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goneawayworld2020-08-06 08:59 pm
piper90npcs) wrote in goneawayworld2020-08-06 08:59 pm
Entry tags:
INTERMISSION
Who: Everyone
What: Sudden Plot Break
Where: The Rig
When: Post-Pathless Woods 2
Warnings/Notes: n/a
The world... glitches. The last second repeats itself once, twice, four times, and then the colors stretch and blur, like an old television set that's losing the signal. Then everything goes black.
And suddenly, light. Bright, glaring. The smells rush back, the harsh bleach anti-septic of the Rig. And the noises are almost painful as total silence slams back into the normal workings of Piper 90.
Blinking owlishly, surprised and looking a little uncertain, is a middle-management type. His suit doesn't quite fit, half a size too large, and he's used too much hairspray. Or maybe that's just cologne. Either way, he smiles brightly. "Well, welcome back! Well done and congratulations on the success of your missions. We had some drones at a safe distance, purely for security reasons of course, and we were very pleased with how you handled yourselves. Especially the way you, uh." He pauses and checks his clipboard. The bit he wants to reference is just a smear of ink, the printer must have had an accident of some kind. The best he can read is... "Benedicted that whole cumberbatch issue."
There. He beams, pleased with his translation. It makes no sense, but if he pretends it does, then maybe they won't ask questions.
"Now, we're certain you've had a rough day doing... that thing that you did. So we've authorized an extra serving of dessert for everyone and the rest of today off. You have half of tomorrow off, too. But don't worry about the working half! I'm told that Mister Planker has a special reward in store, so it'll practically be a full vacation day for you!"
What: Sudden Plot Break
Where: The Rig
When: Post-Pathless Woods 2
Warnings/Notes: n/a
The world... glitches. The last second repeats itself once, twice, four times, and then the colors stretch and blur, like an old television set that's losing the signal. Then everything goes black.
And suddenly, light. Bright, glaring. The smells rush back, the harsh bleach anti-septic of the Rig. And the noises are almost painful as total silence slams back into the normal workings of Piper 90.
Blinking owlishly, surprised and looking a little uncertain, is a middle-management type. His suit doesn't quite fit, half a size too large, and he's used too much hairspray. Or maybe that's just cologne. Either way, he smiles brightly. "Well, welcome back! Well done and congratulations on the success of your missions. We had some drones at a safe distance, purely for security reasons of course, and we were very pleased with how you handled yourselves. Especially the way you, uh." He pauses and checks his clipboard. The bit he wants to reference is just a smear of ink, the printer must have had an accident of some kind. The best he can read is... "Benedicted that whole cumberbatch issue."
There. He beams, pleased with his translation. It makes no sense, but if he pretends it does, then maybe they won't ask questions.
"Now, we're certain you've had a rough day doing... that thing that you did. So we've authorized an extra serving of dessert for everyone and the rest of today off. You have half of tomorrow off, too. But don't worry about the working half! I'm told that Mister Planker has a special reward in store, so it'll practically be a full vacation day for you!"
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Fuck if I know.
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I don't even have the energy to address how fucked this is. I need a sub. Someone else play time god today, I'm calling out sick.
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Fuck this. Fuck them. What the fuck?