Janitor/Office log [action]

[whitedeviljack]

So Raiden's a pretty busy guy, eh. Does what a janitor does and doesn't afraid to has... many offices? You may find him often times poking in and out of the various storage rooms and supply closets on campus, in bathrooms, and empty classrooms cleaning, fixing light bulbs and doing minor repairs. Sometimes he likes simply walking around campus

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[rockinthrutime]

Date and Relative time: April 23rd
Where: AE20
Open or Closed?: Open!

"Hello Raiden!" a cheerful voice squeaked as she came in with a small tray of muffins in her hands. "Happy unbirthday!"

[whitedeviljack]

"Huh?" Raiden whirled around at the cheerful voice as he finished ducktaping up the corners of a large brown box. A visitor, oh boy! How'd she get in here?

"Hi... uh... I don't think we've met?"" ...Boy those muffins smelled good. And... what was that about an unbirthday? Weird girl...

[rockinthrutime]

"No we haven't," Arceus confirmed, setting the muffins down on one of the cardboard boxes, before throwing herself on another, sitting with her legs crossed Indian style.

"But you were totally going to totally tell me your name now!" she explained.

[whitedeviljack]

Raiden stalled for a minute, unsure what to think of the girl as she made herself at home. "...was I now?" Weird. Cute, but mostly weird.

He eyeballed the muffins again and smiled, "Did you make those?"

[whitedeviljack]

The terrible thundering sound of the soda can contacting the ground in slow motion and making a horrifying, splattering MESS on his otherwise spotless floor chilled Raiden to his very bones.

"..." Raiden watched the can tip over and fall, rocking back and forth before settling on the ground, still and dead. Next he glared at the blatantly obvious perpetrator but said nothing. Instead he strode over, defiantly plopped the mop and wiped away the offending spill in two strokes flat.

"There." He narrowed his eyes at Fang indicating he would not be pleased at all if he did it again.

[whitedeviljack]

Again, Raiden glared daggers at the incredibly offending piece of snot covered trash and then the owner, "That's disgusting and I'm not your personal maid!" The game Fang was playing was pretty obvious, even to Raiden.

...but all that was said as he gingerly picked up the tissue [with as few fingers as possible and holding it at arms length] and tossed it in the nearby trash can--which was, unsurprisingly, not far from Fang.

"What's your problem?"

[pedaltothemetal]

Date and Relative time: 4/22 Late afternoon.
Where: Office!
Open or Closed?: Open.

Falcon was getting desperate.

It had been three weeks since the disappearance of his disk and its

secret compartment

and he still had no leads, no suspects, and no idea where any of his stuff had got to. So who better to question than the janitor? Raiden had keys to every room in the school, lurked around the halls mopping and stuff, and probably had seen a lot of trash. That's what janitors did, right? So maybe the blonde had seen something or heard something or maybe he was responsible for it. Falcon was going to find out.

He knocked firmly on Raiden's office door. "Hey, you got a minute?"

[whitedeviljack]

Raiden was very fairly privy to the rumors and news that floated down the school's hallways. Not always, but more often than not.

Raiden grumbled as he heard the knock, fully expecting Fang again but heard another familiar voice instead. The door opened fairly quickly, "Hey. Falcon, what's up?" The reason for the surprise visit wasn't registering with the blonde at the moment.

[pedaltothemetal]

He didn't enter the room just yet, instead content to lead in the doorway blocking the only way out.

"Oh uh...not much." Falcon began nonchalantly to lure Raiden into a false sense of security. "Actually, uh...I was hoping you could help me out with something."

[whitedeviljack]

Poor Raiden. It still wasn't quite registering although for some reason he was starting to feel uneasy. Probably because Falcon was a very tall guy who was blocking the only way out doorway. Nonchalantly.

"Sure?"

[badasscopters]

Date and Relative time: April 23rd
Where: Some hallway somewheres.
Open or Closed?: Open, of course, they're in a HALLWAY. 8D

Goose whistled a little tune as he shuffled about the hallways, having decided to stop by the school and check things out before running off for booze-fetching grocery errands. He made a mental check list of what he needed... hot cocoa mix... (After winter came about, it got him quite hooked to that stuff with some schnapps in it, probably.) Some fruits... meats...

Booze- Oh wait, wait, who was that over there? The blond hair, the outfit- ... oh, no, he knew who this was!

"Raiiiiden?" He rang out when he stumbled upon him. This was interesting, he hadn't talked to him since he had gotten back from apparent Halloween shenanigans.

[whitedeviljack]

Oh boy it had been a while, what a nice surprise! Raiden raised his hand for a high-five as he greeted the other blonde, "Hey! Goose! What's goin' on?"

[badasscopters]

Now that's what he was talking about! Goose smacked Raiden's hand with his own and then finished it off with a m-manri~ pat on the shoulder. "Nothin' so much! I've been workin' on some stunts in my 'copter over the city lately, ya' might'a' seen me!"

... then again, people might have been able to HEAR him. Those 'YEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAH's were hard NOT to ignore.

"And I've been boozin'. As always." Oh, of course he would mention that.

[whitedeviljack]

No way anyone would be able to ignore that. "Yeah, I've seen your gyrocopter flying around. You'll be teaching that when classes start up again, huh?"

At mention of booze, Raiden's eyebrow quirked up a little in interest. "Oh really?" He didn't go drinking often, nor had he gone in a long while.

[princeangel]

Date and Relative time: 4/21
Where: Hallway
Open or Closed?: Open

Jeff was walking down the hall, a box of whatsits and doohickeys in his arms. He thought that since his roommate left, he'd be able to relax again. Unfortunately, the other Jeff had left a few inventions behind. Of course they had been hidden in cracks and behind furniture, so it made sense that the younger boy had overlooked them when he was packing.

But still, Jeff Angel wasn't really sure what to do with all of them. Most of it was broken pieces of machinery, hardly something worth mailing to Winters. So then what? He had a feeling that just throwing this out in the trash would be kind of dangerous. Even in their broken state, who knew what these contraptions were capable of?

That was when he spotted Raiden in the hall. That guy was the janitor, right? And janitors dealt with trash, right? How fortunate.

"Hey!"

[whitedeviljack]

For a moment, he wasn't sure if this 'Hey!' was being directed at him or some other random body in the hallway. When Raiden focused in on the voice and determined it more than likely was a 'hey, Raiden/janitorman/youoverthere' more specifically, he responded with an uncertain, "...who, me?"

Raiden considered offering help to carry the box but it didn't quite come out.

[princeangel]

"Yes, you," Jeff replied. He was tempted to retort 'no, the other janitor' but held his tongue.

"My roommate left behind some trash after he went back home, and I'm not really sure what to do with it. It's not exactly the kind of stuff you can just throw away in a garbage."

He stood there, holding the box expectantly. Surely the janitor would be able to pick up the hint and take the box off Jeff's hands.

[whitedeviljack]

The explanation only perked Raiden's curiosity as he came over and inspected the box. Broken toy guns? Weird machine parts? Was that an old NES controller down there? Some kind of little mechanic kid for sure... "Some pretty cool weird stuff in here alright."

For a moment Raiden simply stood there... looking expectantly at Jeff before he realized he wanted him to take care of it. He was the janitor after all. "Oh."

But. He didn't quite let go. Raiden's expectant look continued. Jeff, you had no manners, did you? Please and thanks goes a long way.