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Fourth Wall Breakdown

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[silveraspen]

A dark-haired woman peers warily through the door.

"It's quiet in here, and the phone's not ringing. Excellent. I'll just barricade myself in the far corner behind a mountain of books, with a teapot."




(Why yes, I am on my way to work for what promises to be another hellishly long day with limited Internet access. I'd so much rather be here!)

[itwasjustified]

Raylan's at a nearby table, facing the door. Call it habit, or call it training -- it's six of one, half a dozen of the other.

He glances up from his stack of paperwork, and inclines his head toward the new arrival.

"It's only quiet because the glee club just left."

[muji]

Meanwhile, a woman is hunched over a desk in the corner, flipping back and forth between Gmail and Excel spreadsheets.

"I call dibs on this corner before all the good ones are taken," she jokes, shoving her glasses up her nose.

[ceitfianna]

"What are the books?"

A woman sitting beside her own mug of tea and a laptop asks.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Sounds like my kind of day," says the red-head, smiling slightly. "Care for a cinnamon roll to go with your book-mountain and tea?"

[crazyfurries.livejournal.com]

A short light-brown haired young woman in a monster t-shirt and cargo pants, yanks open the door as if looking for something then pauses surprised.

"Real cute with the Narnia bit," She looks up at the ceiling, snorting, before ducking back to where she came from. Then re-enters carrying a bag of cloth scraps, embroidery floss and a sewing tin in one hand, and in the other a scroll frame with cloth stretched over it. "Make the most of this free time since I don't think I'll find that kosode anytime soon."

[agoodshinkickin.livejournal.com]

In one of the out of the way corners -- no...not that one. That one -- sits a brunette. Well, "sit" is really the wrong word to describe what she's doing. Flop would be more accurate. Or maybe even slumped. Her glasses are on a side table to her left, and her disheveled, cranberry-red streaked hair obscures her face.

"GAH! WHY DO THE TREES INSIST ON MATING WITH MY FACE?!? NO MEANS NO TREES!"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps, with your stunning charm, they cannot resist drawing closer?" The voice may be dulcet and ringing, but the tone is decidedly teasing as the elf the voice belongs to ponders how hair becomes that color.

[crazyfurries.livejournal.com]

"Could be worse, could be mold trying to make a bukkake flick with your sinuses."

[camwyn]

"You know, I really should've let somebody else in here, but it's been that kind of a day." She shrugs. "Whatever. Hi, everybody."

[crazyfurries.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Cam, I don't suppose any of yours has a knack for locating lost items, do they?" She glaces up from her embroidery frame and an RPG book she's transrcibing.

[with_his_tail_high]

Here, have an anklecat. (A lapcat would require the human in question to be sitting down.)

[minkhollow]

A girl (curly brown hair, frizzed a bit by the humid weather; black long-sleeved T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops) peers around the door. "Oh, awesome, this is - no, girls, you have to stay--"

And then not one, but two puppies push between her legs and into the bar, more occupied with playing with each other than anything else that's going on around them. (They're cute puppies - brindle mastiff-akita mixes, pretty clearly littermates. The one with the red collar is slightly larger than the one with the blue collar.)

"Dammit. I was hoping I could have a few dogless minutes. Buffy! Willow! Get back here!"

[katyafeline.livejournal.com]

Someone is overjoyed. It's dogs. Cute, adorable puppy dogs that look almost like fluffy versions of the ones she left behind.

That someone'd be the bespagled blonde who is now on her knees, attempting to ruffle the fur of two dogs at once.

[crazyfurries.livejournal.com]

"Puppies?" There's a glance up and the embroidery is SHOVED to the back of the booth where inquiring and mischeivous mouths can't get hurt by trying to steal the needlework.

"Puppies....here puppies! I have summer sausage!"

[chanter1944]

A girl - short, mid-twenties, l-o-n-g brown hair, three quarter-length pants and short-sleeved top in shades of brown and beige, bare feet - steps through the door and pauses, then head-tilts in what looks like bemusement.

"I'm at work all morning," she says in an accent that's part Wisconsin, part something that could be anywhere from Connecticut to Ireland, "but this place waits until I'm heading for my own loo before it shows up? What the?" She doesn't sound bothered, despite what she's just said.

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

"It was kind enough to show up in lieu of my office, at least," says the sore-looking Saph sitting on a soft piece of floor. "It just means I don't have to resort to hiding under my desk."

[ceitfianna]

A sleepy woman with brown hair and bangs falling in her eyes sits down with her tea and laptop at a comfortable table,

"I'm so glad to be done with classes, but who else is here."

[chanter1944]

"That can only be one person," says another brunette as she's angling for a chair. "Hey you. No idea who else's in here; I just got here myself." Half a beat. "At least the dog didn't follow me in this time, anyway."

[bodldops.livejournal.com]

"You know," Says the gal with the frizzed-curly brown hair and the ratty old t-shirt, "It'd be really really nice if my days off meant I wouldn't be bothered with work things. Maybe my phone won't ring here." She slumps onto the couch, nursing a diet pepsi and glaring at her cell phone.

[silveraspen]

"Boy, do I ever hear you there."

She considers.

"I could spill tea on it for you?"

[claudiometer]

"Hey GUYS."
Claudia's climbed on the table for the sake of addressing a few people who might be around (that girl with the puppies is one of them, she thinks, and hopefully the other two will take notice).
"You know you have to do ten episodes in eight months if you want to fit the Christmas thing in where Word of God says it fits in, right? GET ON WITH IT."
Mission accomplished, she climbs down and scoops up one of the puppies (the one with the blue collar). "awwwwww, whosacutepuppy?"

"I'd say take one with you," the would-be puppy-wrangler says, "but ferrets probably cause enough trouble in your workplace, so it's probably better that you don't."

[magic_ferret]

"Ferrets are a noble and perfectly suitable mascot animal!"

They don't talk, or have green eyes on most earths, but there you go.

[withherhands]

A short, rounded woman walks in, absentmindedly closing the door behind her with her nose stuck in a book. There's a red-and-black messenger bag thrown over one shoulder, a green and brown tote bag sagging under a heavy weight on the other. It looks like she's just come in from work, considering she's wearing charcoal-grey pants with a faint pinstripe, a purple blouse and black Mary Janes, a blue lacy shawl thrown over her shoulders.

She looks up from the book as though just realizing she's not where she thought she was. "Ah, dammit."

So many people to talk to...but SO MANY PAGES LEFT TO READ WANT RIGHT NOW. This is a serious dilemma.

[sardonicynic]

"Oh, Canada!" The Kentuckian with the (metaphorical) pipes is beaming, and raises her coffee in greeting. "Is that a book in your hands, or are you just happy to see me?"

[saphyria.livejournal.com]

A young woman in business casual wanders in, looking like she's been on her feet for several hours on a hard marble floor, in shoes not great for doing so.

"This... this is not my office," she says, vaguely. "I feel this can only be a good thing."

Excuse her while she finds a soft stretch of floor to sit down on.

[ostro_goth]

She is investigated by a cat who thinks people belong in chairs.

[bcgphoenix]

Beep!

Click.



The brown-haired woman in jeans, a T-shirt, and a pair of glasses goes, "Uh," and attempts a hasty backtrack before anyone from work notices the sudden bar where the lab should be. Her ID badge swings in a crooked arc.

[wheatencrown]

"I don't think you'll get in trouble, dear. Sit down and have some tea,"

Demeter smiles at the worried young woman.

[alchemistseraph]

A young woman in glasses, a Statesboro Blues tee shirt and jeans sans the slightly manic smile as in the icon steps in and doesn't bother to look around in awe. It's a room, it's definitely not her living room, and she doesn't care today. She's wrapped in a rather odd looking blanket--half one kind of plaid, and half another, with A House Divided stitched onto the edges in scrolling embroidery. "This is not in my house. Great."

She chooses a chair big enough to curl up on and makes a small fort around herself, digging out a bottle of Vitamin C tablets and picking a few out.

[leeshajoy.livejournal.com]

"This would happen on the day I get called in to work," mutters the weary-looking redhead with the bicycle helmet and the red-and-black work uniform. She sags into the nearest chair and pulls an iPad out of the small bag she's carrying. Fuck this noise, she's gonna play her some Doodle God (http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/doodle-god/id376374689?mt=8).

[withherhands]

"Yeah, I lucked out this time and was only working until two," a nearby voice says from behind a book.

[aberrantangels]

"Blerg," the guy in the topsiders (with white socks), kind of olive drab shorts, and WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN? T-shirt philosophizes. "Why I am so tired anymore? Oh well, at least I didn't get turned into a minifig this time."

Having said that, Austin looks nervous for a moment. A long moment. When the moment gets long enough to give him a sense of security, false or otherwise, he exhales. When this does not minifig him, he inhales and knocks on the nearest piece of wood that isn't Bar.

[chanter1944]

"A--hang on a second," says a long-haired brunette from a nearby chair. "It's probably none of my business, but did you really say you got turned into a minifig? As in... the miniature Mediterranean fruit kind of fig? Or..."

Her tone is apologetic, but she's also plainly curious.