Most staff discovered that correspondence from Bremner did have a use, after all, though how the Maintenance staff tasked with unblocking the drains now clogged with manilla envelopes will feel about that remains to be seen.
Students were less lucky. Once the enterprising few had raided all the paper serviettes from Java and the paper hand towels from the disabled toilet in Arts, their options were rather more limited. Being Tuesday, the Monday Paper had yet to arrive, and using their class notes seemed like a waste of having fought for that last standing spot on the Jammie Shuttle to get to Campus.
So, perhaps predictably, as bladders got fuller, classes got emptier, and shuttles got fuller.
Coffee queues shortened.
SuperCare staff, tired of being shouted at, went into hiding.
It was like the Rapture, only... the Rupture?