Who: Ganondorf, Brock and YOU What: OPEN OFFICE LOG Where: Ganondorf's Office When: Whenever you need and want it, baby. Warnings:THIS LOG WILL BE RATED M FOR MATURE
Date and Relative time: October 1st, uh... after...noon... Door open or closed?: Open. Snoopers allowed?: Fucen bat. I mean yes.
Erika had no intentions of going into that room. She wasn't even looking at that room. Nope, she was just focusing on getting from point A to point B, which was admittedly more of a task than it should have been at the moment. She just really wanted to take a quick nap and... Erika hid a yawn behind her hand, drowsily continuing on her way.
LITTLE DID SHE KNOW THAT BEYOND THE APPROACHING DOOR WERE FELLOWS OF REFINED ARTISTIC TROLLING AND BOYRFRENS.
Through the front window of the dorm, Brock could see Erika passing by, and he almost died of embarrassment. Of all the people he didn't want here, he didn't want to subject to this...
He sunk lower and lower in his chair, hoping she was just heading to the greenhouse and wouldn't get sucked into this dismal cave of skin mags and dildos. That's right, Erika. Keep walking. Keeeep walking and don't look back.
Oh. Oh good morning she was awake now. Invisible forces dragging you into strange rooms tended to have that effect. She held her hands up to possibly stop the... uh. The whatever it was. Silly hand gestures did nothing though!
And so it was that Erika was suddenly in Ganondorf's office.
Her secretary was Brock, surrounded by Penis chairs.
This was the most horrible terrible thing that possibly could have happened ever. He wanted to crawl under the desk and stay there forever, except that would leave Erika standing in the waiting room full of penis chairs.
Even though he knew the door was probably locked, he jumped up anyway and ran tot he door, furiously jiggling the lock and hoping that something, anything would give.
No dice.
He wheeled around with his back to the door, just waiting for Ganondorf to show up. "We need to get out of here."
It was still hard to fathom that a room such as this one existed at the school in the first place. It was even harder to come to terms with the fact that Brock of all people was in such a room. Or that she was in the room. Some form of self-defense was occurring in Erika's brain where she just ignored that any of those chairs or weird paintings existed.
She wordlessly watched Brock dash across the room, her eyes wide as he futilely wrestled with the door. It was locked. Why was the door locked?
"...Before what...?" Erika managed to ask, her shock numbing all the feelings of impending dread she should have been feeling.
Somewhere amidst his panic, he realized he perhaps owed Erika an explanation. "He roped me into being his secretary. I've been here all week. Sometimes he'll just grab passerbys and keep them in here and force them into sex counseling."
Yes these were all good things to know. Erika let the secretary business go for the moment. Time seemed to be of the essence and she could ask him about it later. But the last part...
"Sex counseling?" She repeated. Oh. Well. She was just going to look for a window then.
He'd been waiting. Watching their interactions with each other, and it wasn't too hard for the Gerudo King to put one and one together. With an overexerted flourish, be gave a bow to the female of the room.
Erika jumped a little and turned around. She hadn't realized he'd come into the room at all! Judging from Brock's panic, she hadn't expected him to be so... polite. Well, despite the randomly appearing in the room thing. She was trying to force his window open, so she supposed that had only been fair.
Erika returned the bow. "That is correct. I take it then that you must be Ganondorf."
"Won't you two come to my office..." Look at that, the door flipped open, please step into the room with the naked Greek and Egyptian statues, thank you very much.
Brock took a step back. No. No. There was no way he was going in there. Being secretary was bad enough he was not going to be subjected to that awful counseling on top of everything.
"I'm fine, thanks."
But he'd been here long enough to know very well that Ganondorf did not take no for an answer.
She glanced at Brock shifting back and frowned slightly. That wouldn't do. But they seemed to be on the same page.
Erika tried to wave the invitation away, despite the feeling that it was less an invitation and more of a forced suggestion. "Ah, thank you but... I hardly think that is necessary..."
Door open or closed?: Open.
Snoopers allowed?: Fucen bat. I mean yes.
Erika had no intentions of going into that room. She wasn't even looking at that room. Nope, she was just focusing on getting from point A to point B, which was admittedly more of a task than it should have been at the moment. She just really wanted to take a quick nap and... Erika hid a yawn behind her hand, drowsily continuing on her way.
LITTLE DID SHE KNOW THAT BEYOND THE APPROACHING DOOR WERE FELLOWS OF REFINED ARTISTIC TROLLING AND BOYRFRENS.
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He sunk lower and lower in his chair, hoping she was just heading to the greenhouse and wouldn't get sucked into this dismal cave of skin mags and dildos. That's right, Erika. Keep walking. Keeeep walking and don't look back.
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Welcome to Ganondorf's office. Your secretary is Brock, surrounded by Penis chairs.
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And so it was that Erika was suddenly in Ganondorf's office.
Her secretary was Brock, surrounded by Penis chairs.
Brock. Surrounded by Penis chairs.
She was unable to find words.
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Even though he knew the door was probably locked, he jumped up anyway and ran tot he door, furiously jiggling the lock and hoping that something, anything would give.
No dice.
He wheeled around with his back to the door, just waiting for Ganondorf to show up. "We need to get out of here."
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She wordlessly watched Brock dash across the room, her eyes wide as he futilely wrestled with the door. It was locked. Why was the door locked?
"...Before what...?" Erika managed to ask, her shock numbing all the feelings of impending dread she should have been feeling.
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Somewhere amidst his panic, he realized he perhaps owed Erika an explanation. "He roped me into being his secretary. I've been here all week. Sometimes he'll just grab passerbys and keep them in here and force them into sex counseling."
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"Sex counseling?" She repeated. Oh. Well. She was just going to look for a window then.
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"It's horrible."
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TO THE WINDOW. But it seemed broken! It wouldn't budge at all. Not even a little bit.
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"Ahh, you must be Erika."
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Erika returned the bow. "That is correct. I take it then that you must be Ganondorf."
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He pretended to look like they weren't trying to open the window, and instead turned his gaze to his shoes.
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"I'm fine, thanks."
But he'd been here long enough to know very well that Ganondorf did not take no for an answer.
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Erika tried to wave the invitation away, despite the feeling that it was less an invitation and more of a forced suggestion. "Ah, thank you but... I hardly think that is necessary..."
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