@parables-for-days - Outside Exploring with Thursday!

"Ready when ever you are!"

Katsuko smiles as she goes outside with Thursday

"These Sky ads hurt my head, too much stuff going on, I agree...we need to get rid of them! So of course i'm up for it Thursday!"

Katsuko grins

"So how you play on going about it?"

"I am excited to fine out!"

"Cassy! Happy mother's day!" says Thursday as she presents charm with a basket full of goodies - yummy-scented bath bombs, candles, snacks, and fun pens.

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The witch gasps at the basket and giggles lightly "Why thank you love!" Charm looks like charms about to cry at the kind gesture from Thursday as charm takes the basket and places it on a nearby table and brings in Thursday for a warm hug. From behind the counter peeks a tiny little kid, there's the baby of the hour! The little fae waves at Thursday with a giggle.

Thursday shows up at Xabby's office with her towel, notebook, and pen.

"Hello? I'm here to see Xabby. I was asked to come by this office upon receipt of her message, so here I am!"

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It didn't take long for Xabby to open the door cause she was standing at the door all day. "Hello, Thursday! Come and take a seat at the computer chair."

Xabby led Thursday to the computer chairs that she lay out for her. Once she got herself seated, she gives some snacks as a welcome-to-the-office gift. "I recommend eating snacks to hold yourself over between meals, especially said meals that are taking longer to cook."

Once that's done, Xabby does take a small breath to talk about the topic that she was on. "So, about Kiel and Kokichi, around November, an update came out of nowhere for them and the rest of the corrupted employees. It puts them in a forced coma while the update does its thing. However, for some reason I doubt tech support will help, the update process is...extremely slow. Like, it won't move and no matter how hard you try, it won't budge."

Updates can be a pain in the ass, but an update like this is deadly. Xabby continues to speak. "But, if Kokichi was at the party in December, and Kokichi is also still in the mirror world office, something tells me that Kokichi is in danger of something and I don't what it is. I don't know much about Kiel's case, but the fact that I didn't know he can’t see his mother considering no matter how much he wants to find ways to....see her again permanently."

Xabby wonders to herself if her headcanon about Kiel before being in the office makes it a lot harsher in hindsight. Regardless, she decided to keep speaking. "So, yeah, that's all I know about that, but um, it seems that somehow Kiel contacted you. Is it okay if you explain it to me?"

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The Cube pulls up in a yellow car then upon stopping honks the horn for fun.

"Yea im up for it! I brought my car to make the trip easier! It be like a road trip!..... but with a lack of roads!" Cube shouts.

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"Fuck fuck fuck that hurrts," Bradley complains because he figures that's what Cyrus expects from him. It does hurt, badly. But it's not the worst he's ever felt and really, usually he'd just restart himself to take care of the wound. Which he can't do now that the other Narrator is here.

Oh hey Cyrus! Don't worry about this mysterious wound, I'm just going to fling myself off the cargo lift and I'll be as good as new!

It makes sense to Bradley. Why bother healing when you have restarts, which are quick and often painless, to return you to the state you were before you got hurt? But years of experience has taught him that most people don't support casual suicide.

He takes a deep breath and then uncurls slowly to let Cyrus see the damage. There's a lot of blood, soaking into his sweater and jeans and still dripping down onto the carpet. Hiking up his sweater with a hiss will show them the deep, nasty hole on his side. He hadn't hit any vital organs, which means he wouldn't die in a couple minutes either.

Fortunately he thought to put on his glamour today, so aside from the gaping wound, Cyrus would just see smooth, unmarred skin. If his glamour wasn't one, he might've seen the other scars. From all the other times Bradley has done similar things.

But he isn't planning on standing there and lying to Cyrus. Cyrus would be concerned about the supposed target on Bradley's back if he believes people are randomly coming up and stabbing him. Plus any sympathy would just make him feel really guilty.

The younger Narrator sighs, his expression turning sheepish.

"I uh...well. I sort of...wanted to see what would happen if I..." He mumbles, not looking at the other's face. ".....if I'd stab myself with that thing. The internet said it was banned by the Geneva convention! So I thought it would be interesting to try out."

A fat gray raccoon wearing a little backpack comes trotting up to Jesse and sniffs his shoes before sitting back on its haunches.

"I know you! Big fan of your work! Can I have your autograph?" she beams, then takes a notebook and a pen out of her backpack and stands up on her little hind paws to offer the notebook to him.

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Jesse watches as the racoon moves around him, being careful not to step on her until she stops. He chuckles "Oh yeah, sure" He takes only the notebook as he kneels down, taller than he should be due to the heeled boots. From his pocket he takes out his stylus, which he uses to autograph the notebook, the color is purer than any pen can ever be, and as dark as the void. He writes on it "TO HELL AND BACK, JESSE ALKATRAZ <3" BEFORE HANDING IT BACK.

"Say, how'd you find a way in here? I thought I had closed off the Inanis Realm for the time being." He seems calm, he feels relaxed, he's not as tired as he usually is. Jesse's eyes aren't as closed as usual, but still have that smug look to t hem that comes with the eyebrows.

It's an average day in the offices and little Timothy Evans has found himself mysteriously in an office that is not his own. He knows it isn't his own because all the orange carpet that was replaced with the 90s arcade carpet has been mysteriously replaced with the orange carpet again. There's no way that could have happened overnight. There's also no way he could walk through a doorway and wind up in a completely different office, and yet there he is.

And what's worse - he was on his way to have his battery pack recharged. The Haunted Office is friends with an offsite specialist who originally built the battery for Stanley so that he could utilize it to stay in the living world. Once Stanley moved on to the afterlife he no longer needed the battery, so he left it behind to be later picked up by Timmy, who was too afraid to move on.

And now here he sits, in a strange office, no idea how to get back, and his battery is dying. Which means that he is no longer as solid as he would otherwise be and it's only a matter of time before he gets forced to move on into the afterlife.

Quite understandably he is upset. And so he does the only thing he knows to do in a situation where he's lost and essentially on the verge of death:

"Help me! HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!"

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Wandering along the endless halls in a sickening loneliness tended to take up most of his time now, a once overwhelming deep seeded hatred for people having slowly turned to a longing for companionship and touch, a person to talk to to break the deafening silence that controlled his life now. Even if he was ground desperate for any sign of life be it human or not, he didn't regret his actions of the past in the slightest and he never would. Whoever stood in his path before deserved to fall miserable to the wayside, to rot in a shallow grave without a single goodbye. Whilst his wallowing though a panicked scream would reach his sensors, his entire body perking up almost immediately. Another soul was here with him? Oh thank Christ, finally. Hell, maybe they even knew where other people were or something, just anything to get him out of this cycle. Running towards the sound of the voice he would call out in response to the cries for help. "I'm on my way! Are you okay?"

Ghostday sees An walking by one of the shards in the In Between and decides to go into it to mess with her, just for fun. She likes An, An seems to like scary things (or, at the very least, to not be put off by her pallor, crazy teeth, ghostly hair, and glowing eyes), and she's out looking for a bit of fun to ease her own boredom, and hopefully An's if she is also bored.

As soon as she's through the shard, she ducks into a wall and waits to make sure An didn't spot her before advancing. Once her back is turned, Ghostday slips back out of the wall and changes her get-up to her new favorite - the pinstriped suit, the black one with silver pinstripes, the black hooded cloak with the rabbit ears on top, the big heavy black boots, and her scythe... also black, except for the blade which glows with the silvery blue of her energy's color.

She sets the blade end of the scythe down on the ground with the non-bladed tip side of it actually touching the floor (so the carpet doesn't get torn up), and starts to walk forward, allowing it to drag noisily on the ground.

"Hello, An," she says, deliberately keeping her voice low and mysterious. "I'm afraid your time... is up. Ehehehehe..."

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Anastasia is none the wiser when Doomsday sneaks up on her, busy leaning against the wall and checking her makeup. Her right ring finger is missing up to the first knuckle, flesh(?) and bone replaced by lipstick which she is applying right now. At the sound of something dragging up behind her, she stops and quickly puts her things away.

She doesn't immediately recognize Doomsday and so she stands there, eyeing her with interest and a bit of confusion - hell, why is a reaper coming after her now? And since when are there reapers in the Office?

Nevertheless, she plays along. She's not scared of this stranger or their scythe.

"Oh, but I'm so young!" Anastasia puts a hand to her forehead. "I haven't even found my one true love. Please, dear Reaper. How about you reconsider? I can find something much more fun for us to do than you taking my soul."

"Careful, it could be a trap," says Thursday, who is eyeing an entire pizza that is dangling from the ceiling by a string. Some of the toppings have fallen off and onto the floor, leaving a pile of pepperonis and cheese to sink into the carpet.

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"But... it's a whole pie..." Tanfour stares up at the pizza, mouth agape and watering. You could swear there was a line of drool spilling from the corner of his mouth as he held his gaze on the dangling pizza as it spun back and forth. "And it's not like one of those ten-dollar Costco pies, no... it looks... like the good shit." He watches intently as another pepperoni slice makes its way down to the floor, the grease staining the carpet.

Tanfour looks to Thursday, with an expression of 'I'm going to do it', and kneels down to the floor, skittering over to the strewn pepperoni and promptly licking them up off the carpet and into his mouth.

Timmy doesn't know how or why he's ended up in a different office, but he can already tell that he doesn't like it. The fact alone that it's not his office is all it takes for him to not like the office he currently finds himself in.

The young ghost begins to panic, pulling off his battery backpack for just a second to check how much charge he has on it - nearly full, thank god - before putting it back on. As he slips the backpack off he begins to immediately fade and his glowing yellow eyes dim, but the moment he returns it to his back he brightens again.

At least he's safe on that front. But what about the situations he's in? Should he call for help or try to stay quiet and find a way back to his office? He doesn't know, but his first instinct is dictating that he find a place to hide.

Immediately he ducks his head and begins searching for a place to conceal himself, be it a closet or under a large desk or possibly even in the ceiling if need be.

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The sound of heavy metallic footsteps increases as someone walks down the hall. The hall feels dark, the ceiling light illuminating it quite well. Offices line the walls with fancy silver tags with fancy black text. Between offices, portraits of the same man are seen over and over. Timmy will find himself currently unable to hide from the incoming presence, as there is no place to hide there.

However, if he looked a bit harder he'd spot a closet, but it was the way where the figure was walking from. The figure approaches, it seems focused on the holographic screens that it's working on, but it stops just in front of Timmy, did it spot him? Not quite, it turns to the painting to it's left and goes adjust it.

But if Timmy thought he hadn't been seen yet, he was dead wrong, as he had been quickly asked. "Who enters these halls of the great Tanzdiktator without the permission of our officers?" It's voice is deep and mechanical, its body breathes with its engine softly.

It's white eyes cast glow as it stares at where it believes Timmy is, unable to focus on him properly but seeing the temperature drop around the area. Two of the screens disappear as it moves around something on one before stating "Answer me."

September, otherwise known as 432, appears to most as a monstrous, grotesque beast. Once human - until her soul was consumed and digested and turned into pure dampening energy by an extraterrestrial parasitic mist creature - she now resembles what some might call an enormous, gelatinous slug with limbs. Many limbs. And faces. Many faces. In addition to her own - which appears to be melting and is missing its eyeballs (which are replaced with a glowing yellow light) - there are several others poking out all over her body, some of them not human, although all of them are looking around in curiosity.

This giant mess of spare parts comes wandering into this strange office quite by accident. She realizes right away that this is not her own office, what with the run-down, dark look of the place in lieu of the 90's arcade carpet with glow-in-the-dark shapes and Bob Ross paintings down every hallway.

Sighing, she grouses, "Oh you have got to be kidding me..." and turns about, looking for the nearest reflective surface to escape into the In Between through. It'll be the quickest way for her to get back to her office.

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Schwartz felt it's presence before he saw it. or rather them. Being tied to the Office as he was made him aware on some level of what was going around in his domain, as fractured, worn down and...technically borrowed as it was.

Schwartz approaches but stops at a distance, repulsed and shocked.

A glitched employee?

He wouldn't put it past one of the narrators to do this to their employees...or their Stanley's. his past experiences made him wary of going Above.

As uneasy as he was, Schwartz had made a promise to try and be welcoming to other employees from other offices.

" hello? Can I..help you?" He asked out tentatively.

There wasn't anything he could Actually do but he should still Offer it.

Something is watching Katsuko from the shadows of the meeting room, but as soon as she looks it's gone. If she looks fast enough she might catch a glimpse of a pair of glowing yellow eyes slipping back into the darkness.

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"Hmm? Who's there? if you are shy don't worry i don't bite!"

Katsuko says smiling and then goes back to what she doing

"Gosh the office is always full of life, amazing! even if Some are hostile"

"You know, getting high around the offices is sort of a moot point with all the weird shit that happens here, hehehe. That said, you can come hang out in my office any time!"

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Danger understands maybe 10% of what the nice lady is saying. Getting high, weird shit, hang out in my office.

He thinks all the weird shit is exactly because he's high, not that one can exist without the other.

Voices in the ceiling, people with too many or not enough body parts, strange creatures, dreams of falling off high places and waking up back in his room like nothing happened...none of that is real. He's been smoking too much weed.

"I'd love to hang out in your office room." He smiles, raising his can of lukewarm soda at her. "What number are you?"

"I don't need a reason to punch you beyond you asking me to do it," says Sept, who then immediately punches Felix.

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THANK YOU MISS SEPTEMBER I LOVE YOU

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Timmy is having the worst day of his life.

He was pretty sure yesterday was the worst day of his life, and the day before that also the worst day of his life, and so on and so forth.

But today. Today is the worst day of his life. Absolutely, without a doubt, the worst day of his life. And he isn't even alive.

He's a ghost.

And currently he is lost in an office.

He's pretty sure this isn't the office he worked at, where his life was unfortunately ended by an extraterrestrial parasitic mist creature that sucked out his soul and was later forced to regurgitate it, landing him back here, but he also isn't sure owing to the fact that it looks nearly identical to the one he just ran from.

He distinctly remembers running through a doorway that was supposed to take him into the employee lounge, and ending up in a room that is not the employee lounge, but instead a whole new set of offices and cubicles. Whole new, but also the same.

Okay, now he's upset. Genuinely upset. He's terribly confused and upset and starts crying.

"Help me!" he wails, breaking down fully into tears and cowering away into a corner. "Somebody help me! Please!"

The Vent next to him pops open.

"Gooday Timmy" The Cube says as he exits bring a tea pot, fold up chairs, and those portable table things.

"Care for a spot of tea my good chap?" The Cube says still setting up the tea and table.

Doomsday shows up in dad!Jon's office as instructed. These last few weeks have been hell for her and has left her with little patience. Still, she's trying her best to be as patient and kind as possible under the circumstances. It might not seem like it but it truly is a struggle for her.

"Hi. Doomsday," she says, holding her hand out for Stellan to shake if he wants to. He might note that her touch is noticeably cooler than that of a living person's, but that's the least of the giveaways that she is in fact dead considering her overall appearance. "Can I see his body? Jon's? I can actually see souls and I- Well I don't mean any offense but I would like to see for myself."

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Stellan fortunately doesn't waste time with pleasantries or beating around the bush. He's completely serious even in his full on cowboy outfit, two futuristic guns, a sword and a scanning device attached to his belt. He shakes her hand and then leads her to the bedroom where they put the unconscious Jonathan, explaining on the way what had happened.

"None taken. Maso and Phos- Phobos examined the body yesterday and Phobos said his soul was gone. I scanned him again but honestly I would love a third opinion. I want to be completely sure."

He steps aside to let her in.

Jonathan is laying in a bed, his tie and coat removed to make him more comfortable - not that he'd feel any of that. His body is rigid and still, barely breathing. His eyes are closed too but if she'd lift up his eyelids, she would see the usual, healthy glow of his irises has faded completely.

Stellan stands there and waits silently as she inspects him.