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[workaphilic]

[The journal opens to the sound of footsteps on these very icy hallways, and the voice of your very favorite giant toolbag, mid-sentence.

He's rambling, a little.]

-- not impossible to suppose I may have overlooked some potential of the castle's recent redecoration. Not to say that it isn't insipid, of course, because it is, but if we're to suffer this through the holiday, there must be something, something, something....

[There's a pause. He climbs onto one of the ice couches in one of the ice hallways, stands braced with one foot on the arm and the other on the not-so cushions, ostensibly to look at the wall.

When in doubt, climb furniture.]

Oh, yes. I can 'make it work,' as it were.

((Open, both over the journal and in person! Feel free to run into him anywhere in the castle; he's super bored, and will be climbing shit anywhere and everywhere. Also, kissmas shenanigans (planned or unplanned) are welcome!))

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[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smirks] oh you haven't begun to see noisy and annoying.

[She sits on the arm of a nearby couch, one foot resting on the boombox at her feet. She'd been hesitant to turn it on after the dubstep incident but now she was oh so tempted.]

[workaphilic]

[He rolls his eyes. There's no way for this day to go well, is there?]

You've a head start on being useless already, suppose there's no reason for you to quit while you're ahead.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Her eyes widen and she stands, stepping over the boombox. Oh, man, you did NOT just call her useless]

Useless?! Oh no. Useless is being a fucking douchebag walking on the furniture and treating someone else like they're some kinda inconvenience or something. I was here first, asshole, not you. If you didn't want someone getting up in your business or staring at you you should've stayed in your fucking room. What do you expect coming into the lobby? Everyone to just magically know that you aren't to be stared at or questioned about whatever the hell you're trying to do? Tough luck creepoid. I'm one of the few people in this shitbox who actually asks questions and doesn't just go along with whatever kool-aid they happen to be passing around that day. If you don't like it then you can just fucking ignore me or crawl back under whatever rock you came from.

[workaphilic]

[Nope. He started this, might as well finish it. He is, unfortunately, difficult to rile. Side-effect of getting speeches like this on a fairly regular basis at home.]

You ask questions, congratulations. I'm sure you've earned a gold star. Questions are still pointless without answers.

Not to worry, though. While you sit around crowing about how well-practiced you are at being annoying, there's a handful of us willing to actually put the work in.

[He makes a 'ta-da' hand gesture around himself. Answers are, after all, his business.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She snorts] La-de-fucking-da. You say that like you know for sure that I've never done anything. You don't know me and I doubt molesting the wall is gonna help you know anything other than [She gasps dramatically] it's a frozen wall.

But yeah if you want to spend your time climbing the furniture, whatever. Answers have to start with a question. Maybe I'm not good enough to find the answers on my own but that's not going to stop me from asking and hoping that there'll actually be someone here who isn't a raging dicksicle to actually deign to treat me like a fucking human being and help me find the answers.

[She shoves her book into her bag and throws it over her shoulder. Picking up her boombox she starts for the elevators. Fuck this noise]

[workaphilic]

[He rolls his eyes and lets her go. The goal was to get her to leave him alone, anyway, so-- ten points!

He goes right back to what he was doing.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Good job, Sherlock, you pissed off a volatile teenager and made her storm off. Gold star.]