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entrancelogs2017-08-04 06:20 pm
literalidiotball) wrote in entrancelogs2017-08-04 06:20 pm
That Guy from the Office.
Who: Wheatley the intern and YOU!
Where: The Republican Convention
When: During the event
Rating: PG at most.
Summary: Alan Wheatley is here for all your intern needs. What could possibly go wrong?
The Story:
On the job!
[Wheatley can be found running errands for various politicians during the convention. Did you need a cup of coffee? Sure thing! Want him to go make copies for you? Sure! Need him to clip your toenails? Uh.... Not particularly sure why anyone would want that in a world with the constant threat of a zombie outbreak. Moving on.]
[While he is trying his best, he isn't perfect by a long shot. He might get lost, or he might have gotten the wrong brand of coffee or doughnuts. Please help him.]
On a break.
[Thankfully, the politicians aren't working him to death. He's entitled to have down time like everyone else.]
[When he does, he's probably hanging around with his fellow interns, complaining about his boss or the crazy security they have in this place. Sure, he hasn't been in a crowd this big before, but do they really have to pile on the bleach? It smells horrible! And he's pretty sure his eyes are going to bleed if he doesn't suffocate from the fumes first. And so on and so forth.]
On the third and fourth day...
[He takes back what he said about the bleach.]
[If you need him after the needles have been discovered, he'll be holed up in his room at the hotel, not wanting any of this virus business. Perhaps you might feel like visiting him or, maybe, you could convince him to get out of the safe zone and live on the edge a little.]
Where: The Republican Convention
When: During the event
Rating: PG at most.
Summary: Alan Wheatley is here for all your intern needs. What could possibly go wrong?
The Story:
On the job!
[Wheatley can be found running errands for various politicians during the convention. Did you need a cup of coffee? Sure thing! Want him to go make copies for you? Sure! Need him to clip your toenails? Uh.... Not particularly sure why anyone would want that in a world with the constant threat of a zombie outbreak. Moving on.]
[While he is trying his best, he isn't perfect by a long shot. He might get lost, or he might have gotten the wrong brand of coffee or doughnuts. Please help him.]
On a break.
[Thankfully, the politicians aren't working him to death. He's entitled to have down time like everyone else.]
[When he does, he's probably hanging around with his fellow interns, complaining about his boss or the crazy security they have in this place. Sure, he hasn't been in a crowd this big before, but do they really have to pile on the bleach? It smells horrible! And he's pretty sure his eyes are going to bleed if he doesn't suffocate from the fumes first. And so on and so forth.]
On the third and fourth day...
[He takes back what he said about the bleach.]
[If you need him after the needles have been discovered, he'll be holed up in his room at the hotel, not wanting any of this virus business. Perhaps you might feel like visiting him or, maybe, you could convince him to get out of the safe zone and live on the edge a little.]
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I'm afraid they're useless now. [ as much as the idea of feeding them to their superiors gives him a sadistic thrill, he isn't looking to get fired. ]
... Let's just clean then up and get some more.
[ he isn't sure why he's being nice, but this guy is kind of pathetic. and the near-shouting is annoying, so he calmly crouches down to begin plucking them off the floor and into the ruined box. ]
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Oh... Oh, thank you very much. Lessee...
[He goes to help the other intern clean up his mess to pick up the pace a bit.]