By: Daiyu Tang
Recently the Observer Office has been a place where it has to be said I am a little nervous about coming into work. These days I rotate between offices in different parts of Hathian and it has to be said, work from home, just a little. Trying to convince Stanley that this is acceptable is rather hard, but there we go.
Anyway, another day and another potential news story. Two women (as seen in the CCTV image) approached the office and claimed, (from outside the safety of the locked door) they were here to sell a story. The Observer does indeed pay freelancers and while I was concerned there were perhaps Mormons or something on the loose, I saw no one I recognised and nothing untoward when glancing through the slats of the shutters. Yes, yes, dear reader. I didn’t see the water pistols that must have been concealed behind their backs, but I still practiced further safety and only partially opened the door.
The result?
My face and hair drenched. Initially I was worried about acid. Drugs. Something Hathian and awful. But thankfully as my face wasn’t melting, I recovered and having flung the door open wide to their retreating forms shot them full of… shouted insults about their ways after them!
In the grand scheme of Hathian, this is just a prank. It might even be funny. It would be lovely to organise a water pistol fight sometime. Maybe the Observer could sponsor one? What do you think dears?
