ooc: 'Click'! And here we are. Day number whatever we're on.
As the hazy sun of Oddworld let its presence be known, at an hour long before any hardworking creature has a right to be up, let alone an over-paid, under-worked glukkon director, Dionysia found and approached the door of the executive rest room. She glanced at the dusty clock abovce the door: any normal glukkon wouldn't be awake for another hour at least.
With a nasty grin, she knocked loudly on the door and swung it noisily open and stepped through. She was standing in the entrance to a well furnished room, complete with thick carpet and slightly wonky chandilier (alright, I know the spelling is terrible. I'd like to see you do better). At one side was a door leading to what was probably the executive 'bedroom' from which the sound of glukkons being woken much earlier in the morning than they should have been was ommiting (I'm assuming you have nothing against that Dripik).
As they say, the early scrab catches the scrub. Having gone to the rest room an hour or so before the rest of the staff, Stivik was, by his own observations, one of the first to rise. He noticed rather quickly that certain people weren't in there, like that big bro: Tango or Waltz or something. And Dek.
Also Anni, which wasn't so bad. He couldn't remember any of them coming in the night before. He glanced at the clock. It was a while before the boss would be up. He'd go check on Anni.
Getting up, he pulled his box from under his bed and strapped it to his pants. Then he left the rest room and, pausing at the door, smiled to himself and slammed it behind him.
The noise of the door slamming sent Jim out of his dreams of being chased by sligs with what his dream told him was a gun shot and his head quickly told him was the door slamming. He looked around nervously at the sligs in the room and squirmed into the corner, trying to look insignificant.
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