Some Guy Or Something
PR Department: Eye of the Storm
Valentine stormed through the PR department door like a bat out of hell. A foul start to a day often only lead to a worse final outcome, considering working for a demon was, unsurprisingly, hellish. That and Aaminah was Valentine's primary work partner. Truth be told, they were surprisingly fond of the genasi. The girl's heart was in the right place and she did have an undeniable talent. However, she often goofed off on the clock, an offense that Valentine took a little too personally.
Unfortunately, as Hurricane Valentine hit the PR department, they spied Aaminah making her getaway. "Where exactly are you off to, Aaminah?" The tone was snappy, despite the most transparent of attempts to hide the annoyance.
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val
(Gonna quickly retcon my location since Josef left)
Nyara's Personal Lab, somewhere in R&D
"YES! MUHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"
"I HAVE DONE IT!!!!"
He stared deeply into the jelly-filled doughnut in his hand
"I have finally bought my 100th doughnut of this year!"
He plopped it in his tendrils, sucking the jelly out and munching on the doughnut.
"Now, right, wasn't I supposed to do something?"
"Oh, right. Meeting. That's a bit important. Okay, whatever."
He sighed, and was on the way out of his lab, on route to this seemingly rather important meeting.
PR Department
Aaminah thought she would be done with the 'have you done your homework?' type of shit when she left her parent's house and move into her own apartment, yet here she was, steps away from hanging out with her friends, frozen in place where she stand when an authority figure called her out for not doing the work she was supposed to do.
"H-hey, Valentine!" She said before turning around on her heel to face him with a shit eating grin, pushing her index fingers against each other and roll her eyes to the ceiling to make herself look innocent. "I-I was just going to...help plug up some leaks in the maintenance room with my buddies! It's a...very huge hole. Besides, it's not like we have any pending work that we need to do right now, right? Right?"
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"I don't know. All I know is that I want to cut him open. I want to let him suffer. Look at all of this paper. He did this. So I guess Salmon." Johnny grabs the pen again and begins filling out more forms.
Sorry for how short this one was. Couldn't think of many ways to expand it.
edited 19th Apr '16 7:36:24 AM by gregnes2000
"Well, I think he's, uhh...the second-cousin of a board member. Or something." Gerald shrugged, the infinite labyrinth of this company's hiring practices being one of the few riddles he hadn't cracked yet. "He also graduated from some, uh, Ivy League school, which considering the money he probably comes from isn't surprising."
"I'd, uh, probably refrain from threatening to kill him. I've had worse, much worse. I had to file a presentation in front of 100 people with 3 days of paperwork because someone decided to let their friend use their company parking spot."
Break Room - Emilia Shade
"Heyyy, fluffy tail- I mean, Mirai~" Emilia casually waved to the R&D kitsune as she paid absolutely no attention to her. "Watcha looking for...? Battery...? What kind...?"
Emilia bobbed up and down for a moment while waiting for a response before a thought occurred to her. "Ooh... we should probably to our offices soon, right? Mirala, Koko...?"
Break Room
"One of the very high capacity ones I use to make the robots work, power was down earlier so I hooked the coffee maker up to it so that I could still have some coffee.", the kitsune replied before standing back up as she realised it was probably still connected to the coffee machine unless some one bothered it, as such her path quickly changed to go over and check the device.
Some Guy Or Something
PR Department
The gnome rubbed their eyes, feeling the coffee really putting in overtime behind the scenes. Remembering their breathing exercises, Valentine slowly opened their eyes and looked at the genasi as she slipped towards the door. As much as they hated to admit it, she had a point; no disasters had been passed down the grapevine.
"Sure, go ahead..." muttered Valentine, before regaining their usual annoyed tone. "But if I hear that you're only getting in the way of actual workers, you're getting the coffee bill next month."
"Evii is right though" -Saturn "I didn't know you were a bitch Evii." -Lior Val
The Fantabulous
Maintenance Access
Gnoop frowned more and more as $ini$ter raged at his suggestion their might be a reason for the missing coffee creamer. He didn't like to make his friends angry, particularly at him and seemed to try and recede into the wall (as much as a 10 ft troll could) as the tirade continued. However, when the irritable dragon admitted defeat and agreed not to hurt the guilty party Gnupr instantly relaxed and broke into a wide, kind smile, "See? You don't need to hurt anyone..."
EK's comment on Aaminah's call made Gnoop shudder a little. Apart from the cringe-worthy pun, caves trolls and fire never mixed well. Not to mention she sometimes acted far too human to make him terribly comfortable, even if he knew she was a genasi. Finally the door was, fixed however and the magic reasserted itself - the door connected to the floor Sini needed, "We'll look for your watch - you probably left it in the stone dust last night." Gnupr promised, shuffling over to the vending machine and giving it a careful examination for dragon-induced damage. For once it was just as he left it, prompting another broad smile as he effortlessly lifted the bulky contraption. "I should probably get this to the break-room before Aaminah comes here."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
PR Department
Holy shit, it actually works, Aaminah thought as she was excused. She kept up the grin and held up her hands in a double okay sign and said "Okay, cool, call me when chief needs her art of children of all races holding hands together with rainbows and sunflowers and shits." while she shuffled the remaining distance to the door until at the last step she took one long stride into the portal...
Gnoll and Troll Hole, now plugged up
and that stride turned into a pose on the other side, just in time when the door's fixed. "Hey guys!" she exclaimed with an outstretched hand and a charming facial expression that she practice copying from a Korean K-Pop star. Not that she actually remember the name. What she didn't realize was that Dollar Dollar Bill Y'all was waiting in front of the door and she's essentially sending her to a pimp slap onto the scaley face airport. Oh fuck, she thought, as her practiced face melted changed to match said thought.
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Break Room - Emilia Shade
"Huuuh... I thought the coffee this morning was stronger than usual..." Emilia mused, having been the coffee machine for about half an hour. "Oh well... have fun with that, I guess... Don't want to, but guess I gotta go to the office now..." The ghostly gal casually drifted out from the break room into the lobby...
Causing all the lighting fixtures and monitors to start flickering on and off wildly. With a blink she slid riiiight back into the break room. "So, erm... Fluffyyyyy tail, fluffy taaaaail. Do you think there'd be any side effects if I possessed the coffee maker with your thingy attached...? Just, y'know, for future reference..."
Break Room
After the headless body tumbled out of the door, Miranda let out a sigh of relief. "Finally. Come here." She said, as if ordering her body. Though quite a weird thing to do considering she is in control of it.
Nonetheless she moved her body forward, picked up her head, and set it square on her shoulders. turning it from side to side to make sure it was staying on for a bit. "Perfect."
The Gnoll and Troll Hole
Oh fuck. EK'd forgotten something about the doors.
"Telfrag risk! Out the way!" She growled, and threw a powerful snap kick straight at $$'s torso to get him out of the way. The second 'e' in 'Telefrag' was always hard to pronounce, and there were limbs and lives on the line if she didn't do this, no time for proper speech. As the door switched from Dragon's Hoard to PR she saw Aaminah's arm right where $$'s face was a moment ago. She brought her leg down, cautiously eyed Aaminah, and kept giggling amidst a stress comedown. "Ugh. Hey Aaminah. That was close. No idea how safe the doors are."
Legal Department: Johnny, Gerald, Laithe
"Still," Johnny says with a very small smile, "I'm good at making people disappear without a trace. Something tells me a milk thief wouldn't stand a chance." Johnny spins his chair around to face his fellow employees. "Besides, I've done a lot worse for a lot less." Then he turns back to the papers. "I can't imagine that Treasury is very happy about this either. That's a lot of money out the window. $ is probably having a fit..." Johnny stops for a second. "I'm gonna go file the papers I finished up." Johnny gets up, grabs some paper, and walks off... Only to walk right back. "Also, where do you file physical paper?" It only occurred to him just now that he's done most of his work digitally.
One Brunch Man
Gnoll and Troll Hole: Door Prize
$ini$ter let out a stifled smile at EK’s chuckle, as if he was trying to be too cool to laugh along and failing. As the door to Dragon’s Hoard opened: “You got it.” He gave them a short two-fingered salute, and made to step through.
But before you could say “You’ve never had a friend like me,” $ini$ter found himself in what was easily the third-worst pose-related personal-injury suit he’d been a part of. Luckily, he was on the receiving end this time. Even more luckily, EK proved 100% bro as she reared back and planted a foot in his torso to save his face. Not so luckily, the burst of freaky deaky hyena strength caused his feet to leave the ground, and he hit the ground in a slide. As he came to a stop, the crown of his head sagged back in a burst of forcefully ejected air, allowing him to look underneath the vending machine.
There, covered in a thin layer of dust, was his pocket knife.
“Son of a… bitch…” He gasped out, momentarily dazed, his thoughts once more turned to his eternal foe.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
"You, uh...uhhhh..."
Well, that was certainly an issue that couldn't be described succinctly. You had to file that paper in a LOT of places, with many people, and one misplaced file could mean potentially weeks of delay. Some of it was obvious, but a good amount had to be faxed to very specific places and he doubted that they had the time to lay out where to file what for each sheet. This was something that could only be dealt with by a professional: him.
"...Uh, just send it to me," Gerald said after a brief pause. "It isn't much extra workload for me."
Break Room - Emilia Shade
After a long deathly silence that reminded her of her own condition, Emilia shifted rather uncomfortably in place.
"...well... umm... I'm gonna go see if I can find someone to help with this... see you guys at the office..." Emilia waved lazily to her coworkers before sinking through the ground. EK was an electrician, right? Maybe she'd know what to do with a battery charged ghost making devices go screwy.
...or at least serve as a convenient excuse to say hi.
Legal Department
"Wonderful. Here you go." Johnny hands him a very large stack of filled out paper. "I'm going to go get a coffee. Stupid milk stealing piece of..." Johnny heads over to the break room.
Break Room
"Hey guys." Johnny says to his other coworkers as he grabs a cup and heads for the coffee machine. "Did you hear about that creamer conspiracy? Costs us a lot of paperwork."
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Legal Department
Laithe watched it all, not entirely sure what to say
"I should get back to work. I'll see you guys later, ok?"
She went back to her office and began to do more reseach.
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'''so a gnoll and a troll walks into a hole..."
Welp, at least when Aaminah have to file an accident report later, she's not solely to blame, as she saw that EK kicks the dragon down the stairs to save him from the telefrag. That Aaminah was about to cause.
While the dragon tumbled down the stair and stared rather vividly at something under the vending machine, Aaminah turned towards EK and pretend that stuff is small business and said "So hey, EK! Been a while since I talk to you. Oh, by the way, have you seen the boss around? Usually she'll pile me with loads of goddamn adverts projects and have me draw 10 to 20 million sketches before she finds the one that scratches her gooches. How's it being?"
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Maintenance
"Boss's never down here..." EK grumbled at Aaminah. She shrugged. Woman was too busy (too good) to bother with the maintenance staff, and that's how she liked it. EK could chill with her own crowd without upper management trying to Michael Scott it. Aaminah was, she figured, one of the exceptions here. "Your guess's good as mine. Prolly out drinking still. Why, you need work from Gnoop and I?"
Maintenance Department - Emilia Shade
From the vending machine came a sudden rumbling, shaking it from its very foundations as its lights flickered on and off erratically. This flickering was soon joined by the room's (hallway's?) lights, and one after another snacks pushed forth into the "Open" tab of the snack machine, as if in late offering to the dragon for all his stolen change. Suddenly, everyone's phones began ringing all at once...
...As Emilia popped through the vending machine glass, slightly glowing blue. "Heyyy, Erin Eek... I, um... have a weird sitch going on..." She looked up at the flickering lights. "Ohh, it's happening here too... Is it me? I think it's me..."
"I'll check the wires." EK said to Emilia, eyeing the lights. "Ectoplasm in the copper, maybe. Or residual ghost juice touching it. I dunno. Aaminah had something for us too, though, so..." She sort of awkwardly thumbed over her shoulder. "Gotta do that first."
"I'm pretty sure I have higher confidentiality than you, Gerald. Also, Johnny, what kind of fish? There are a couple of different techniques for different species."
FIIIIIIISH. Inwardly drooling, Laithe thought about the different types of fish she had encountered, and more importantly, the types of fish she hoped to encounter.
"Why did we hire Kavinsky anyway?"
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