D started to fidget with the hem of his hoodie, he always fidgeted when he was around new people or when he was nervous. And meeting people made him a tad nervous, well it made him a good bit nervous. "So, Ami, who is Mr. Vivace anyway? I know he runs the place and all, but do you think he could really help me sort this thing out?" D asked walking along side Ami.
Molly, lost in her own little world, leaned up against the wall next to a copier machine. She sipped her cup of coffee while the copier ran copies of her notes. Everything had been going smoothly until the machine began to beep. Grumbling she pried herself from her happy place, "What is it now?" She looked at the copier's screen, out of toner. Her slim shoulders slumped forward, "What? I just put a new cartridge of toner in!"
Molly opened up the copier and took out the toner cartridge. She shook it and could feel that it was still full and put it back inside. The machine beeped again and a message flashed 'Error'. "You've got to be kidding me." She picked up her copies and left leaving a sign on the front of the machine that simply read '>:('.
So began Molly's quest to find a working copier. As she made her way down the hallway her nose began to twitch. Oh great she thought, she tried to free a hand to cover her nose but by the time she freed a hand she had already sneezed. Her notes went airborne.
"Joy."
Today just wasn't in Molly's favor or so she thought.
(OOC: for the record, Molly's bit is open.)
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