[OPEN] Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion.
Who: Asch the Bloody (claim_my_place), doors and YOU.
What: Asch is greasing doors around the SS Thor.
When: NOW. Or a little later. Anytime this month.
Where: On the SS Thor. If the location has a door, he might very well be there (within reason).
Format: Any. Just reply in the format you like and I'll match you.
Warnings: None currently.
"Today's a nice day, don't you think?"
"Oh yes, it's even more wonderful than yesterday was!"
"We appreciate your hard work, you know."
"Oh yes, that feels lovely. Just right."
"It's only a shame you won't join us for a little chat."
"I agree completely, you really should. Wouldn't that be splendid?"
Asch had been listening to this variety of irritatingly pleasant conversation for the past few hours, interrupted every now and then by a satisfied little sigh as a newly-greased door slid smoothly shut.
He could have easily found a better job, but the one he was working at now suited his needs, and he tried to carry it out with dignity (keyword: tried; it wasn't, after all, a task worth bragging about). In this way Asch was growing more accustomed to maneuvering his way around the SS Thor. (It sure didn't seem like he'd be leaving anytime soon, and he had no desire to make a home on Iiwah.)
"Not to be a bother, but you missed a spot," the current door pointed out politely.
"Enough. I hear you," Asch muttered, applying some more grease to the hinges and rubbing it in thoroughly with a towel.
What: Asch is greasing doors around the SS Thor.
When: NOW. Or a little later. Anytime this month.
Where: On the SS Thor. If the location has a door, he might very well be there (within reason).
Format: Any. Just reply in the format you like and I'll match you.
Warnings: None currently.
"Today's a nice day, don't you think?"
"Oh yes, it's even more wonderful than yesterday was!"
"We appreciate your hard work, you know."
"Oh yes, that feels lovely. Just right."
"It's only a shame you won't join us for a little chat."
"I agree completely, you really should. Wouldn't that be splendid?"
Asch had been listening to this variety of irritatingly pleasant conversation for the past few hours, interrupted every now and then by a satisfied little sigh as a newly-greased door slid smoothly shut.
He could have easily found a better job, but the one he was working at now suited his needs, and he tried to carry it out with dignity (keyword: tried; it wasn't, after all, a task worth bragging about). In this way Asch was growing more accustomed to maneuvering his way around the SS Thor. (It sure didn't seem like he'd be leaving anytime soon, and he had no desire to make a home on Iiwah.)
"Not to be a bother, but you missed a spot," the current door pointed out politely.
"Enough. I hear you," Asch muttered, applying some more grease to the hinges and rubbing it in thoroughly with a towel.