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goneawayworld2020-04-17 08:20 pm
goneawaymod) wrote in goneawayworld2020-04-17 08:20 pm
Entry tags:
- #rig logs,
- +intro log,
- +sheetcake party,
- adora,
- alloran semitur-corass,
- brainiac 5,
- bunnymund,
- catra,
- dave strider,
- gadget hackwrench,
- guts,
- jack spicer,
- nora valkyrie,
- robbie baldwin,
- ronald mcdonald,
- ronan lynch,
- sam winchester,
- saturday,
- setsuna higashi,
- stacia novik,
- ✘ cayde-6,
- ✘ ciaphas cain,
- ✘ doreen green,
- ✘ elsa,
- ✘ emily grey,
- ✘ kevin ingstrom,
- ✘ peter parker,
- ✘ phosphophyllite,
- ✘ remus lupin,
- ✘ ryotaro dojima,
- ✘ saint-14,
- ✘ sirius black,
- ✘ steven universe
SHEETCAKE PARTY #1
SHEET CAKE MEETUP
“Who the fuck is Linda?”
The question pops up every few minutes, a little tack of punctuation above the offensively-inoffensive music being piped in*. The room the hires have been ushered into is clearly just a conference room, with a layout that requires either sitting at awkwardly-spaced intervals around a giant table or milling and scooting around the smaller folding table, where the “big surprise” the corporate officers promised them is on display: a sheet cake.
A sheet cake that that still bears HAPPY BIRTH DAY LINDA in blue icing across the top, although someone has, at least, gone to the effort of writing welcome, to the team new hires in Sharpie on a purple flashcard and used a Popsicle stick and tape to plant it like a dismal flag right in the middle of Linda’s “DAY”. Dedication aside, the cake itself looks pretty suspect too, not as if it were poisoned but more like if it were salvaged. The cake part looks dry, and the frosting seems strangely...sweaty. No one’s eating yet, and yet there’s already a piece missing.
However, there’s no lack of enthusiasm around the room. A projector hooked up to a laptop casts an off-center, warped rectangle of WELCOME TO, THE BEST TEAM. NEW HIRES!! onto a wall. The many paper plates have a festive print, although they all seem to be Christmas themed. The table cloth looks as if it came from both 4th of July and potentially a war, given the scuffs and tears. The shot-glass sized paper cups are inadequate to hold a satisfying amount of sparkling cider, but at least they don’t leak. There are many more plastic knives than forks, which could prompt some hires to give in to their animal instincts and just use their hands, or perhaps start a barter economy for the better utensils.
“I’m so jealous,” a corporate employee keeps saying as she ushers hires into the room. “We haven’t had a good party in this office since Kelly’s baby shower, and that little girl practically has teeth now!”
(An eagle-eyed hire may suspect that the box of donuts next to the sheet cake might have come from said baby shower, on account of the fact that the few stale hunks of donut remaining have Pepto-Bismol pink strawberry icing and that there’s still the paper envelope for a gift card with ITS A GIRL written on it.)
Most of corporate slips out after the hires get set up - this is clearly an event for the hires to do some “team building” and work on “rapport” in addition to filling their bellies with cake that tastes remarkably like sand. There’s a karaoke machine in the corner, but hires are instructed not to touch it because, as an employee points out, last year’s Christmas party demonstrated that karaoke is the worst thing in the entire world for morale (“in any world! even before this one got eaten away by the bombs!”).
There’s an additional big glass jar filled with scraps of paper, which the hires are informed are filled with prompts for ice breakers and activities in case the party needs a pick-me-up. Any hire who investigates will find that most of the ice breaker activities start with three benign questions (“what’s your name?” “where are you from?” “what’s your favorite animal?”) and somehow, always a fourth question that feels a little invasive (“what are your feelings on unions?” “under what circumstances would you kill an innocent person?” “do you use the same passwords for all your accounts?”).
“Please enjoy yourselves and all the desserts Jorgmund has generously supplied you with,” one of the employees says on her way out, “and don’t worry about making a mess, janitorial gets paid too much to sit around as is.”
*All music that can be summarized as ’grocerycore’.
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"I haven't got zapped yet. Kinda waiting to see what I gotta do to get it, just so I know."
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A pause.
"I could also just talk about what bands are instead, I'm not sure how much depressing real shit you're feeling right now."
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"But, uh. Yeah. Sure. Tell me more about bands."
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"Before the world ended you'd get bands making music and they'd get so famous people would know 'em all over the place, and they'd go on tours to a bunch of cities so people would get to watch them play songs and sing and stuff. It could get real big and crazy, people would get hella pumped about it, kinda fun." It turns out that 'sneaking into concerts' is a really good use of vampire powers, and one of the ones that the city's other vampiric youth would sometimes take an interest in too.
"...I wonder if that's even a thing anymore here. Maybe not." He shrugs.
"How do people do music where you're from?"
pulling this idea straight out of thin air
"Um. Mostly we just made up songs and stuffs in the Fright Zone, between the cadets. We didn't have instruments or anything, so it was bad. But it could be nice."
~worldbuilding~
"...I had a job one time and it was just moving stuff around at the hardware store," he admits, just a little sheepish that it doesn't sound cool.
Re: ~worldbuilding~
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"Conquering the world? Yo, that's pretty crazy," he says. "Or at least, that's how it comes off."
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"It was just what we were supposed to do. It wasn't like I wanted to," Catra says. At least not until Adora was on the other side. "The Horde sucked. I just didn't really know what else to do."
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"I just... Yeah. That's it."
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He gazes upward at the ceiling, hands in pockets.
"I kinda felt pretty stuck for a while, and now I guess I'm stuck again? Or like. All of us are stuck."
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"There's a lot of New Hires," she says the word with all the disdain of an entry level emplyee repeating a hated bit of corporate jargon.
"They really think they can just keep us all here?"
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He shrugs, lowering his voice a little.
"Like, we don't know what all is out there yet or if there even is anyplace to go if it's all... gone?"
He says 'gone' like he's not sure of it, the meaning of stuff being gone is still pretty alien.
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"...Right?"
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Not that he can confirm that. Shit, home might be full of shock collars for some people. That's a depressing thought.
"Mine is kind of ending and this one is super busted, but like. If yours was fine I don't think anybody's said anything about worlds getting busted up?"
He doesn't sound super confident about that, though. It could totally have been something he zoned out on.
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"Maybe there aren't good options?"
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"But uh. Do you mean like... space ships?"
There are so many people from weird and crazy places here he's gotta ask.
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