Morose

The Office

An update has been pushed out. :) With this current group, I think we can keep this thing going. If another person has to be removed from the RP, the group'll be too small, and we'll have to close off the RP. That being said, I'm going to be moving from Tuesday till Monday, so I won't be around very much to send out posting reminders. Keep track of those counters, folks!

The Office

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Aidan & Gerald

The Accountant Interviewing Squad

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Location: Aidan's Office

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After the horrible fiasco of a meeting, Aidan wanted nothing more than to sit down in his desk, and have himself a drink. The antics of his employees had a way of getting to him. Rose was nowhere to be seen, Foster had quit in a drunken rage the night before, and Temperance had already bailed on them. Not even a minute after the meeting had ended, she came into the office, a mess of tears. Someone in her extended family had died, and she was leaving at once for Nebraska, uncertain if she'd ever returned.

They hadn't even finished processing her paperwork. It'd been her first day. She'd worked for perhaps an hour at most. Sighing a bit, Aidan had already managed to fill the day with accountant interviews, only to find he'd need to hire a new Customer Service Representative as well. The New Castle Branch was known for its high rates of turnover, but....this?! This wasn't something he was prepared for.

Gerald rarely got a reason to visit the boss's office and especially by one who didn't want you coming in. And it didn't matter if his presence was wanted or not as the reason for him being called in involved the interviews to the open vacancies in the accountant department. He could barely contain himself, though wanted to avoid antagonizing his boss any further than he was just by standing next to him and contented to bouncing on his heels, giddy with excitement.

Having interviews was already an great experienced; doing the interview yourself multiplied the enjoyment of it by multiple folds. To him, it was a chance to meet new people and the best part? getting to choose who would be working alongside you at the office and not even Aidan's foul mood could spoil it.

"Ivy Isley is up first," Aidan grimaced, irritated at having Gerald right by his side. The boy was far too chipper for his liking. As terrible as it seemed, he anxiously awaited the day that Gerald would come in, crying his eyes out over the death of a loved one. At least he'd then know for certain the boy was human, without resorting to asking him to fill out captchas. "Try frowning once in your life. The smiles are creepy," Aidan advised, motioning for his new receptionist -- what even was her name? -- to send the first candidate in.

With Mr. Ferguson calling to have the first of possible recruits, though heard his comment towards him that he should try frowning every now and then."That I can try, but no promises boss." A brief twisting wave of his hand as he tried to frown; clearly looking force which only held for a few seconds before the tips of his lips started twitching before flinging into a full on smile.

Aidan rolled his eyes, propping his chin up with his hand. Perhaps he'd spring and use some of his Christmas bonus in order to give the kid plastic surgery. His dimples were driving him insane. However, he instantly put on a void expression as the first candidate for the position, Ivy Isley, entered the room. Ivy confidently strode inside, taking a seat. Her gaze was fixated on the token plant in the office.

"Your plant needs water," Ivy said sharply, as if scolding a parent for letting its child play with knives. "I wasn't aware Dunder Mifflin employed murderers."

"You learn things everyday," Aidan grimaced, glancing down at the paperwork they had to fill out for each and every interview. From the information in Ivy's application, she was a botanist from Atlanta, looking for a bit of a change of pace. He raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the woman. "Why do you want to come work in hell, excuse me, Dunder Mifflin New Castle? What makes you qualified?"

Ivy's face didn't show any sign of comprehension. She continued to stare at the plant, as if transfixed. "You really ought to water that plant." She glanced over towards Aidan, and grabbed the plant. Frowning at him, Ivy took it with her, sweeping out of the office without another word.

"Jesus fucking christ, Fischer...." Aidan sighed, before motioning for the next candidate to come inside. He'd let Fischer take the lead on this one, a Ms. Jaina Sarbye. The preliminary background check revealed a brief stay in a mental institution. Delightful.

Fischer, however, held up his mini Elsa figurine, a dopey grin on his face. "I actually didn't want to say anything until later, but gosh, Mr. Ferguson, I guess I have to tell you now! I got hired for Staples!" Gerald's dimples practically fell off from the intensity of his grin, and he hugged his boss tightly, before running out. He ran around the Office in a sort of victory parade, leaving a figurine present for each and every person. And then, for the last time, Gerald Fischer left.

"Fuck me!" Aidan growled. He threw a glance outside of the window, staring at the remaining applicants. They were a group of freaks and crazies, and at this rate, he'd need to hire three of them. He let out a deep breath, and decided to go for a bit of an unorthodox approach.

"Raise your hand if you have an accounting degree," Aidan instructed, watching as only one hand went up. "Lovely. Hired as accounting head. The rest of you, come into my office for a group interview."

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"...And that's why I'm not allowed in every state west of Illinois" Jaina finished, kicking her heels together. She beamed at Aidan, who had managed to hit his head against his desk enough that it was bleeding ever so slightly. One of them didn't speak any English, only whining in French. Another was too bloody happy, and seemed to be another Fischer in the making. Another just played Pokémon Go the entire time and screamed about a squirtle. All in all, the thing was a bloody mess. He shook his head at the interviewees, managing to get them to leave his Office.

He let out a heavy sigh, and went into the Office proper. "I'm calling corporate," Aidan announced briefly. There was no speech, no pomp, and no circumstance. Never before had the New Castle branch lost so many in one day. From a financial standpoint, there wasn't much reason for the branch to continue. They'd have to merge, to be absorbed into another, if employees couldn't be found quickly.

"Try not to bloody panic," Aidan advised.

Morose's Character Mind Palace

Transferred to new topic.

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

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Edwina Fairfax

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Location: The People's Bank of Gotham ---> Alley
Interacting With: @Din Nyt, Cheetah

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"Because I'm smart, asshole!" Edwina shouted, but was only met with the darkness as a reply. She frowned a bit, adjusting her grip on a few of the duffle bags. She couldn't deny that part of her wanted to chase after the Bat, and see if protection from the Suicide Squad could be provided. But from what she could recall, Bruce Wayne and Amanda Waller were close friends. He likely wouldn't shelter them, especially after the results of their actions. She bit her lip, thinking through moves they could make. It'd be more than helpful if Nyt could just zap them to her home planet, but neither of them had powers on that level.

Leaving the bank with the other girls, Edwina continued to ponder their options. Cheetah was right. A billionaire would have the security to catch them before they even got close to taking shelter there. And the prospect of abandoning Cheetah, despite the feline woman trying to capture them earlier, made her feel uneasy. The devil you know, after all.

"There's strength in numbers," Edwina pointed out, though she could tell how Nyt felt about the criminal. She nodded, conceding to her friend's point. Cheetah wouldn't rat them out, assuming that the money proved to be enough for the woman to live comfortably. "Alright. Let's leave the city, then...Any suggestions as to where to go?" Edwina asked.

🦄 Murder High Reunion - Concluded

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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway

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Location: Outside the Sporting Goods Store

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Tuesday nodded, putting a firm grip on Cynthia. She let the girl cry a bit, figuring that her sobbing on her knees wouldn't be too harmful. It wasn't as if the police would claim Cynthia's tears contaminated the crime scene...right? She grimaced slightly, recalling the so called pieces of evidence from before. Pulling Cynthia to her feet, Tuesday wrapped an arm around her. "You know, I think Ada is going to love your hair," Tuesday said, rather than her more natural Oh, shit. What the fucking hell?!

She gently pulled Cynthia away from the sidewalk, not even thinking about the cars in the road. Helping Cynthia back into the car, Tuesday sat down next to her, staring at the sobbing and broken blonde. The Cynthia she knew in high school was gone, dead, and replaced with an empathetic psychotic. Of course, she would've been hypocritical to be surprised at the change. "Cynthia, you can tell me anything, okay?" Tuesday promised. But glancing around, she figured that perhaps talking about something else would be better. She stretched her mind, thinking for something that'd distract the girl...

"Wanna hear about the time I was arrested?" Tuesday joked, reflecting back on that day. The rain had been pouring, a bit uncharacteristic for the climate she was in. She and a friend had attended the same party, celebrating Tuesday's graduation from Stanford. Her search for a paid internship had been relatively unsuccessful, and she hadn't heard back about any Med School applications, but it didn't matter. It was time for the pair of them to party. They'd gotten high, of course, off of heroin this time. And as all good things had to end, so did their highs. The car they stole had crashed and burned, just like her future had. She smiled sadly, reflecting back on it.

"I could also tell you about the time someone swapped out La Rosa's shampoo with bleach and the bitch didn't notice," Tuesday offered, cracking a bit of a smile. "Man, she was a cunt..."

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Thanks Mom! :P

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea I did see what you did there. :P I'll chat with Pundii about it. Will need to think up a good name for "Wednesday." Not Tuesday, at least. ;)

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea Sounds good. :) Not gonna lie, super tempted to make a "Wednesday." We all know Aloise is probably going to die in a few updates anyways lol.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

I recommend bringing her in the next day IC. :) You can bring her in tonight if you wish, however.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Cecily Ashworth

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Location: Justice Memorial; Front Entrance

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Cecily glanced over the phone, and pouted slightly. With everything going on, she knew that it shouldn't bother her...but she couldn't help it. There was no possible way that she'd be able to get to her tumblr account with it, preventing her from one of her favorite relaxation hobbies of reblogging memes about Benedict Cumberbatch's name. Reminding herself that she couldn't go on tumblr if she was dead, Cecily put the phone away. "Thanks. I'll text you the list of all the kits and all once you've sent an evidence type listing."

She raised an eyebrow at his comment. "Are you going to tell me about how your parents died when you were a baby, and it put you on the path for a life of crime, only to be redeemed?" Cecily teased. "You're almost Batman, then. Or I suppose Iron Man. If you were rich, of course." It was easier for her to think of this entire mess like a volume of Jessica Jones. It seemed safer, allowed her to feel detached from it all. Had this been just a story, she wouldn't have been upset at Wallace's death, and instead would've been excited by the tension. The major difference, of course, was that in comic books, there were heroes. Reminding herself of that, the brief illusion fell away, and Cecily sighed slightly.

"What if I told you I still hadn't acquired the taste for coffee yet?" Cecily joked, thankful that he blew the smoke away from her. It always annoyed her, getting a cloud of smoke blown in her face. Her parents likely would've done that without noticing it, the pair of them too focused on the latest celebrity criminal they were defending in court. Her heart stopped beating for a moment, seeing the rugged Mexican federale pull up on the trike. She had to remind herself that she owed the man, as it was all she could do to not cower behind Gregory.

"See you later, then," Cecily said simply, giving Gregory a brief hug. She took a deep breath and caught the helmet, thankful that Caesar at least seemed to follow the law. She couldn't deny that she was just a bit starving, with the only food she'd really seen all day trampled. Nodding to accept Caesar's offer, Cecily put the helmet on, and climbed onto the back of the trike. "So you wanted to talk to me about something?"