Missing inventory food from the Kitchen.
A quiet evening where the ministry is at it's peaceful moment for once, no fuss or rush around, just quiet. The Kitchen was empty at this time as the lunch rush was over and the clean up was quick too. The sound of the fridge hummed softly, masking the sound of some soft pitter patter of feet entering the room trying their best to be quiet, to be unbeknownst to anyone. The figure, a cautious ghoullete was looking around then her eyes landed on the pantry and fridge. With slow movements, she walks over to the pantry first and carefully opens it, peeking in. Her stomach growls audibly making her softly whimper, "only take what you need..." she whispered then moved grabbing some apples, snacks like chips and granola bars. She thinks and gets bread slices into a baggie, some peanut butter cups. The young lady places each item into her homemade backpack, then she exits and moved to the fridge and processed to fill a small bottle of milk, then she takes the left over foods from dinner and lunch. Just as she is about to leave, her tail bumps a hanging pot by accident knocking it down. She frozed in fear...
"Thanks. It was many weeks planning the decor and windows and everything. If I didn't have anything else, this whole building is a glorious reminder of her." The purple ghoul didn't change face but there was a slight somber shift in his black and orange eyes that was promptly brushed off as he charged forward with more words. He couldn't get sappy and emotional in front of some rando.
"I can't think of a single reason why you wouldn't be welcomed," he scoffed, not with malice, through a mouthful of watermelon, "and trust me, the high ups are definitely aware of your presence. Them and some. The only freak around here who managed to sneak by any of us was Perpetua being a dramatic dick."
"Yeah I been doing tattoos for a few decades now. I got one other artist in the studio who rents out from me. His name is Beetle. I did have another one but she moved to New Mexico," Tab shoulders offered a little shrug, "so I'm just waiting on another artist that catches my eye and puts in the work. I'm pretty selective with picking people out because I want a variety of work and a good atmosphere so people actually enjoy and get along with everybody. It's a nice safe third space."
"Friends is definitely a way to put it. More accurate to say he scooped me up though. Metaphorically. He couldn't actually pick me up. He gets the privilege of getting picked up in my nice car unless I'm mad at him or he fucks up like I have to pick him up from somewhere in the middle of the night. Then he gets picked up in my bright ass neon green jeep. He hates it." Tab snickered to himself at the thought of Terzo glaring at him or attempting to shield his face from any passersby when that neon brick rolled up. Sometimes the ghoul didn't even have to be mad or upset to pull up in the thing. Sometimes it was just a jeep day. After closing the now empty tupperware container and setting it aside, Tab cleaned backwards on the kitchen island on his elbows. If a Sister were to catch him he would be told off immediately and likely whacked with a spoon if the right Sister came along,
"The Papas are always busy with something, same with the Cardinals. All the band ghouls are getting a much earned vacation so unless some decided to take a little LOA then they're around here too. On top of the dozens of people and ghouls and shit around who make this place run, you're bound to find somebody to fuck around with."