Post by Juon on Jun 28, 2016 22:25:40 GMT
Faberge Posters
+ Description: Posters advertising the next Faberge event are coating the walls all throughout the campus; the Guardians have put out a notice that they’ve become excessive and need to be taken down.
+ Take down the posters: +1 Guardians, -1 Faberge
+ Put up more posters: +1 Faberge, -1 Guardians
+ Vandalize them: +1 Roost, -1 Guardians, -1 Faberge
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by Pai and Hatta
What a pain--the primary thought swirling through the head of one Corea Juon as he was set off on another outing to rid the hallways of posters put up by the Faberge kids. He'd done this already, back at the very beginning of the school year, having been dragged around to assist the almighty Mori Keiko; and that had been before he'd even become a Guardian. But here he was now, instead, doomed to a life of it on his own, bound no longer by a sole person, but rather by obligation to this whole... thing that he had joined.
And so there he was, armed with nothing other than staple remover and a plastic cup, staring into the face of an entire wall in the hallway, coated with Faberge recruitment or event posters. The wall itself wasn't even visible anymore; all there was was posters.
If nothing else, it was quiet; classes had ended for the day, and so had club period, leaving the school mostly empty and the evening light streaming in through the windows nearby.
But still, he heaved a sigh; it was a job he didn't want, and this was time he could've been using for something else. What that something was, he really didn't know--maybe studying, or gaming, or continuing to avoid all of this egg nonsense (to which his Guardian Character, Clip, snickered from inside of his bag nearby)--but anything other than this was probably more preferable.
But he went at it anyway, starting from one end of the hall, shoving the staple remover under the first staple of the first poster on the first layer of them all, hoping, praying, that no one else would come along and notice that he was there. He was already sour enough; he didn't need anyone calling him out, asking what he was doing, coming to put up even more posters, or ... well, he supposed help might not've hurt if it came along; after all, it looked like he was doomed to be working there for a while.
Demi