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goneawayworld2021-04-05 10:57 pm
drladysounds) wrote in goneawayworld2021-04-05 10:57 pm
'So This Is The Beginning of the Rest of My Life' --- 000
Who: Shelley Winters and You
What: Arrival and the fall out there after
Where: Forced Relaxation Zone, Near the Quarters
When: New hires arrival
Warnings/Notes: None in particular
When Shelley Winters left Tackleford to have a new start somewhere else with a new job and all, she can't say she expected to be forcibly hired by a company in another world, but leaving aside the whole 'being forced' and 'having shock collars implanted into you' she wasn't really too worried. After a while you learn to take punches as they come, this was one more.
Still, she wasn't happy about it. That she wasn't worried didn't mean any of this was okay.
Perhaps at some point you saw a redheaded woman you hadn't seen before walking around. She probably didn't really pay much attention to you, busy looking around herself with idle curiosity, as if she was taking a walk in the park instead of exploring the rig she had been dragged onto.
Forced Relaxation zone
Truly this rig was full of wonders! First everything involving the induction, the news of what she was supposed to do, and now this room! Shelley is surprised the words 'oppressively relaxing' truly can describe something. There she is, reading the motivational posters with an amused expression, until she finally acknowledges other people's presence. It's about time she starts socializing with the other people who reside around here instead of just, well, getting acquainted with the objects all over the rig.
"Isn't this place the perfect opposite of 'zen'? It's like getting hit over and over in the face with those rolled up foam things, those right over there." Shelley shrugs. "Corporate culture, am I right?"
Companies and the such are not great with the little things of life. She's not surprised at all the owners of this rig -- Jorgmund, was it? -- screwed up on making a relaxing place.
"I bet this room here doesn't see much use. Surely there are other, better and more relaxing hanging out spots?"
Shelley isn't really the slacking sort of person, but to be completely honest she's almost hoping for a bar for when she really needs a drink. A place with booze would be great, but she can't just go and ask right ahead 'hey is there any alcohol for employees?'
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Near the Quarters
Well she's satisfied: she has gotten an idea of where most locations are at, she has gotten some mess hall food -- definitely needs improvement, in her opinion -- and now she figures it's time to get serious. That's why she hangs out near one of the cameras, leaning against a wall, waiting for someone to come by. Well, someone she figures is in the same situation she's in, at least. Anyone who looks like they work for Jorgmund sure isn't getting approached.
Once a suitable target approaches, she waves at them.
"Hello! Sorry, I'm a new one around here and I'm really excited to be here! I'm Shelley, nice to meet you"
She steps away from the wall.
"You're my senior, aren't you? In that case, how's it like? You know, working here?"
When she asks that she not too subtly points at the camera near her. She has no idea if it works or not, but she's treating it as if it does. Basically she's trying to get the response whoever she's talking to would give if they were being watched over -- in other words, what she figures would be the Jorgmund approved response.
Afterwards, though, she plans to ask for a more sincere opinion. She has a plan to get such an answer. If Jorgmund or this world figured she needed the power she got, then she's going to make use of it, that's for sure.
What: Arrival and the fall out there after
Where: Forced Relaxation Zone, Near the Quarters
When: New hires arrival
Warnings/Notes: None in particular
When Shelley Winters left Tackleford to have a new start somewhere else with a new job and all, she can't say she expected to be forcibly hired by a company in another world, but leaving aside the whole 'being forced' and 'having shock collars implanted into you' she wasn't really too worried. After a while you learn to take punches as they come, this was one more.
Still, she wasn't happy about it. That she wasn't worried didn't mean any of this was okay.
Perhaps at some point you saw a redheaded woman you hadn't seen before walking around. She probably didn't really pay much attention to you, busy looking around herself with idle curiosity, as if she was taking a walk in the park instead of exploring the rig she had been dragged onto.
Forced Relaxation zone
Truly this rig was full of wonders! First everything involving the induction, the news of what she was supposed to do, and now this room! Shelley is surprised the words 'oppressively relaxing' truly can describe something. There she is, reading the motivational posters with an amused expression, until she finally acknowledges other people's presence. It's about time she starts socializing with the other people who reside around here instead of just, well, getting acquainted with the objects all over the rig.
"Isn't this place the perfect opposite of 'zen'? It's like getting hit over and over in the face with those rolled up foam things, those right over there." Shelley shrugs. "Corporate culture, am I right?"
Companies and the such are not great with the little things of life. She's not surprised at all the owners of this rig -- Jorgmund, was it? -- screwed up on making a relaxing place.
"I bet this room here doesn't see much use. Surely there are other, better and more relaxing hanging out spots?"
Shelley isn't really the slacking sort of person, but to be completely honest she's almost hoping for a bar for when she really needs a drink. A place with booze would be great, but she can't just go and ask right ahead 'hey is there any alcohol for employees?'
----------
Near the Quarters
Well she's satisfied: she has gotten an idea of where most locations are at, she has gotten some mess hall food -- definitely needs improvement, in her opinion -- and now she figures it's time to get serious. That's why she hangs out near one of the cameras, leaning against a wall, waiting for someone to come by. Well, someone she figures is in the same situation she's in, at least. Anyone who looks like they work for Jorgmund sure isn't getting approached.
Once a suitable target approaches, she waves at them.
"Hello! Sorry, I'm a new one around here and I'm really excited to be here! I'm Shelley, nice to meet you"
She steps away from the wall.
"You're my senior, aren't you? In that case, how's it like? You know, working here?"
When she asks that she not too subtly points at the camera near her. She has no idea if it works or not, but she's treating it as if it does. Basically she's trying to get the response whoever she's talking to would give if they were being watched over -- in other words, what she figures would be the Jorgmund approved response.
Afterwards, though, she plans to ask for a more sincere opinion. She has a plan to get such an answer. If Jorgmund or this world figured she needed the power she got, then she's going to make use of it, that's for sure.
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"Yes Gregory Saunders."
"You mind telling me who's visible on that camera?" Greg asks while waving both hands in the air, trying to make himself as obvious to the camera as possible.
"There is nobody visible on that camera, Gregory Saunders."
"Thank you kindly ma'am," Greg says before gestures at the ceiling, clearly thinking he's made his point.
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Shelley steps away when Greg starts waving both hands at the camera, crossing her arms and observing him. Whoever watches the security cameras later will get a bit of a show, she thinks, but at least it's nothing incriminatory!
Such thoughts stop when it's confirmed the camera isn't even working properly. Seriously? Did she pick up the one camera that didn't work? That could be it.
"Wow, really? Their corporate cheapskate philosophy isn't limited only to the food and the stuffy relaxation room? For an interdimensional company they sure are cutting all sorts of corners!"
Or...could it be...
A smile slowly extends through her face, hoping she'd hear good news:
"Is it only this one? Or are the security flaws all over the place?"
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"Greg Saunders," he says, holding out his hand, "Folks call me the Vigilante."
no subject
Perfect. That's a weight off her back -- the less watchful eyes on her, the better. If these Jorgmund won't be pestering and watching her all the time, she should have time to figure out what to think about all this. Well, perhaps she should have guessed they weren't that strict -- she doesn't really have an assignment or any task to do. For now she's left to her own devices.
"I'm Shelley, Shelley Winters. Folks call me the Ginger Ninja" That's a lie, nobody does. She just calls herself that in jest from time to time. "I guess we're co-workers! Do you mind getting me up to speed about...everything? I guess?"
A company that forcibly 'hires' people won't say everything, so anyone who has been around for longer should be able to tell her more, she figures. Also the sooner she figures out what exactly Jorgmund wants of her, the better -- after all, she works for them! May as well do all she can to not earn a death via shock collar due to low performance.