thesupersmeller

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In permanent marker across the top:

FOR OFFICIAL PSYCH BUSINESS ONLY.
THAT MEANS YOU, SHAWN

[ooc: Just a silly place for Gus, Shawn, Juliet and anyone who wants to play along to leave irrelevant messages.]

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In the upper left corner:

[ooc: Please feel free to clutter. Only Gus cares about neatness.]

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*post-it, immediately below*

Man, I wanted to be green.

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[written at the bottom of the new post-it]

You'll be blue and you'll like it.

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*written very deliberately in a multi-colored pattern*

Oh yeah?

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[pasted on top of the offending post-it in thick black all-caps]

MARKERS HAVE BEEN MOVED. PLEASE SEE GUS FOR ASSIGNED MARKER SINCE *SOMEONE* CAN'T FOLLOW A BASIC COLOR SCHEME.

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(on another post-it, written in plain old boring ballpoint pen*

Meanie.

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[on the whiteboard with a big arrow pointing at the new post-it]

<-- HOW IS THIS WORK RELATED?

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*on yet another post-it*

Your dictatorial control of the dry-erase markers is affecting office morale.

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[written at the bottom in black ball-point]

My board, Shawn. Without some sense of order, we may as well be talking to ourselves.

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Red Pen, Pink Sticky, Center of board:

The only thing I really want for my birthday is a nap.

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[black pen, written on the same sticky]

You can have one of those too, after the party.

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[Same square, red Sharpie]

I'm ready to pass out now, forget Saturday.

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[Juliet actually follows Gus' instructions and uses her nice red pen. The note is dead-center, where everyone can properly see it.]

IOU 1 bag of pretzels.

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[Written in green underneath]

Snyders, ranch.

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[crossed out and written in black under that]

Never mind, they were Shawn's. 1 bag of pizza combs please.

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[A few hours later, there's a bag of Ranch Doritos pushpinned rather...forcefully...onto the caulkboard with a stickynote.]

Don't push it, Gus.

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