maid dresses in the storage closet.
Breathing on his clasped hands for warmth, he found himself wishing for the various technological devices back in his apartment. Or a blanket. Or something with a little more warmth than the faux-fur lined Christmas mantles the maids had worn over their shoulders (he had no qualms with wearing them regularly, he just wished at this moment that they had ordered a few more). From the sounds of the wind howling outside, he was not going anywhere for at least a few hours.
His DS could hold out for a while, and his PSP for a while after that. If he was good with his mobile, that battery would also hold on until the morning at least. With his mental checklist of ways to keep himself occupied until power was restored or conditions improved, he settled in his office chair under a pile of red and white faux velvet and fur to wait out the storm.
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Recipients: All
Body: I am safe, but stuck in the cafe. Please let me know your condition.
It was cold, and there was a distinct lack of warm clothing available. Because even though he'd been cautious to send all of the maids home early, as soon as the weather really turned, he had stayed behind to do a little extra work with the balance books. It turned out that it had been a mistake.
On the one hand, there was quite a bit more food here than at his apartment, and a lot less of it was instant. Though the food would be cold, he'd not go hungry at the very least. However, aside from his coat he'd worn into work and the (men's) clothes he was dressed in, there were nothing but maid dresses in the storage closet.
Breathing on his clasped hands for warmth, he found himself wishing for the various technological devices back in his apartment. Or a blanket. Or something with a little more warmth than the faux-fur lined Christmas mantles the maids had worn over their shoulders (he had no qualms with wearing them regularly, he just wished at this moment that they had ordered a few more). From the sounds of the wind howling outside, he was not going anywhere for at least a few hours.
His DS could hold out for a while, and his PSP for a while after that. If he was good with his mobile, that battery would also hold on until the morning at least. With his mental checklist of ways to keep himself occupied until power was restored or conditions improved, he settled in his office chair under a pile of red and white faux velvet and fur to wait out the storm.
[Text]
Recipients: All
Body: I am safe, but stuck in the cafe. Please let me know your condition.