Great Carpet Caper

How It Turned Out

After being displaced to lodge with Prep Staff for two days, the human female was tagged and released into her own habitat.  (Her supervisors have hopes she’ll stop chewing the radio collar, but I’m not optimistic.)

Here is the new carpet.


Norns’ nighties!  From a distance it reads as a mottled blue, but up close it’s like the Bifrost threw up.  I am going to be able to camouflage all sorts of dropped paperclips, earrings, and lunch crumbs on this stuff.

Sigyn is tickled, because when the human female put all the do-dads and thingummies back in her office, she brought in a few new items.

Like this teeny-weeny-eeny beakerWhich I defy Sigyn to become trapped in.


Sigyn has just noticed that there is more!



What an astonishing collection of miniature lab glassware!


To quote Sigyn:  “Squee!”


She just needs to find a 5 ml and a 1 ml beaker to complete her set.  The 5 ml is fairly readily available.  The 1 ml size is scarcer than a chilly day in Texas in August.   But this gives me an idea of what to buy her for Yule.

>|: [



Exploring New Digs

While the Great Carpet Caper is happening, the human female is lodging with Prep Staff who, as you may recall, currently number only three.  I’ve been in here a few times before, but now I’m taking a good look around and noticing that a few things are a bit lacking in the up-to-snuff department.

Take this phone junction box, for example:


Why, a body could just tug on one of those exposed wires and who knows what might happen?  (Hello, Taipei?  It’s hot here; how are you?)

I am also discovering the answers to some long-standing mysteries.

Such as where all the pens off the clipboards go.


>|: [


The Powers That Be, deciding that having to deal with laboratory finals, preparing for lecture final exams, trying to hire a new Prep Staffer, and training the two new Prep Staffers is not enough to keep the human female and her coworkers busy, have decreed that the whole office is to be recarpeted!  With four working days’ notice and three days to get everything out of the offices.

Cue the frantic emptying of bookcases, the sequestering of files with sensitive documents, and the filling of lab rooms not in use with everything that cannot simply be shoved into the hallway by movers.

What’s left behind is a sort of post-apocalyptic wasteland of dirty carpet.

Here, under the front office secretary’s desk, we have the Ghosts of Lunches Past.


Also breakfasts and snacks.

It’s easy to see where the copier was.


It’s…it’s almost too gross and gruesome to explore!


Except I’m finding money, so…

>|: [