The Stockroom of After Hours (Invite or Ask)

[Mephistophelily]

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The little sign says "Employees Only", on that door at the back wall. The light above it has that terrible habit of flickering on and out, drawing the eye even when it shouldn't. That's the room where everything is kept; supplies and liquor, spare chairs and lightbulbs, secrets and stories.

Only two keys exist to that door.
One's with me, tucked in safe keeping, in a very safe place.

The other?
Somewhere in After Hours.


The walls hold a number of shelves, housing the few spare drink bottles and cups, a few containers of bulbs, a number of chairs stacked in the corner. A few crates are tucked away as well, an old tablecloth tossed across the stack. Hidden behind a large wooden rack is a bed, my little crashing place for those longer nights, or a sobering point for guests too drunk to find their own way. Not exactly the high point of luxury... but enough to get a few hours rest...

A few old hooks rest on the far wall from the bed. I'm not sure what was here before me, but there were a ton of these all over. They hold my coats and everything perfectly. So I kept a few back here. No harm in that, right?

The electric problem in that light outside the door is even worse back here. Sometimes it loses power altogether; that's the reason for those candles over by the bed. It can get pretty dark in here, and slamming into a wall of bottles in the dark isn't that fun. (Believe me, I know. Hence the candles.)

But, yes; this is my humble back stockroom. Nothing incredible...
...Right?

[size=-2]Since AH has been unspokenly deemed one of the few Lounge clubs where sexual play is frowned upon, I figured we could use a little... side zone. If you want to use it, ask for a key in AH.
And this room already has a purpose that VT and I have yet to invoke.[/size]

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Unlocks the door, tucking the key back into her shirt before starting to check the inventory* Hmm. Everything looks pretty good in here...

*Glances back at the door, grinning* Wonder how long til they start looking for the key?
*Reaches up to get one of the bigger bottles from the top shelf* It's not like its very well hidden. *Pulls down the vodka, opening it and taking a sip* Hoo. Yup.

*Wanders around to the bed, settling down and reaching under one of the pillows and taking out a little remote, using it to turn on some music* Drinks. Check. Music. Check.

*Eyes the crates*
Gyuuuh.
I'm afraid to see what's in there.

 

[Leopald]

*knocks on the door politely and peers inside*

You left the door unlocked. Whatcha doing? Need a hand with anything?

 

[Mephistophelily]

There's too many boxes. *Flops backward on the bed*
I dunno what's in 'em.
Haaaalp.

*Stabs a finger at the one beside the bed*
That one made funny noises when I moved it. Either there's something mechanical in it, or I have technologically advanced rodents.

 

[Leopald]

*picks up the box in question and shakes it*

Holy cow, that's a heavy box. But I can't see what's...in... Oh. My. God. *closes the lid tightly*

Yeah, I'm gonna set this back down now...

 

[Bluemage]

*knocks gently on the door, knowing that if boxed might need to be moved he could possibly help.*

 

[Mephistophelily]

*sits up*
What? Why, what's in there?

*Stands and goes to peek*
I... I don't even know how to set up one of those.
That's like... more your expertise.

 

[Leopald]

You know, Lily? I think I'm gonna set up some of these more interesting contraptions for you.

*pulls the box back out and starts reading the directions*

Got any requests for the... Heads?

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Peeks under his arm* I'm scared of it.

 

[Leopald]

*flips a switch and watches the newly-fixed and cleaned machine hum to life*

Oh, nothing to be scared of. I'm sure you'll love it. *turns it off* Wanna give it a try?

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Eyes it leerily* I don't even know where it CAME from.
We just found it in a box. A box in a box.

*Thinks on that*
Oh, hell. I predicted that to Bloo.

 

[Leopald]

See? This is all your own dang fault.

*raises a brow, then glares at Lily*

What? I cleaned it! Do you really not trust me that much?

 

[Mephistophelily]

It's not that I don't trust you, I don't trust... IT.
Could fritz out and fry me in a very unhappy place.

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Snatches it from him and shoves it back in the big box*
You're worse than a little kid.
Find a new toy and just GOTTA play with it right then and there, don't ya?

*Shoves him toward door* I gotta lock up!
Shoo.
Shoo!

 

[Mephistophelily]

*Unlocks the door and comes inside, flopping on her little bed*
At least I can get a little relax time here.

 

[ChasNicollette]

:: there's a brief whistling noise, and the lock gently and inexplicably pops, and she slips in quietly, adjusting her glasses, gazing about the musty mystery of the room, squinting at the flickering of the lights ::

:: adjusting her peejay pants and dusting off one of the boxes, she has a careful seat atop and, finding herself alone for the moment, she closes her eyes ::

:: having a tendency to talk to herself when she thinks it's safe to do so, she murmurs... ::

(It's been an interesting day.)

 

[Eazy]

*walks by after hearing the brief whistling noise, for his hearing is super sensitive like that, he goes up to the door of the room which he rarely visits, and uses his spare key in order to gain entry*

*pokes his head, seemingly talking to himself* Did I hear a sonic screwdriver or something?

*notices a certain fangirl perched upon a box, causing him to lightly scoff and smirk as he enters and shuts the door behind him* Pft, I should have known. So, is this where you guys sneak off to for your Doctor Who talks nowadays?

 

[ChasNicollette]

*walks by after hearing the brief whistling noise, for his hearing is super sensitive like that, he goes up to the door of the room which he rarely visits, and uses his spare key in order to gain entry*

*pokes his head, seemingly talking to himself* Did I hear a sonic screwdriver or something?

*notices a certain fangirl perched upon a box, causing him to lightly scoff and smirk as he enters and shuts the door behind him* Pft, I should have known. So, is this where you guys sneak off to for your Doctor Who talks nowadays?

:: opens one eye and stretches sheepishly, hugging her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees ::

Nah.

I'm way too anxious about "Who" right now to discuss it rationally.

Also, anxious about other stuff. Just wanted a little space.

Doesn't mean you're not unwelcome. :: pats the edge of the box ::

Set a spell?

 

[Eazy]

*nods and moves to have a seat on the edge of the box, glancing around at the other boxes for a moment* They really should get around to unpacking a couple of these. For all of the hinting Lily's done, I can only imagine what one could find.

*looks at her with a smirk, teasing* Who knows? There might even be a certain uniquely designed tentacle-type toy in one of these boxes?

*chuckles a bit and rubs your back* So by 'interesting' day I should take that as a negative, huh? *apparently has such superhearing that allows him to hear stuff muttered earlier in the room*

 

[ChasNicollette]

*nods and moves to have a seat on the edge of the box, glancing around at the other boxes for a moment* They really should get around to unpacking a couple of these. For all of the hinting Lily's done, I can only imagine what one could find.

*looks at her with a smirk, teasing* Who knows? There might even be a certain uniquely designed tentacle-type toy in one of these boxes?

*chuckles a bit and rubs your back* So by 'interesting' day I should take that as a negative, huh? *apparently has such superhearing that allows him to hear stuff muttered earlier in the room*

:: shakes head, leans her head on his shoulder... ::

Not negative. Just... interesting.

Couldn't get any writing done, not even on "Moonlight," m'sorry, it just struck me as boring, the words I was putting together. Maybe I need to sit on that summore.

:: closes her eyes :: And this is when you make a riff about "sitting" on a tentacle thingy... because I've kind of left myself open to that, haven't I?

 

[Eazy]

*reaches up and gently pets your head* Pft no big rush on that, sweets. Although I have to admit that for a second there I was wondering if my response was that crappy or something. *chuckles a bit* But no worries. We're all entitled to our lazy or bleh days when it comes to writing here.

And I wasn't gonna say anything about the sitting on it part, but now that you mention it.... *grins* Of course, I could also bring up how you mentioned leaving yourself 'open', but I won't, since I'm too much of a gentleman. *dry cough*

Besides, if I was going to bring up the 'sit on that' comment in a sexual way, I'd probably suggest something other then a tentacle thingy. Which I won't, since we both know I'm not that type of guy. *keeps fingers crossed with his free hand behind his back*

 

[ChasNicollette]

*reaches up and gently pets your head* Pft no big rush on that, sweets. Although I have to admit that for a second there I was wondering if my response was that crappy or something. *chuckles a bit* But no worries. We're all entitled to our lazy or bleh days when it comes to writing here.

And I wasn't gonna say anything about the sitting on it part, but now that you mention it.... *grins* Of course, I could also bring up how you mentioned leaving yourself 'open', but I won't, since I'm too much of a gentleman. *dry cough*

Besides, if I was going to bring up the 'sit on that' comment in a sexual way, I'd probably suggest something other then a tentacle thingy. Which I won't, since we both know I'm not that type of guy. *keeps fingers crossed with his free hand behind his back*

:: nods agreeably, completely at peace with everything he's saying :: Well, I can assure you that your post was a jawdropper and in no way crappy it all. What I'm having trouble managing is something that synchs up with that level of excitement...

:: pauses, squints an eye at you :: ...are you hiding something behind your back?

 

[Eazy]

Heh, funny enough, I often feel the same about your stuff. Particularly anything of the S nature of a SRP. Like I'll end up scrutinizing my response a lot more while wondering if it's up to snuff with what you'd just written. *gives a quick peck to the top of your head, smirking* You and that wonderfully creative yet perverse mind of yours.

*blinks at your accusation, glancing over his shoulder at the finger crossed hand* Um....noooo? *tries to uncross his fingers, finding them strangely stuck in place at the time*

 

[ChasNicollette]

Heh, funny enough, I often feel the same about your stuff. Particularly anything of the S nature of a SRP. Like I'll end up scrutinizing my response a lot more while wondering if it's up to snuff with what you'd just written. *gives a quick peck to the top of your head, smirking* You and that wonderfully creative yet perverse mind of yours.

*blinks at your accusation, glancing over his shoulder at the finger crossed hand* Um....noooo? *tries to uncross his fingers, finding them strangely stuck in place at the time*

:: leans around his back, arches an eyebrow, darksome clouds of scruuuutiny gathering in those bespectacled eyes... ::

It's awfully suspicious, John, that you'd compliment me and show me affection with your fingers crossed. Am I to be offended?

 

[Eazy]

*quickly shakes his head, finally moving his finger-crossed hand forward and using his other hand to help uncross them* No, no, no! Believe me, all of my compliments were indeed genuine, sweetie.

*glaring at his hand for a moment* Stupid fingers...

*gives a dry cough while rubbing at the back of his neck a bit* No, it had more to do with, you know, the whole saying I would never make a comment about you sitting on certain tentacle toys and certain other phallic objects. Because I totally would have, if you hadn't called me on it first. *pauses* Although I guess you could still be offended by that, huh?