Mr. Godot's Neighborhood [very open]
Characters: Godot and anyone. Anyone.
Location: Counseling office
Time: Afternoon
Content: The new school counselor unpacks some of his 20+ coffee machines, takes appointments and greets coworkers. And drinks coffee, of course.
Format: IN MY DAY WE DIDN'T HAVE FIRST PERSON WE WROTE PROSE LIKE REAL MEN, so third. If you really want to use first, ask me, I suppose? Each new conversation in its own thread, plz.
Warnings: Coffee.
On one side of the room furthest from the door is Godot's desk, with its own box full of items still unpacked on top. There was a comfortable red upholstered office chair behind the desk and three other padded chairs on the other side of it. There was a black sofa and another red armchair around (what else?) a coffee table in the center of the office as well.
An old stereo system was playing quiet jazz music as Godot put the finishing touches on an absolutely beautiful chrome-plated espresso machine.
For the fourth time that day. In total, there were four espresso machines, five coffeemakers, a grinder and a french press in the tiny office.
The walls of the counseling office were still lined with boxes full of books, papers and office supplies, but whatever space was not taken up by cardboard was taken up by boxes full of coffee machines and other paraphernalia. There was sadly not enough room for Godot to fit his entire collection either in here or in his room, so splitting the poor girls in half would have to do. If they started to miss each other he was prepared to switch them out from time to time.
He stepped back from Marisol and examined her to make sure she was in working order. Then he nodded resolutely and reached for his current cup of coffee on the desk behind him.
There. He supposed he could take a break now.
Location: Counseling office
Time: Afternoon
Content: The new school counselor unpacks some of his 20+ coffee machines, takes appointments and greets coworkers. And drinks coffee, of course.
Format: IN MY DAY WE DIDN'T HAVE FIRST PERSON WE WROTE PROSE LIKE REAL MEN, so third. If you really want to use first, ask me, I suppose? Each new conversation in its own thread, plz.
Warnings: Coffee.
On one side of the room furthest from the door is Godot's desk, with its own box full of items still unpacked on top. There was a comfortable red upholstered office chair behind the desk and three other padded chairs on the other side of it. There was a black sofa and another red armchair around (what else?) a coffee table in the center of the office as well.
An old stereo system was playing quiet jazz music as Godot put the finishing touches on an absolutely beautiful chrome-plated espresso machine.
For the fourth time that day. In total, there were four espresso machines, five coffeemakers, a grinder and a french press in the tiny office.
The walls of the counseling office were still lined with boxes full of books, papers and office supplies, but whatever space was not taken up by cardboard was taken up by boxes full of coffee machines and other paraphernalia. There was sadly not enough room for Godot to fit his entire collection either in here or in his room, so splitting the poor girls in half would have to do. If they started to miss each other he was prepared to switch them out from time to time.
He stepped back from Marisol and examined her to make sure she was in working order. Then he nodded resolutely and reached for his current cup of coffee on the desk behind him.
There. He supposed he could take a break now.