FOREST COVERED: IC CONTACT

[standingonmyneck]

"If this is a prank call, then hang up and know that someone is always watching. For all other calls, remain on the line to spout out your word vomit. You have thirty seconds."

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[standingonmyneck]

I still have precautionary protective gear. Just in case we do leave Hell's waiting room..

[She's already been through her worst hell. She can't assume things couldn't get worse. That just opens your gut out. That would literally have been the last thing she would say in the matter before the new books arrived.]

I dusted off the cobwebs just for you. But really, there's nothing more derelict than that side of the holiday section.

[ryosan]

Is that so? I'd imagine a place like this could have a hidden room of abandoned books. Unspeakable horrors of their own.

[Now, is he just entertaining the idea for fun, or is this an overactive imagination influenced by the things that he's been reading? Or maybe he's dead serious. Mysteries... much like the potential """treasures""" that could have been forgotten here. Apparently.]

This one will do, for now.

[He raises The Human Santapede, fully intent on leaving those recommendations for the following week.]

[standingonmyneck]

Think we could tell that to the tourists? That horrors greater than they could possibly imagine resides in these walls?

[Alright, but she'll just kind of shove them to the side for later. You know, customer service. Too lazy to put them back, which ever.]

[ryosan]

[Forgiven. To be fair, he was the one that put her through the trouble of finding them. She may as well put them to the side, since he'll be back soon.]

That would work in your favour, if the plan was to drive them away.

[Unprofessional? Probably.]

Lay eyes on anything worse than holiday horror, and they're unlikely to ever be the same again.