Sun had completely missed the memo that the barrier had come down for even a moment.
While everyone else was finagling cargo and going about their meet-and-greet, the animatronic jester was continuing to mind his own business, cleaning up. He'd gotten rid of all the trash from the main hall, the side halls, all the way down through the lower levels as well, and had been working on the rooms in which the lights would turn on next. He'd been sorting bits and bobs into various boxes, with paper trash in this one and plastic trash in that one, and had taken to using one of the relatively untouched classrooms upstairs to hold all the boxes of things. He'd figured out already that no Staffbots (or anyone else, for that matter) would regularly come by to empty the garbage cans, and that said cans also didn't simply empty themselves.... which meant he'd have to do something else with it all to get rid of it, or at least reduce it. Maybe they could at least burn the paper stuff that wasn't good enough to use for writing or crafts? the once-wet, dry-again tissue shreds, the splinters of wood in another box, that would all be good to burn, right? There were plenty of boxes in that room now, in various states of full-ness, but it was quickly becoming a good spot to find material based on, well, material.
If someone else was in the building, they might catch sight of him quietly focused on his task, using a broom with a broken handle to clear out some of the floor trash from one of the side areas, pausing to turn it over to use the handle to scrape a stuck bit of it off the floor, and then carrying on again, dumping it all into the nearest trash can for easier transportation....
If someone comes around a corner quickly without looking, they're likely to run into him. SURPRISE, there's a bright yellow sunshine-looking jester, glowing faintly, suddenly right there!
Somewhere inside the school....
While everyone else was finagling cargo and going about their meet-and-greet, the animatronic jester was continuing to mind his own business, cleaning up. He'd gotten rid of all the trash from the main hall, the side halls, all the way down through the lower levels as well, and had been working on the rooms in which the lights would turn on next. He'd been sorting bits and bobs into various boxes, with paper trash in this one and plastic trash in that one, and had taken to using one of the relatively untouched classrooms upstairs to hold all the boxes of things. He'd figured out already that no Staffbots (or anyone else, for that matter) would regularly come by to empty the garbage cans, and that said cans also didn't simply empty themselves.... which meant he'd have to do something else with it all to get rid of it, or at least reduce it. Maybe they could at least burn the paper stuff that wasn't good enough to use for writing or crafts? the once-wet, dry-again tissue shreds, the splinters of wood in another box, that would all be good to burn, right? There were plenty of boxes in that room now, in various states of full-ness, but it was quickly becoming a good spot to find material based on, well, material.
If someone else was in the building, they might catch sight of him quietly focused on his task, using a broom with a broken handle to clear out some of the floor trash from one of the side areas, pausing to turn it over to use the handle to scrape a stuck bit of it off the floor, and then carrying on again, dumping it all into the nearest trash can for easier transportation....
If someone comes around a corner quickly without looking, they're likely to run into him. SURPRISE, there's a bright yellow sunshine-looking jester, glowing faintly, suddenly right there!