If you’ve ever had to work in an office where the air conditioning isn’t working properly, it’s sort of like that. Only rather than being weirdly hot or weirdly cold, it’s weirdly weird, and stuff keeps trying to eat your soul.
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Lemrin: Thirteen? Did they finally get the ectoplasmic fail-safe working in there again?
Skellaron: Nope. That room is crazy haunted.
Burrstruck: I have spoken to the Estates Team and they assure me 1B13 should once again be fully operational and safe for teaching.
Lemrin: Aren’t there any other rooms available?
Burrstruck: 1B13 is the room you’ve been assigned.
Burrstruck: If you wish to find an alternate room, you’ll need to take that up with Timetabling.
Burrstruck: And now if you’ll excuse me, I have urgent matters to attend to that demand I be anywhere but here.
Reen: What an asshole.
Skellaron: So are you going to talk to Timetabling?
Lemrin: Ugh. I will give you literally any amount of money to do that instead of me.
Skellaron: Are we talking actual money here?
Skellaron: Or something that looks like money right up to the point I try to spend it? And then it turns into coal or goldfish or whatever.
Lemrin: I did that one time and it was to teach you a valuable lesson.
Skellaron: That you’re a cheap bastard?
Lemrin: A lesson it heartens me to hear you have learned to this very day.