Consulting? Is it of a sexual nature? And who is this new secretary?! An open log!

[reign_of_power]

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

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[stairblock]

Date and Relative time: October 3rd, late morning/early afternoon.
Door open or closed?: Open door, son.
Snoopers allowed?: Sure thing.

Melissa didn't like the way Ganondorf's office smelled. She didn't particularly like the music either. Everything about it was a little weird. But that didn't stop her from wandering in on Sunday afternoon, her angel doll tucked under her arm.

[bestsweater]

They just kept getting younger and younger.

Such small children, coming to this hellhole of an office to be corrupted by this horrible man. He couldn't take it. It was just too much, and seeing Melissa find her way into the office was the breaking point. Brock slammed his hands on his desk, stood, and shouted back into the Gerudo's office.

"GANONDORF, I CAN'T DO THIS ANY MORE."

[stairblock]

Who the heck was this guy and where was Ganondorf? Melissa climbed onto one of the weird chairs and leaned up against the desk. She dropped her doll beside herself and began to grab and examine things that were scattered on the desk.

"Where's Ganny?" she demanded of this mysterious squinty fellow.

[bestsweater]

He threw a glance back to the lair of the beast. Brock had been working here enough days to know that Ganondorf always showed up at the most inopportune time to trap people in the office and force them into sex counseling. He was not going to let this happen to such a little girl. She looked ten years old! The gym leader was about to escort her out (before the door magically closed and locked them inside), when the girl spoke.

"Ganny?" He echoed, his voice two parts disbelief and one part disgust.

[boxingmidget]

Date and Relative time: Uh let's say October 4th or something
Door open or closed?: Closed 8(
Snoopers allowed?: Oh hell yes guys

As Mac walked passed the room, he couldn't help but freeze in place. He couldn't help but stare at it. It was so weird...He made a face when he noticed the...interesting chairs. Then he noticed Brock. Oh no, it was him. It could be bad if he stayed. This is no place that Mac should be in obviously. He goes to walk away quickly.

[bestsweater]

But Ganondorf's office worked in mysterious ways. Brock had started to theorize that whoever didn't want to be there was magically pulled in as they walked past. Mac was obviously one of those people, because the door flung open of its own accord and the boxer was pulled inside as if by an invisible hand.

And there, among the dick chairs, was Brock, a Zubat comfortably nestled in his hair, staring at the new arrival with a bewildered expression.

[cupofbatnoodles]

Izzy had been counting the number of steps that the new arrival had been able to make it past the door before he was dragged in by whatever it was dragging folks in.

Even with his quick movements he still only got three whole steps.

The bat clearly found this hilarious because it started chirruping in an annoying fashion as soon as Mac was in the room.

[boxingmidget]

Mac didn't even scream, it happened so fast. But his face has the "panic" look on it. W-what. No.

Not even taking the time to question anything of this, he ran for the door to try to open it. Pretty furiously.