The Management Director Is Busy
The Management Director is busy. "What to do."
When in doubt, it's time for some gallery scrolling.
Every time it sees me, it wails loudly and tries to back away, so I thought maybe the environment was bad. I ripped off some stone and wallpaper from the museum to decorate, but it's still doing it. What's the cause?
"They helped a lot at first, but now they're getting weird."
Everyone's lost their human touch. No more fluffy affection either.
No choice but to head to the Anomaly Gallery.
Aside from Judak and some anonymous lurker, no one left comments. At this rate, I'd have to bump the post myself.
Vroom—
A call came in, so regrettably, no time for that.
"Hello?"
"Director, you got time? It's not much, just a short training session for the newbies at the Response Agency..."
"Possible. Heading over now."
Busy times. Even busier lately.
Guess I gotta go when duty calls.
I stroked the heads of the Weeping Angels. That awkward, smooth texture felt so good. A sensation unique to them.
Whoa—fucking texture is totally possible.
The only downside? The statues were starting to crack a bit.
Maybe adjusting to the new environment? I'd have to look into solutions more. But one thing I could assure them of.
"I'm not giving up on you kids, okay?"
1. Never reveal identifiable locations or gender. If you did, sorry. The gallery can't help. Swiftly become one with it.
2. If you encounter a black-haired man in floral patterns, close your eyes. He will tell you to follow. Obey meekly. You have no choice.
3. If you are female or asexual, recite military oaths and march songs everywhere. Make him think you've become TS. Important: repeat, make him think you've become TS.