An Appointment With An Anomaly

[Ookalf]

...That's true. I guess it is surprising that she manages that...

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: *blinks as an inkling of a thought passes through her brain* The last per-son with that chair was not nice.

[Ookalf]

Hm? *Circe turns her focus back to Gilda.* Are you talking about the couch I'm sitting on, or...?

[AmbushCat]

*Gilda shakes her head and points at the chair behind her desk.*

[Ookalf]

Ah. ..,Is that relevant somehow?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: Man was a big jerk. A huge~ jerk. Super freaky. I come in, write numbers all over his papers, and he started screeeeaming~

[Ookalf]

...Are you talking about the previous manager of this place or something? What happened, exactly?

[AmbushCat]

#46: *from the kitchen* Eh, the guy was throwing some hissy fit about "the world's biggest bimbo" figuring out what was wrong with the apartments before he could.

*Gilda nods repeatedly.*

[Ookalf]

Really? That's... pretty impressive, actually. Then did he just quit or something?

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: Quit?... Oh, quit. *smiles* Yes, yes! After hitting me with his own desk.

[Ookalf]

Really? A whole desk? That sounds painful.

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: Nah, not really~ *looks deep in thought for a moment* ...Why didn't it hurt...?

#46: *can be heard facepalming* Gilda, you're a %$&(*ing dragon girl. Of course it wasn't going to hurt you.

[Ookalf]

Ah, that would do it all right. *Circe nods.* And then I suppose you just took over after that.

[AmbushCat]

Gilda: Yup. I have a life now~!

#46: *playful snark* Such as it is.

[Ookalf]

Right... Well, that was a fascinating story. You have anything else to share?