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come_sailaway2023-03-07 03:32 pm
tempingainteasy) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-07 03:32 pm
Work Sucks [open]
We're in a memory share event, this is April Caouette, you may or may not recognize them. Plotting post here, if you'd like.
warnings: One of these memories takes place in a circus run by monsters so it's going to get weird.
Memory 1)
You've taken one step, and now you're in a long yet cramped room lined with shelves, the center of the room filled with banker boxes. Depending on your luck, either the shelves are empty and the banker boxes are full, or the banker boxes are empty and the shelves are full. No matter what the case is, April is there, in their green shirt and white business capris, furiously moving files from box/shelf to shelf/box, and they're already ranting at you.
Memory 2) (with special guestyourexoduslaughing!)
Or it's a surprisingly large room full of surprisingly tall shelves, all packed with - well with some, it's boxes labelled about their contents ("Amulets, misc", "Dishware, ritual"), others are objects large enough to just sit on the shelf, either wrapped in protective plastic or just out there in the open.
And somewhere in this labyrinth of a storage room, April is there, muttering under their breath as they count through the objects in front of them.
They're not alone: There's someone perched precariously at the top of a very tall stepladder: she's tall herself, with long red hair done up in a braid and a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses on her head. She seems to be having a much better time with the inventory count than April is.
And, uh, if you're capable of it, then you might notice the incredibly bad vibes some of these items give off.
Memory 3)
The first thing that hits you about this memory, almost physically, is the smell. It's what a barn would smell like if cotton candy and popcorn came straight from livestock.
The second thing is that the walls are entirely obnoxiously coloured striped tents. Presumably, there's an exit flap somewhere, but that's for employees only.
Are you an employee? Well, you're about to be: Someone in a plain shirt and messy overalls with a face that refuses to stick in your mind suddenly and aggressively shoves a broom at you.
"Watch your goddamn step!" they say. "I swear to god if I have to sweep any of this up again I'm feeding you to the clowns myself!"
Yeah, uh, there's something very off in the air already here. For example, 'this' looks like a mix of dry mulch and enormous owl pellets, and straw. There are some oddly bright colours in the pellets too, some kind of fabric mixed in. And, of course, the usual trash you see accumulate at a fair, collecting in the corners of the little fenced off areas. This is some kind of stable, maybe? For a circus?
warnings: One of these memories takes place in a circus run by monsters so it's going to get weird.
Memory 1)
You've taken one step, and now you're in a long yet cramped room lined with shelves, the center of the room filled with banker boxes. Depending on your luck, either the shelves are empty and the banker boxes are full, or the banker boxes are empty and the shelves are full. No matter what the case is, April is there, in their green shirt and white business capris, furiously moving files from box/shelf to shelf/box, and they're already ranting at you.
Memory 2) (with special guest
yourexoduslaughing!)Or it's a surprisingly large room full of surprisingly tall shelves, all packed with - well with some, it's boxes labelled about their contents ("Amulets, misc", "Dishware, ritual"), others are objects large enough to just sit on the shelf, either wrapped in protective plastic or just out there in the open.
And somewhere in this labyrinth of a storage room, April is there, muttering under their breath as they count through the objects in front of them.
They're not alone: There's someone perched precariously at the top of a very tall stepladder: she's tall herself, with long red hair done up in a braid and a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses on her head. She seems to be having a much better time with the inventory count than April is.
And, uh, if you're capable of it, then you might notice the incredibly bad vibes some of these items give off.
Memory 3)
The first thing that hits you about this memory, almost physically, is the smell. It's what a barn would smell like if cotton candy and popcorn came straight from livestock.
The second thing is that the walls are entirely obnoxiously coloured striped tents. Presumably, there's an exit flap somewhere, but that's for employees only.
Are you an employee? Well, you're about to be: Someone in a plain shirt and messy overalls with a face that refuses to stick in your mind suddenly and aggressively shoves a broom at you.
"Watch your goddamn step!" they say. "I swear to god if I have to sweep any of this up again I'm feeding you to the clowns myself!"
Yeah, uh, there's something very off in the air already here. For example, 'this' looks like a mix of dry mulch and enormous owl pellets, and straw. There are some oddly bright colours in the pellets too, some kind of fabric mixed in. And, of course, the usual trash you see accumulate at a fair, collecting in the corners of the little fenced off areas. This is some kind of stable, maybe? For a circus?