Issue 1 Downtime

Wanda disliked using pallet jacks, but actually carrying the pallets of food was more awkward than maintenance was willing to risk. So now she was pulling one along near the dining hall, loaded with stuff that she had to drop off at various places in the building.

John trudged across her path, not entirely mindful of his surroundings. He seemed depressed, though with his features it could be difficult to tell.

Wanda hauled the jack up short, getting it stopped just fine, although some of the boxes decided to make a break for it and tumbled to the floor.

That got his attention.

"Oh God... I'm sorry. I... I wasn't looking..." he sighed.

"Here, let help," he said, kneeling to help pick up the boxes.

Wanda worked to put the boxes back on the pile as well, "Something wrong, John?"

"It's... just not a good day for me..." he answered.

"Want to talk about it?"

"I... shouldn't burden you with it..." he answered. It wasn't like him to hide his problems quite that way, but his past had never quite hurt the way it should before either.

"Well, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I don't mind listening."

"Maybe... but not here."

"Okay, well I've got more drop offs to make, so if it's not here, it'll have to wait until I'm done with work," she said, easily getting the jack moving again.

"Okay. I'll probably be in my room. 304."

"Okay, I'll be by when I'm done."

"Alright," he nodded, smiling slightly, "For now I... should really go eat something."

"Well, you're in the right place for that," she joked.

"That I am," he said, smiling slightly more.

[Just start a dorm thread when ready]

"See you later," Wanda said, continuing about her rounds.