Bernardelli Insurance Office, Thursday

[short_shot]

As Meryl walked up the stairs, she noticed that she had not, in fact, turned the "open/closed" sign on her door for a while now.

She flipped it around, chiding herself internally that she had let that slip, and set herself up at her desk with her typewriter and her pile of paperwork, cloak draped over her chair.

[[Open, like the sign assures you

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[liquornimal]

A zebra wandered up to either a door or a window, whichever the office is more likely to have facing the outdoors. Perhaps it was looking for insurance.

[short_shot]

Meryl looked up out the window. "...Hello?"

[liquornimal]

The zebra stuck its nose on the glass and snuffled.

[short_shot]

Meryl had no idea what the zebra was. Nor whether it was appropriate that it was here. "...What are you?"