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redshiftlogs2020-03-13 06:11 pm
birdical) wrote in redshiftlogs2020-03-13 06:11 pm
The Help Box
Who: Elleru's Help Box and you! [OTA]
What: Someone decided the best way to figure out what help people need was to just ask.
Where: Anchor, housing level
When: Thoughout March and into April
Misc: Wasn't sure if this needed to go in the log comm or the network comm, given the format of it, but feel free to hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
grimmhooke or on Discord if you've got any questions!
A box has appeared outside the barracks.
It looks something like the above, save for that it is literally rough around the edges: the box itself is fairly nice, but the slot in the top looks as though it was clawed out with a jagged knife, the edges having barely been smoothed over. There's a lock on the front, hanging above some writing painted in a childish, curlicue script. It reads as follows:
❀ Need Help? Looking for Something? Fill Out A Card. I Want to Help You. ❀
And above the box is a bulletin board with a number of colorful, paper flowers pinned to the corners. That must be for replies. Get creative with notes, steal the flowers from the board, ask a vague question with no real answer -- have at it Anchorites, as Elleru's Help Box is open for business... or trolling. Or both.
What: Someone decided the best way to figure out what help people need was to just ask.
Where: Anchor, housing level
When: Thoughout March and into April
Misc: Wasn't sure if this needed to go in the log comm or the network comm, given the format of it, but feel free to hit me up at
A box has appeared outside the barracks.
It looks something like the above, save for that it is literally rough around the edges: the box itself is fairly nice, but the slot in the top looks as though it was clawed out with a jagged knife, the edges having barely been smoothed over. There's a lock on the front, hanging above some writing painted in a childish, curlicue script. It reads as follows:
And above the box is a bulletin board with a number of colorful, paper flowers pinned to the corners. That must be for replies. Get creative with notes, steal the flowers from the board, ask a vague question with no real answer -- have at it Anchorites, as Elleru's Help Box is open for business... or trolling. Or both.
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[With a smile, he scans through the words, grateful that they're ready to read, if still maintaining that unique, charming flair.]
[A few moments pass as he decodes the words, and...]
[...oh.]
[OH.]
[OH NO]
[OH NO MISS ELLERU IS GOING TO HELP HIM]
[OH NO HE'S GOING TO LOOK LIKE SUCH A FOOL IN FRONT OF A NICE, SMART, PRETTY LADY.]
[BUT HE CAN'T STAND HER UP THAT'S SO RUDE.]
[HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.]
[PLEASE SEND HELP.]
[...]
[...Kieran shows up the next morning, hiding his face under the wide brim of his hat. Maybe if Elleru can't see his face, and he keeps his mouth shut the entire time, she won't be able to guess who he is.]
[Or maybe he'll get lucky and she won't show up at all.]
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Hello, Kieran!
[She sounds so chipper as she beelines for him, a wide smile cutting across her face.]
Let me see your eyes! They are still better, are they not?