The room is big enough for four times as many people as we have, which is nice; we don't have people getting on each others' nerves quite so badly. The foxwere that Ob had been talking to sticks close to me; I think she took his nonsense about my magical shovel a bit too seriously.
If we make it out of this, I'm going to find Ob and take my magical shovel and stick it where the sun don't shine.
Pandora joins me at the door with a nasty-looking dagger in one hand. I remind myself not to crowd her in case things get hairy. Patti and Monty move in a couple of those huge water bottles for a water cooler. I wonder if we're supposed to use sippy straws, 'cause none of us will be able to lift it.
Then Ob shows up with the water cooler itself and lifts the bottle effortlessly into place.
Showoff.
Just for meanness, I goose Patti as she goes by and get a little eep! in return.
I love that sound.
It breaks some of the tension; there are a few laughs and even a smattering of applause.
Ob stops by the door for a little chat. "There's plenty of water," he says, "and there's even a small freezer over in the corner with bagged ice. Bathroom's in the very back to your right, but only one. Whatever happens, it won't last long. Either this will be over by tomorrow morning, or - ". He shrugs.
"We'll make it," I assure him. "We have to. I owe you for the 'magic shovel', and I plan to collect."
He grins and closes the door. Nothing to do now but wait.
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