210. Predicting the future (post and an open RP thread)

[carl_sack_esq]

Carl stared at the Magic Eight Ball as he leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

“Okay, ball,” he muttered to the toy, “Show me what you’ve got.  Odds of Shirley dropping me by the Spring.”  He shook the thing and then made a face at the answer.  “Too soon to tell? What kind of crap answer is that?”

…he was talking to an

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[mr_colbert]

Stephen found himself walking around Crane, Poole, and Schmidt, a habit he had become quite fond of as of late. On the way to pour himself a third cup of coffee he noticed Carl Sack walking in the opposite direction. Not one to let the other by without making some kind of comment, Stephen called chipperly, "Happy New Year, Mr. Sack!"

[carl_sack_esq]

Carl gave a polite smile. "Happy New Year, Stephen."

[mr_colbert]

Still feeling quite beside himself with happiness for the upcoming year Stephen asked, "Did you notice that I didn't call you Baby Carrot?"

[carl_sack_esq]

"I did." Carl kept smiling. Just keep trying, he told himself, just keeeep trying.

[alan_shore]

Having poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and twice surveyed the contents of the refrigerator, Alan reached the disheartening conclusion that he'd exhausted all the opportunities for diversion the break room presently had to offer.

Unless he wanted to microwave himself a Hot Pocket or construct a tower out of coffee stirrers, but it was 10 am. Who knew what levels of restlessness 11 would bring.

He was on his way out when he spotted what closer inspection confirmed to be a Magic Eight Ball. Setting his coffee down, he gave the toy an experimental shake. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

He half expected to discover that the toy had, in accordance with one of Denny's inspired or infuriating (depending on who you asked) whims, been custom made, that every shake would result in a luminous blue triangle displaying only the words "Denny Crane."

[carl_sack_esq]

The ball's screen read, "Maybe. Maybe not."

[alan_shore]

Maybe he'd have been better off playing with the coffee stirrers.

"Would I be better off playing with coffee stirrers?"

[carl_sack_esq]

The eight ball read, "Highly doubtful."

[claire_simms]

Claire walked into the break room, intending on just refreshing her coffee. She'd hardly slept the night before. She couldn't resist the Magic Eight Ball sitting on the counter, and shook it while asking, "Is there a chance I'll be able to stop working in a storage closet and get my office back?"

[carl_sack_esq]

The eight ball read, "Slim to none."

[claire_simms]

Great she thought, "And where do you get off dictating the outcome of people's lives?" She had no idea why she was suddenly mad at a piece of plastic filled with blue goo.

[carl_sack_esq]

The ball glowed blue, as if mocking her, and it read, "Maybe, maybe not."

[ilookgreat]

Denny doesn't often venture into the break room. However, ever since that kid Garret disappeared, there hasn't been anyone to fetch his coffee and assorted snacks (non-fattening snacks, of course, as obsesity is contagious, Denny Crane). Sometimes he wonders whatever happened to Alan's odd little friend who had a lunch cart. Denny Crane likes delivery

[carl_sack_esq]

The eight-ball replied, "Carl Sack."

[ilookgreat]

Denny did a double-take and stared at the ball incredulously.

"Bastard."

Still, it's possible it could have been the work of the mad cow - a logical assumption, even.

He cleared his throat, "Denny Crane?"

[carl_sack_esq]

The ball read, "Very doubtful."

[katie_lloyd]

She really should have known better by this point. She should have noted the break room to be positively off-limits, as it happens to be very likely that Carl Sack will choose her idle moments to appear. However, she wanted a bit of water, and she certainly couldn't go on drinking bottled water after she'd done all that research on google (well, wikipedia, really, but she couldn't note it as such since it's not a necessarily reliable source of information). She had planned to simply step into the breakroom, fill a glass with filtered water, and go back to her office to work on something that would at least look productive

[carl_sack_esq]

The ball replied, "Cannot predict now."

[katie_lloyd]

"Then what bloody good are you?" she said, as if the ball could actually hear her.

[carl_sack_esq]

Upon being shaken, the ball read, "You're bringing sexy back."