Morose

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

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The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

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Tryke Lockley

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Location: The Commissary

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Tryke paused for a moment, mulling over Marx's words. His amazingly crafted arm had endeared him to her already, to the extent that she wasn't irritated by the newcomer. But Silvia? She continued to go back and forth about whether or not she was the best thing to happen to the Tower or the worst thing. Picking at her food, Tryke mulled it over. "How often does Silvia make life a living hell for repair crews?" she asked bluntly. She figured it was possible that Silvia had had a monstrously awful day, and that she usually wasn't this brash and violent.

But on the other hand, and Tryke prayed to whatever gods were in the universe this wasn't true, it could have only been the beginning. Still, she couldn't help but find her endorphins rush to her head as she saw the arm. Blushing slightly at Marx's comment, her eyes widened in amazement at his explanation. "That's incredible!" Tryke gushed. Like an art collector getting a chance to touch an ancient statue thought to be missing, Tryke delicately placed her fingertips on the arm. She flipped her scanner glasses on, going through each setting as she examined the masterpiece.

"No, this arm is to die for," Tryke agreed, nodding enthusiastically, her eyes still huge. "It almost makes you wish you had an accident to require this. You got anything else like this?"

She swooned slightly, continuing to look over the piece of pure customizable beauty. It wasn't so often she ran into someone who understood the greatness that could be achieved by machines. Too often, they were used, abused, and tossed aside. Marx seemed to understand the elegance to them, the perfection that could be achieved! Perhaps Silvia's arrival at the tower wasn't that bad, as it brought this amazing person there.

The Office

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Date: Monday August 1st, 2016 ~ 10:15 AM

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@The Whacko @Fabricant451 @AbysmalDemon @samreaper @sakurasan @QueenOfTheBee @fluorescent

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The Meeting has finally ended, and it's a little past ten in the morning. Lunch break won't be for another two hours, so it's time to get to work. Are you headed out on sales calls today? Are you pretending to answer customer complaints while looking at Harambe memes? Whatever you're doing, Lady Luck has come for you! Will she be merciful? Or will she be horrid? Only the dice can tell, my friends...Only the dice...

@QueenOfTheBee: Emily answers the phone. The office actually lucked out with this one, it could've been your major client bailing on you! But no. Instead, it's a fuming Scottish woman. It probably won't take Emily more than a minute to realize it's Aidan's ex-wife. Now, you could transfer the call to Aidan's office...But do you really want to put Aidan in a grumpier mood today? Hanging up sounds good, right?

@The Whacko: Looks like Ed might want to double check the peer review packets. If he happens to look closely at one of them, he'll notice they aren't in English. In fact, everything is in Spanish! Seems there must have been some sort of mix up, but it isn't like Rose is around to deal with that, right? Can't be mad at a dead woman, now can you?

@AbysmalDemon: Once Chris goes back to his desk, he'll find a rather rude and curt email waiting for him. One of his largest clients, the New Castle Tribune, has decided to switch to another paper company. Apparently they didn't care for the conduct of one of the salesmen in the last meeting, but they didn't mention who. Ouch. That'll put a big dent in his commissions, right? Hopefully Aidan doesn't find out...

@sakurasan: Okay, so not the luckiest of rolls....But hey, beats what happened to Rose! Alastair gets a massive stomach pain, and it doesn't seem to be getting any better. It's either something he ate, or somehow, it's one of Chris' latest pranks. Curling into the fetal position by your desk may be an option, but is that really what you want to do?

@Fabricant451: Head of Sales and Assistant to the Regional Manager brings a lot of responsibility with it. You're cc'ed on the email sent to Chris, detailing all about how he lost a major client for the company. Time to crack the whip, right? Or maybe you've decided to give the man a break? Nah, that'd be too easy. Hopefully your Peer Review doesn't keep you from dealing with this matter.

All other characters can find their updates below. :) Mostly in Aidan's.

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Aidan Ferguson

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Location: The Conference Room ---> Main Office Area; Dunder Mifflin

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Aidan sighed. Once again, it seemed that HR was conspiring to keep his workers busy with other tasks. Glancing down at this watch, he frowned slightly. "Very well. Eduard, this better be quick, got it?" He glared slightly at the man, a bit uncharacteristic of him. He usually didn't mind what Eduard did, but a twenty page peer review? The entire thing sounded ghastly, a conspiracy to keep people from working.

Glancing over at the new face, Aidan arched an eyebrow. He hadn't even called in the temps, and already, people were here for interviews. It was a bit impressive, to say the least. And a good sign about the girl. "Wait by reception, Fischer will check you all in."

Nodding at her curtly, Aidan stood up and left the conference room, pulling out his mobile. A quick email pecked out and sent to the temp agency, ensuring that June, William, and Tom would be sent over promptly. Sometimes, Aidan pondered hiring those temps on permanently, given how frequently they ended up coming out to the office.

Except for Tom. He hated Tom.

Others have begun to show up for the accountant interviews. They mill around the reception desk area, chatting with each other, and glaring daggers at Kayla. If dogs can smell fear, well, these folks can smell talent. Jaina Sarybe, Mara Scelus, Ivy Isley, and Édouard Riviere are all there, with nerves running high. There are two accountant spots vacant. The entire group is a bit cutthroat, despite none of them having any qualifications for the job aside from Kayla.

"You lot, sign in with Fischer," Aidan ordered, motioning towards the dopey blonde with the pudding bowl haircut. He ran his hands through his hair, before spotting the timid girl by reception. She looked like she fit the part, and with a noncommittal grunt, Aidan walked over to her. "Hold my calls until these interviews are done, understood? Especially if it's my ex-wife."

It didn't matter to him that he didn't spend a single minute interviewing Amy. In his opinion, receptionists were at the bottom of the pecking order. Anyone could do that job. In fact, if the girl hadn't shown up, Chris would've been filling in. A stranger was much preferable to that walking and talking nightmare. "Once they're all signed in, send them into my office one at a time. Got it? Good."

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Aidan paused, his lips pushing forward slightly as he nodded his head. The camera crew wasn't wrong, after all. It was a bit of an unorthodox hiring process at Dunder Mifflin New Castle, but they had the sales to prove its effectiveness. "Why did I hire that girl on the spot? Well, it's simple..." Turning his computer around, a news article depicting a car crash from earlier that day. Rose Peters had been killed, a vehicular homicide. Raising his eyebrows twice in rapid succession, Aidan turned the screen around. "No doubt bloody Ed is going to try to pray over this--but really, we need a receptionist, the girl came in, doesn't seem to be too much of a moron."

Taking a sip out of his mug, filled with Irish Coffee, Aidan winked slightly at the cameras. The focus switched momentarily from him to showing the line of potential accounting candidates standing outside. A few of the crew members were interviewing them currently. "We're bringing in some temps for the meantime," Aidan explained, shrugging slightly. "People seem to scramble to get out of here, for some reason...It's like we're an Old Folks home and everyone dies at once! Bad for business, if you ask me."

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Gwen Westbrook

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Location: The Conference Room ---> Her Desk (9); Dunder Mifflin

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Gwen rolled her eyes at Chris. Sometimes, it seemed like she was the mature one and he was the teenaged intern. As dorky as he was, she still couldn't help but enjoy hanging out with him. He was an excellent shield, serving to distract others, and thus let Gwen do whatever she pleased. "You act like I didn't see you fix it," Gwen whispered back, a subtle smirk on her lips.

Snickering at Chris' next comment, Gwen silently closed her book and set down her pencil. There wasn't much more point to the meeting, with things being clear the way they were. Aidan was going to go ballistic if peer reviews took forever, and Eduard guaranteed that they would take forever. As soon as she could, Gwen left the Conference Room, snatching a pair of earbuds from a desk. They wouldn't mind if she borrowed them, right? Putting them in, she turned her phone on shuffle, and began to listen to music. Whistling on as she did, Gwen sat down in her desk.

The peer reviews could wait. For now, unless she was told to go help someone, it was time to get back into Harry Potter. And maybe text her girlfriend, as soon as Elise got off from work. Her job was considerably cooler--she was interning at a lab, and while she mostly just cleaned beakers, it beat working at a paper company any day.

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"Why do so many people leave Dunder Mifflin, you mean?" Gwen reiterated, pausing a moment to collect her thoughts. Since arriving at the company, she'd seen dozens of people leave, only to be replaced by new faces. Those new faces hardly lasted very long, giving off the impression that more people were hating the company than was true. "Aidan expects a lot from people...Well, not the interns, but...I think it scares people off? And every now and then, when he's pissed off, he gets really Scottish about it."

She laughed slightly, her eyes darting over towards her boss, as he furiously typed out an email on the far too tiny phone. Her dimples revealed themselves as she smiled, and she brushed her hair over her shoulder. "I mean, not too many people want to be shouted at by an angry Scottish dude, right? That's not something in the job description."

The Office

@Fabricant451 Thanks for the post, hun! :) Still waiting on a post from @samreaper but I think I can whip up a update with what we've got now.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Pundii You wish :P

@Sohtem: Friendly reminder that you're on day 5 of your post counter :)

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

@Din Sounds great! :D

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

Question -- Because Batman practically has to show up now, do you want to play him? :)

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

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Edwina Fairfax & The Joker

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Location: The Joker's Hideout
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman

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Edwina giggled, hearing Nyt mute Cheetah. She'd started to relax more around the feline loving woman, despite her trying to send Eddie and Nyt to their graves the day before. For a person who always held grudges and was uncompromising, Edwina was being surprisingly...forgiving. Of course, she hardly noticed the change herself. Life on the run does that to you.

"You look like my uncle barfed on a Victoria Secret model," Edwina snickered. All of the costumes in the room were awful, each of them screaming killer clown. At least Barbara appeared to be happy with hers. "I gather you've tangled with the Bat before, then."

She forced a bit of a smile, before heading back out into the main room with the others. The Joker cackled upon seeing them, falling out of his chair with glee. The insane clown stayed there for a good minute, the dogs rushing over to the trio, and circling them. "Down, babies, down!" the Joker instructed. "Right, the plan is simple...Kill anyone who gets in our way. Take the money. Get away. Got it? Love it? Good~!"

Edwina frowned. "And the innocent people?"

The Joker laughed a bit at her, wiping a tear away from his eye. "They don't talk, they'll be fiiiiiiine! Batsy will see to it!"

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

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Edwina Fairfax & The Joker

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Location: Gotham ---> The Joker's Hideout
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah Woman

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The Joker cackled a bit at Nyt's comment, before withdrawing onto a makeshift throne. The two dogs rushed over to him eagerly, but he waved them away. They were Harley's babies, after all. Not his. He didn't feel a shred of responsibility towards the mutts, though the thought of feeding the Bat to them had become a frequent dream of his.

Edwina sighed a bit, entering the costume storage room. All of the costumes were those commonly associated with clowns. After a bunch of searching, sighing, searching again, and some cursing, Edwina ended up in an outfit similar to this. There was some makeup, designed to help conceal their identities. She would've preferred to just change her own image through her powers, but she new she needed to focus. A small eternity later, Edwina's face was painted the same white as the Joker's skin, with little clown like symbols covering it.

"I look horrid, don't I?" she lamented, glancing over at Nyt.

A Perilous New Order: Echo and Lucifer [Morose x Din]

@Din Nice! :)