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Post by Planetbox on Jun 8, 2023 1:50:33 GMT
“Now, now, who are we to say who’s supposed to be anywhere?” Osborne interposed himself in the group surrounding Carbon and held out his arms. “Only the Fates can decide that! Why should we snatch the thread from Lachesis’s hand?”
He turned and held out a hand to Carbon.
“Pleased to meet you, my friend. I’m Osborne Vance. You are?”
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Post by Neotelenta on Jun 8, 2023 2:06:38 GMT
A man enters the room not long after Vincent did. People would knows this man to be the mysterious Delta, member of the Disciplinary Team. "What a pain... Least I get a well-deserved break after all that work I've done so far..." Delta remarked, as he lets out a sigh as he looks to Vincent. "Hey, Vinny. How're ya-" The man then noticed Carbon sitting there. "- doing?" He lets out a exasperated sigh. "... So much for that well-deserved break. Guess I'll have to deal with this one." Delta narrows his eyes at Carbon. "Carbon, you're not supposed to be here." Delta reminded Carbon as he looks to Vincent. "Any ideas how we should handle this one?" Vincent tsks. "To be frank, policy states that Abnormalities are NOT to be let out of containment. In case of containment breach, however, the best course of action is to minimize casualties and impact to normal operations..." Vincent cracks his neck a little bit, rubbing it with his hand. "...And right now, the normal operation is to take a break." Vincent says before plopping down into a break room chair, causing it to creak with a metallic clang. "You're fortunate that God made you the way you are, Carbon. Enjoy your break. But don't make this a habit. You know how that AI gets about details." Vincent trails off as he re-releases tension from his face and the rest of his body. "What kind of coffee is in the pot today? Any left?"
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Post by Safy on Jun 8, 2023 2:17:05 GMT
"Please, I'm okay, you shouldn't ruin your break over this!" Fran insisted. She was doing her best to keep them close to her chest and way from view, but if someone were to look closer, they would see her hands were covered in recent superficial wounds resembling teeth marks. This was likely the cause of the trembling. Enid sighed, finding the source of the trouble. "I never like taking these breaks anyways......tooo...much people....uh anyways, here, it’s not much but,” she pulled out a gauze roll she carried on her and took Fran’s hand, wrapping it, without paying attention to any objections, if there were any. She took her job very seriously, as it is one of the few things she can take pride in. "After your break, report to the Safety department for follow up medication…nowhere else. The wound is superficial but the pain probably isn’t it…” She looked at the ground and muttered, “If there’s nothing else though,” she scanned the room for someone, then shook her head, “I will stick around a bit myself…” She looked for a place to park herself, and stared at a trash can in the break room, deciding that would be her spot. She started making her way there awkwardly, without saying any departing words to Fran, who was strangely quiet.
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Jun 8, 2023 3:07:17 GMT
“Someone opened the banana pepper coffee blend, so we’re stuck with that for the next three days,” somebody groans. It seems the coffee pot can be a sore spot around here due to its communal nature and strict rules of use.
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Post by JoyTheBard (Slezak) on Jun 8, 2023 3:30:30 GMT
Seeing Carbon walk in, Josephine did a double-take. She'd seen some unusual people around, but this man was almost completely obscured. She couldn't tell a thing about him. Not to mention the loud room-shaking sound he'd caused when he clapped. As the scene with Andrea, Delta, and Vincent happened, Josephine made to intervene, but Osborne beat her to it. Abnormality or not, it sucks to be ganged up on, though even Josephine was aware of how dangerous some of the creatures around here could get. In any case, she was relieved that the tension of the situation had been defused without much difficulty. “Someone opened the banana pepper coffee blend, so we’re stuck with that for the next three days,” somebody groans. It seems the coffee pot can be a sore spot around here due to its communal nature and strict rules of use. "Eugh. That's what happened to the coffee today? I thought it had just been especially burned. I had to add more honey, ginger, and cinnamon than usual to balance it out. That stuff ain't easy to get around here, y'know." Josephine huffed, having returned to her table since it seems she wasn't urgently needed. She re-opened her notes binder and began organizing the papers within it.
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Post by pancakes on Jun 8, 2023 3:40:25 GMT
“Now, now, who are we to say who’s supposed to be anywhere?” Osborne interposed himself in the group surrounding Carbon and held out his arms. “Only the Fates can decide that! Why should we snatch the thread from Lachesis’s hand?” He turned and held out a hand to Carbon. “Pleased to meet you, my friend. I’m Osborne Vance. You are?” The strange being rose his hands together, a symbol appearing from his fingertips. It read "6-C-12.0107," or in other words, Carbon. After introducing himself, he kindly shifted his right hand into a "peace" sign, showing that he appreciated Osborne's friendly gesture.
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Post by Akkordian on Jun 8, 2023 3:52:58 GMT
While everyone else is focused on the antics already occurring, a white-haired member of Central Command traipses into the break room, wiping a thin sheen of sweat from her brow while holding a battered, scratched-up toolbox under her other arm.
“Woah… there’s a real party going on in here today,” she mutters as she looks around, walking forward and setting her box down on the nearest empty table.
Alune is a familiar face to everyone, pretty much, because I said so, and fittingly to those that interact with her more often, she doesn’t butt in to the already ensuing hijinks, sitting down and offering a very small smile to whoever noticed her entering.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 8, 2023 4:23:08 GMT
Vincent tsks. "To be frank, policy states that Abnormalities are NOT to be let out of containment. In case of containment breach, however, the best course of action is to minimize casualties and impact to normal operations..." Vincent cracks his neck a little bit, rubbing it with his hand. "...And right now, the normal operation is to take a break." Vincent says before plopping down into a break room chair, causing it to creak with a metallic clang. "You're fortunate that God made you the way you are, Carbon. Enjoy your break. But don't make this a habit. You know how that AI gets about details." Vincent trails off as he re-releases tension from his face and the rest of his body. "What kind of coffee is in the pot today? Any left?" Delta looks around the room. "Well, since there seems to be a lack of evidence to suggests that Carbon harmed anyone..." He ponders over it for a moment. "Alright, I suppose we'll let Carbon have their break for the time being." The man stretched his arms as he uses a hand to scratch at his stubbled jawline. "I'm in the mood for a cup of coffee." He says as he takes a seat in a chair that was just randomly nearby. "Geez, I hope the coffee today is the usual."
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Post by Collin1002 on Jun 8, 2023 5:31:40 GMT
Yet another person entered the break room, his shoulders immediately slumping as he scanned it with his single gray eye and noticed... people. A scowl formed on his face as he overheard talk of the coffee's taste. Great, he couldn't even enjoy that.
People would know this eyepatch-wearing man as Finn, a member of the information department. Despite his hot as hell looks, what with his clean-shaven face, dapper and pristine suit, and neatly combed red hair, he was known to be a bit of a sourpuss, to say the least.
"Why do I never come here when it's empty..." he muttered to himself, striding over to wherever looked the most away from people before taking a seat. He placed his notepad onto the table and immediately began to jot down various notes and such, looking completely engrossed in his work.
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Post by NIKI on Jun 8, 2023 7:35:13 GMT
Upon hearing the coffee mug exploding, Tangerine, who is part of the cleaning crew as well, attempts to finish up with some task she was performing nearby as fast as she can and hurriedly enters the break room.
Unfortunately, the task took longer than expected. When she arrived, the situation had been taken care of, so she just sighs and decides to hang out awkwardly near the door to take a break.
She nervously observes everyone from her little corner.
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Post by Panda on Jun 8, 2023 9:19:58 GMT
Oh no, two other people had gathered by the 'Abnormality'. That was approximately two more than Andrea was comfortable dealing with.
"You've got the situation sorted, then! Glad we got that worked out, ahahahaha! I'll just be, er, I'll just be here! Hanging around! See you, uh, I mean, bye," She trailed off awkwardly as the two Discipline guys found seats.
Normally she'd scurry back to her room now that she was on break, but she didn't feel comfortable leaving until she was sure the 'breach' was taken care of. Hopefully Carbon's presence would keep people away from the general area, though? She decided to take a seat next to him, reasoning that it was where she could most easily relax in the populated break room.
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Post by Neotelenta on Jun 8, 2023 11:25:25 GMT
Yet another person entered the break room, his shoulders immediately slumping as he scanned it with his single gray eye and noticed... people. A scowl formed on his face as he overheard talk of the coffee's taste. Great, he couldn't even enjoy that. People would know this eyepatch-wearing man as Finn, a member of the information department. Despite his hot as hell looks, what with his clean-shaven face, dapper and pristine suit, and neatly combed red hair, he was known to be a bit of a sourpuss, to say the least. "Why do I never come here when it's empty..." he muttered to himself, striding over to wherever looked the most away from people before taking a seat. He placed his notepad onto the table and immediately began to jot down various notes and such, looking completely engrossed in his work. Unfortunately, Finn’s work does not escape Vincent’s observation as he glares at Finn. “Finn. It’s break time. Close that notebook.” Vincent says tersely before taking a sip of some banana pepper coffee. He barely fails to conceal a grimace at the flavor.
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Post by notbadplayer on Jun 8, 2023 13:20:30 GMT
A new person saunters in, briefly looks at the commotion, and walks past it to get themselves a tiny cup of water. He begins to walk around the perimeter of the room while taking sips, giving out little hellos and hi's to people as he passes them. Maybe peeking over Finn's shoulder a bit to see what his fellow Information Team member was up to that day.
Even after they've greeted everyone in the sides and corners, Greg continues to make laps around the perimeter of the break room, sometimes having to awkwardly squeeze past people to do so.
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Post by satan on Jun 8, 2023 14:49:00 GMT
At some point, the door opened again, admitting the very much tired, bloody, and otherwise splattered with viscera Scott, who stomped over to the coffee pot, glared angrily at it, and dumped it out into the nearest open receptacle. He reached up to rummage around in the cabinets, still glowering with much animation, as he pulled out an unmarked box that he sniffed.
"No."
The box was ever so gently laid onto the countertop, then his rummaging continued, the stack of unmarked boxes teetering uncomfortably close to tipping over, before he sniffed one, and, for once, smiled.
"You."
The coffee pot was swiftly refilled, the beans (for they were fresh beans this time) were ground, and the smell of good coffee soon eased its way through the break room.
From within his seemingly infinite pockets, Scott pulled out a mug, the symbol of the company emblazoned on it, and he filled it with coffee, taking a deep drink of it.
"That's the stuff."
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Post by Neotelenta on Jun 8, 2023 15:03:35 GMT
Vincent gives a grateful, but pained look as he watches the coffee get dumped out. "You know the cost center won't appreciate that. The bean counter is supposed to be here next week."
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Post by satan on Jun 8, 2023 15:10:24 GMT
"I'd rather explain myself to the bean counter than drink whatever swill was in the pot. If they have a problem with it, they can take it up with me and my paycheck." He finished up his first cup and refilled it, this time cradling it with both hands. "Not like they can't afford to front the cost of a few good pots of coffee."
Scott chose not to voice the follow-up to that statement, but he was still glowering regardless, so one could probably assume what he was thinking.
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Post by Collin1002 on Jun 8, 2023 18:41:13 GMT
Yet another person entered the break room, his shoulders immediately slumping as he scanned it with his single gray eye and noticed... people. A scowl formed on his face as he overheard talk of the coffee's taste. Great, he couldn't even enjoy that. People would know this eyepatch-wearing man as Finn, a member of the information department. Despite his hot as hell looks, what with his clean-shaven face, dapper and pristine suit, and neatly combed red hair, he was known to be a bit of a sourpuss, to say the least. "Why do I never come here when it's empty..." he muttered to himself, striding over to wherever looked the most away from people before taking a seat. He placed his notepad onto the table and immediately began to jot down various notes and such, looking completely engrossed in his work. Unfortunately, Finn’s work does not escape Vincent’s observation as he glares at Finn. “Finn. It’s break time. Close that notebook.” Vincent says tersely before taking a sip of some banana pepper coffee. He barely fails to conceal a grimace at the flavor. Finn returned the glare, his brow furrowing with annoyance. "No, I won't do that. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy," he said before bringing his attention back down to his notepad.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 8, 2023 23:07:36 GMT
The door opened again, and Montague "Monty" Montague entered, holding a platter of cookies, but stopped short when he saw so many people in the break room. As a veteran employee, everyone should know what group Monty is part of, and he's always very busy.
"Apologies, I was busy, uh, baking. Yes. Baking these cookies. And painting that." He gestures to the painting hanging in the room with his jaw. "Also..." Monty's eyes scan the room. "Giving Andrea a haircut. Yes. Exactly. Very busy, as you can tell."
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Post by Kachu on Jun 8, 2023 23:15:38 GMT
(The post limit has been removed! Everyone is here! The game will progress in approximately 16-24 hours from now! Enjoy this peace while you can.)
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 8, 2023 23:23:08 GMT
"What kind of cookies are we talking about here since you baked them, Monty?" Delta inquired as he looks to the plate of cookies that Monty is holding. "Not gonna lie here, it would be nice to have a cookie with a cup of coffee."
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Post by Safy on Jun 8, 2023 23:27:24 GMT
Enid whimpered, still mourning the loss of her favorite coffee after it was dumped before she could get some with all the commotion. "But.....Banana pepper....is the best flavor....." She muttered to herself, suddenly feeling self conscious, looking to the trash can, "Where I belong....."
Her attention then was diverted when she spotted one the older employees walking in with Cookies, and tipped her head, “I wonder what flavor those are.....not usually a fan of cookies though....." Then turned her attention to the art on the wall he gestured to ,"Ah....so pretty....." Enid found herself entranced By the art , usually a huge fan of the decorations around the office from the architecture team. “He did that…..?”
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Post by Neotelenta on Jun 8, 2023 23:33:44 GMT
Unfortunately, Finn’s work does not escape Vincent’s observation as he glares at Finn. “Finn. It’s break time. Close that notebook.” Vincent says tersely before taking a sip of some banana pepper coffee. He barely fails to conceal a grimace at the flavor. Finn returned the glare, his brow furrowing with annoyance. "No, I won't do that. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy," he said before bringing his attention back down to his notepad. Vincent's brow twitches a bit, but his glare melts into a grimace and he looks to his drink, downing it in a single gulp. "Suit yourself. A couple drops of water in hell can make all the difference, though."
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Post by Panda on Jun 8, 2023 23:37:52 GMT
Andrea jumped a few centimetres into the air on her chair, not prepared for the surprise attack of someone saying her name. "Actually I shaved my own head this morning, as I do every morning!" she babbled. "You should try it yourself sometime, it would look great on you! I can even recommend a razor for you, and I'm just going to be quiet now yes," she trailed off, acutely aware of the masses of people around her. "But I really do think it would look good on you," she mumbled in conclusion, far too quietly for Monty to actually hear her.
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Post by dootdoot on Jun 8, 2023 23:55:05 GMT
Enid sighed, finding the source of the trouble. "I never like taking these breaks anyways......tooo...much people....uh anyways, here, it’s not much but,” she pulled out a gauze roll she carried on her and took Fran’s hand, wrapping it, without paying attention to any objections, if there were any. She took her job very seriously, as it is one of the few things she can take pride in. "After your break, report to the Safety department for follow up medication…nowhere else. The wound is superficial but the pain probably isn’t it…” She looked at the ground and muttered, “If there’s nothing else though,” she scanned the room for someone, then shook her head, “I will stick around a bit myself…” She looked for a place to park herself, and stared at a trash can in the break room, deciding that would be her spot. She started making her way there awkwardly, without saying any departing words to Fran, who was strangely quiet. "Ah! Thank you! I'll make sure to do that!" Fran answered, fidgeting with her new gauze. "Um. I liked the banana pepper blend. Well, the sip I got to have at least..." "... Josephine, I think I'll have to cancel my counseling session tomorrow. I need to hanged from the ceiling by a rope and pelted with paintballs."
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Post by Safy on Jun 9, 2023 0:04:49 GMT
"Ah! Thank you! I'll make sure to do that!" Fran answered, fidgeting with her new gauze. "Um. I liked the banana pepper blend. Well, the sip I got to have at least..." "D-don't mess....with it too much!" She held her hands up, "You must let it recover…..” Her eyes lit up though at the next comment she made,"It is good coffee ….isn't it? I also enjoy it with some salt and pepper too instead of sugar.....and some chili flakes…..” She then got a hold of herself muttered, “s-sorry…. I am used to people uh…finding my tastes weird, mostly…. Apologies....uh..." She made eye contact with her shoes.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 9, 2023 0:24:39 GMT
"What kind of cookies are we talking about here since you baked them, Monty?" Delta inquired as he looks to the plate of cookies that Monty is holding. "Not gonna lie here, it would be nice to have a cookie with a cup of coffee." "Oh. Yes." Monty looks down at the platter, and then back up. "Chocolate chip." Another quick glance down. "Yes. Definitely chocolate chip. I would have made them double chocolate chip if I wasn't so busy."
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Post by satan on Jun 9, 2023 0:27:38 GMT
"Something tells me we shouldn't eat those," Scott called out, sipping his coffee slowly this time. "I doubt it's chocolate anything. Unless it's something that looks like chocolate but isn't."
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 9, 2023 0:38:45 GMT
“Ah, you’re the artist?” Osborne said, glancing at the painting that he had definitely made. “I didn’t know you were an artist, Monty. May I ask, what inspired you? Whose work were you trying to emulate? I’m noticing traces of Vermeer myself, but I may simply be biased.”
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Post by Safy on Jun 9, 2023 0:44:33 GMT
Enid turned her attention to Monty after hearing Osborne's line of questioning, and muttered, "Um.....actually...I'm curious too....I mean..." She looked at the art again, her eyes getting that glowing look again, "It looks....uh....really nice...." She adjusted her thick rimmed glasses, and nodded, "yes.... Ehehe..."
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 9, 2023 0:57:54 GMT
“Ah, you’re the artist?” Osborne said, glancing at the painting that he had definitely made. “I didn’t know you were an artist, Monty. May I ask, what inspired you? Whose work were you trying to emulate? I’m noticing traces of Vermeer myself, but I may simply be biased.” "Ah. Of course. Yes. I was inspired by a desire to acutely iterate installed base in order to exclusively plagiarize interdependent process improvements and customize heartfelt meta-services, with an eye towards smoothly conceptualizing cross-media employers so that viewers could sharply embrace fluffy growth strategies." Monty blinks. "And Vermeer."
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