( a brief note, dashed off on intergalactic notepaper(which looks an awful lot like a page out of a Hello Kitty notebook) )

Scooter can once again be found in his office, today, sitting at his deak and leaning back in his vinyl swively chair with his feet up on his desk. He's got a stack of catalogs featuring various forms of audio-visual media piled on top of the desk, along with the usual cup of half-coffee/half-cocoa and a plate of baked goods - today they're rice ( Read more... )

Scooter can be found in either his office or the theatre most of the time. Today, he's sitting at his deak, leaning back in his vinyl swively chair, flipping through a catalog of spiffy new theatre stuff. There is a cooling cup of half-coffee/half-cocoa sitting on the desk, along with a plate of brownies and oatmeal raisin cookies. The rest of the ( Read more... )

There is a slot cut into the middle of Scooter's office door. Above it are hung three things: a bright green plastic filing caddy filled with a stack of request forms, a hand-lettered sign explaining their use and an orange name-plate with his name in bright yellow block-caps flanked by a pair of cartoony stars.

The sign reads ( Read more... )

*BEEP*

The person whose voice was used the answering-service greeting is clearly not Scooter. Possibly, even probably, male. More than likely a bit odd. But a bit more neurotic and obviously more aggressively friendly. This is Scooter's voice-mail. He'd really, really love it if you'd leave him a message! Just do it after the beep. Thank you! Have ( Read more... )