Prologue : Eye Of A Hurricane
"And I feel fine."
You actually make an effort to not cringe...
"And I feel fine."
You actually make an effort to not cringe...
It's The End Of The World As They Know It- [Apocalypse Quest]
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Arkalest
ELOP Stan In The Streets, Dromok Under The Sheets
Prologue : Eye Of A Hurricane
"And I feel fine."
You actually make an effort to not cringe as you slow down, a bag of groceries in one hand, iPhone in your other and a frown in your face- One matched by the half dozen people strolling past you. Only a handful of them do actually bother glancing towards the stall outside the glass doors of the shopping mall- And even less bother to actually slow down and even look at the small crowd manning it. They're an incongruous hodgepodge of college students, white collar workers, school teachers, two dudes who very much look like the platnoic ideal of a fireman and someone who isn't far away from the hyperuranian ideal of a shaggy 60s love guru. A truly homogeneous blend of ethnicities, genders and faces..
And they are all busy arguing about the minutiae of how the world's gonna end- All while their stereo system blares It's The End Of The World As We Know It loud enough to rattle the glass panes of the doors. What's more is that their shouts and the song's own lyrics are starting to commingle- Turning into a cascade of mentions of earthquakes, volcanoes, governments and feelings. A few people from the crowd actually snicker out loud- A few even bust out their phones, while another bunch hurries past with set lips or flat-out changes direction.
You're about to decide on the course of action when one of them slides in from one of your blindspots with the sauntering motion of a professional leafleet handler. She's a 20-something Asian dressed in a plain wite blouse and jeans combo, a stack of flyers held in the crock of her arm. They're an incredibly bright yellow, same colour as the t-shirt she somehow managed to put over her blouse. There's something in bold Aerial black font on the front...
TFFFFTEOTW.
"That means the feeling fine foundation for the end of the world," she says with a little smile- Ponytail bobbing as she watches you snap to a halt. "And uh, I am sorry for my colleagues' behaviour-" There's a slight hint of a Boston accent to her voice. "But it's, ah, it's business as usual. You know, just mundoterminal academia stuff."
Your nod is taken for a "Go on, please", and she slides a single thick phamplet out of her stack. "And speaking of which- We at the foundation, we're sort of...Y'know, doing a little thing for fun. Handling out these." A single sleek finger taps on the gloss sheet- On white question boxes with big bold letters.
"You don't have to send them in, actually. They're just fine little exercises to, you know, make it more fun about the whole...Business." Her smile widens as you nod again, tentatively pocketing your iPhone. You have some spare time before it all comes tumbling down, after all, and then- Then you'll have all the time in this world.
"Oh, by the way I am Juniper. " SHe shakes your hand- Firm grip, uncalloused- And you graciously accept your phamplet.
[INSERT NAME]
[Gender: [] M [] F [] Other] or [Leave Blank]
You pocket it, and nod at the woman before-
[] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below..
[] A shard of something hard and chitinous. Slightly slippery to the grasp, with utterly irregular edges jutting at irrational angles .
[] A single sleek obsidian cylinder. It is weightless, completely smooth and almost vantablack in its colour.
[] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
Then-
[] You leave for other shops. Your grocery list isn't fully filled out, and there are a few more things you could stand to pick up before going home.
[] You head back home. There is still some stuff you have to arrange out, some things left to do before it all comes to a conclusion.
[] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish .
[] Meet up with some friends. Chat, make small talk. Gossip like there's a tomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
"And I feel fine."
You actually make an effort to not cringe as you slow down, a bag of groceries in one hand, iPhone in your other and a frown in your face- One matched by the half dozen people strolling past you. Only a handful of them do actually bother glancing towards the stall outside the glass doors of the shopping mall- And even less bother to actually slow down and even look at the small crowd manning it. They're an incongruous hodgepodge of college students, white collar workers, school teachers, two dudes who very much look like the platnoic ideal of a fireman and someone who isn't far away from the hyperuranian ideal of a shaggy 60s love guru. A truly homogeneous blend of ethnicities, genders and faces..
And they are all busy arguing about the minutiae of how the world's gonna end- All while their stereo system blares It's The End Of The World As We Know It loud enough to rattle the glass panes of the doors. What's more is that their shouts and the song's own lyrics are starting to commingle- Turning into a cascade of mentions of earthquakes, volcanoes, governments and feelings. A few people from the crowd actually snicker out loud- A few even bust out their phones, while another bunch hurries past with set lips or flat-out changes direction.
You're about to decide on the course of action when one of them slides in from one of your blindspots with the sauntering motion of a professional leafleet handler. She's a 20-something Asian dressed in a plain wite blouse and jeans combo, a stack of flyers held in the crock of her arm. They're an incredibly bright yellow, same colour as the t-shirt she somehow managed to put over her blouse. There's something in bold Aerial black font on the front...
TFFFFTEOTW.
"That means the feeling fine foundation for the end of the world," she says with a little smile- Ponytail bobbing as she watches you snap to a halt. "And uh, I am sorry for my colleagues' behaviour-" There's a slight hint of a Boston accent to her voice. "But it's, ah, it's business as usual. You know, just mundoterminal academia stuff."
Your nod is taken for a "Go on, please", and she slides a single thick phamplet out of her stack. "And speaking of which- We at the foundation, we're sort of...Y'know, doing a little thing for fun. Handling out these." A single sleek finger taps on the gloss sheet- On white question boxes with big bold letters.
"You don't have to send them in, actually. They're just fine little exercises to, you know, make it more fun about the whole...Business." Her smile widens as you nod again, tentatively pocketing your iPhone. You have some spare time before it all comes tumbling down, after all, and then- Then you'll have all the time in this world.
"Oh, by the way I am Juniper. " SHe shakes your hand- Firm grip, uncalloused- And you graciously accept your phamplet.
[INSERT NAME]
[Gender: [] M [] F [] Other] or [Leave Blank]
You pocket it, and nod at the woman before-
[] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below..
[] A shard of something hard and chitinous. Slightly slippery to the grasp, with utterly irregular edges jutting at irrational angles .
[] A single sleek obsidian cylinder. It is weightless, completely smooth and almost vantablack in its colour.
[] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
Then-
[] You leave for other shops. Your grocery list isn't fully filled out, and there are a few more things you could stand to pick up before going home.
[] You head back home. There is still some stuff you have to arrange out, some things left to do before it all comes to a conclusion.
[] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish .
[] Meet up with some friends. Chat, make small talk. Gossip like there's a tomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Jasper Red
[X] Male
I don't fucking know, naming things is the literal worst and I like the way it sounds in my head.
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
You had me at weird magic-shit.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
You can clock out when you're dead motherfucker.
[X] Male
I don't fucking know, naming things is the literal worst and I like the way it sounds in my head.
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
You had me at weird magic-shit.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
You can clock out when you're dead motherfucker.
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[X] Navaris Reed
[X] Female
[X] A shard of something hard and chitinous. Slightly slippery to the grasp, with utterly irregular edges jutting at irrational angles .
[X] Meet up with some friends. Chat, make small talk. Gossip like there's a tomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
[X] Female
[X] A shard of something hard and chitinous. Slightly slippery to the grasp, with utterly irregular edges jutting at irrational angles .
[X] Meet up with some friends. Chat, make small talk. Gossip like there's a tomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
[X] Samatha Cross
I'm bad at names.
[X] Female
Why not?
[X] A shard of something hard and chitinous. Slightly slippery to the grasp, with utterly irregular edges jutting at irrational angles.
This seems to be the choice that decides how the world is gonna end. I'd rather go with this one, because I sounds like some kind of insect race, and I wanna fight me some Tyranids (or insert name of alien race of insects here).
[X] You head back home. There is still some stuff you have to arrange out, some things left to do before it all comes to a conclusion.
If we have any family, it's a good idea to say goodbye to them.
I'm bad at names.
[X] Female
Why not?
[X] A shard of something hard and chitinous. Slightly slippery to the grasp, with utterly irregular edges jutting at irrational angles.
This seems to be the choice that decides how the world is gonna end. I'd rather go with this one, because I sounds like some kind of insect race, and I wanna fight me some Tyranids (or insert name of alien race of insects here).
[X] You head back home. There is still some stuff you have to arrange out, some things left to do before it all comes to a conclusion.
If we have any family, it's a good idea to say goodbye to them.
LupineVolt
Now with 200% more Puns
- Location
- Michigan
[X] Jasper Red
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
Sounds good to me.
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
Sounds good to me.
[X] Samatha Cross
[X] Female
[X] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
[X] You head back home. There is still some stuff you have to arrange out, some things left to do before it all comes to a conclusion.
The world ends but the old Nokia indestructible lives!
[X] Female
[X] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
[X] You head back home. There is still some stuff you have to arrange out, some things left to do before it all comes to a conclusion.
The world ends but the old Nokia indestructible lives!
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MasterDrakus
DEUS SOL
- Location
- Minas Gerais, Brazil
[X] Jasper Red
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Gaius Glass
[X] Male
[X] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
[X] Meet up with some friends. Chat, make small talk. Gossip like there's a tomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
[X] Male
[X] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
[X] Meet up with some friends. Chat, make small talk. Gossip like there's a tomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
[X] Jasper Red
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
- Location
- United States of America
[X] Gaius Glass
[X] Male
[X] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
[X] Meet up with some friends. Chat,make small talk. Gossip like there's atomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
[X] Male
[X] A broken-up Nokia phone. The screen is covered in spiderwebbed cracks but it's dirt-free, and the numbers on the keypad are unreadable from sheer wear.
[X] Meet up with some friends. Chat,make small talk. Gossip like there's atomorrow, or just hang back and relax.
[X] Jasper Red
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into your palm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
LaRed
Are you stupid or something
- Location
- Mou Ikkai hell
[X] Jasper Red
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into yourpalm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
Possible demon summoner option? Oh yes~
[X] Male
[X] A small iron pentagram. Cold to the touch, but it warms up rapidly, and the metal just feels right in your hands, as it should be. It fits perfectly into yourpalm, completing you- The star symbols on its rim matching with the ones currently visible in the sky. As above, as below.
[X] You return to your job. Just wrap some last assignements, and drink something with your coworkers while waiting for your shift to finish.
Possible demon summoner option? Oh yes~
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Your all going to hell.
Been there, done that.
Arkalest
ELOP Stan In The Streets, Dromok Under The Sheets
Prologue: Listen To Yourself Churn.
Juniper's colleagues barely notice you as you step out of the mall and into the dry heat of a summer afternoon. A quick glance at your rolex reveals that you've got about 30 minutes to reach the firm before your 1 PM shift starts.
And a glance to your left and right reveal several other groups of people with their own fold-up tables propped against the outer walls of the shopping mall, and...They look considerably less friendly-looking. Hoods pulled over white-powder-smeared faces, some wooden crosses here, tinfoil hats and replicas of black helicopters there. You can't actually tell who is in to sell shitty knick-knacks and who really believes in this- But judging by some of the queues at the We Are Going To Get Invaded By Bloodsucking Aliens table most people just don't care.
You ignore the crowd and steadfastly march towards your car, one hand in your pocket- Wrapped around the pentagram. Ah, if only they knew......
...Well, you think- Slipping your hands on the all-too hot driving stick- IF they knew they'd probably be actually doing way worse shit than just selling tickets to Andromeda. And if your extensive reads about history taught you anything, it'd probably involve knives.
Lots of knives.
So yeah, you muse as you slip out of the parking lot- Adjusting your tie and checking your suit's hems. Maybe ignorance is bliss. These people probably deserve to spend their last days believing whatever they want to believe in. You, for your part, are trying to make peace with what you've learned so far- And...Well..
You're snapped out of your thoughts by the GPS pinging you with a road obstruction warning just a scant few kilometres from the suburbs. You slow down- Passing dozens of houses with lawns covered in tents and makeshift barricades- And then slow down even more the moment you sight a massive queue of cars snaking inside the city. A hundred different chromatic hues shine under the angry sun, and you're left tapping your fingers against the wheel- Up until a bottle of beer falls from the sky and misses the roof of the car in front of you by a scant half meter.
Looking up, you realize that there is a few people on the roofs of the nearby buildings. Or rather..
There is a lot of people on the roofs. Camping in tents, setting up telescopes and bathtubs, trying to build antennae- Congregating around tables. Volleys of insults, trepidation-filled gossip and sometimes actual projectiles like bottles fly from a rooftop to another, and you spot several safety nets that have been haphazardly slung along the facades of the buildings.
It gets less crowded the closer you get to the skyscrapers, the closer you get to Damien & Sons- The streets emptying up. By the time you park next to the skysrcraper bearing the red, gothic D&S isnginia the only cars left on the road are police cruisers, the occasional limo and what appear to be delivery vans. You even spot a black troop transport making its way through a parking lot like a large, angular and angry scarab...
The titanic lobby of the D&S tower is deserted, save for a guard you can't remember the name of sitting behind the drab grey desk at the centre. He barely lifts his head to acknowledge you- Fingers tap-tapping away at the screen of a tablet. You nod back and slip into one of the elevators.
Somehow the AC inside has stopped working, and the ride upwards feel downright sluggish. You run your fingers over the pentagram absent-mindedly, and when the elevator stops you switch it to your other pocket.
What greets you when you step outside is a half-empty series of offices. Even the cubicle farm is running on the minimal amount of hands possible, the usual thrum and white noise produced by chattering employes now nothing more than a whisper.
[] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[] Find some of your colleagues and shoot the shit. Maybe bet on how it'll all end, and sling back a few cold ones while watching something on streaming. It's not like people are working anyway.
[] Mull about the place, pack your stuff up and generally try to soak in the meagre sights before it's all over. Tomorrow it's not going to remotely look like its current state, and it'd be good to try to take some souvenirs..
Your phone rings from a text from one of your friends- The poor sod who ended working here:
[] Annie, probably having ditched her intern work and getting to snap photos of the skyline. It's not like she is gonna cash in that CV, and she is probably more than happy to chat away the hours.
[] John, who has the misfortune of being at the higher levels- Maybe he has managed to sneak out of a meeting, and is looking for someone to talk to about the latest political trend or scientific discovery-
[] Bronson, almost certainly secluded in a room- Reading a book. He could almost certainly use some company, and you miss the big guy's anecdotes and stories about this or that.
[] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
Jasper Red/Male// Pentagram/Job won.
And a glance to your left and right reveal several other groups of people with their own fold-up tables propped against the outer walls of the shopping mall, and...They look considerably less friendly-looking. Hoods pulled over white-powder-smeared faces, some wooden crosses here, tinfoil hats and replicas of black helicopters there. You can't actually tell who is in to sell shitty knick-knacks and who really believes in this- But judging by some of the queues at the We Are Going To Get Invaded By Bloodsucking Aliens table most people just don't care.
You ignore the crowd and steadfastly march towards your car, one hand in your pocket- Wrapped around the pentagram. Ah, if only they knew......
...Well, you think- Slipping your hands on the all-too hot driving stick- IF they knew they'd probably be actually doing way worse shit than just selling tickets to Andromeda. And if your extensive reads about history taught you anything, it'd probably involve knives.
Lots of knives.
So yeah, you muse as you slip out of the parking lot- Adjusting your tie and checking your suit's hems. Maybe ignorance is bliss. These people probably deserve to spend their last days believing whatever they want to believe in. You, for your part, are trying to make peace with what you've learned so far- And...Well..
You're snapped out of your thoughts by the GPS pinging you with a road obstruction warning just a scant few kilometres from the suburbs. You slow down- Passing dozens of houses with lawns covered in tents and makeshift barricades- And then slow down even more the moment you sight a massive queue of cars snaking inside the city. A hundred different chromatic hues shine under the angry sun, and you're left tapping your fingers against the wheel- Up until a bottle of beer falls from the sky and misses the roof of the car in front of you by a scant half meter.
Looking up, you realize that there is a few people on the roofs of the nearby buildings. Or rather..
There is a lot of people on the roofs. Camping in tents, setting up telescopes and bathtubs, trying to build antennae- Congregating around tables. Volleys of insults, trepidation-filled gossip and sometimes actual projectiles like bottles fly from a rooftop to another, and you spot several safety nets that have been haphazardly slung along the facades of the buildings.
It gets less crowded the closer you get to the skyscrapers, the closer you get to Damien & Sons- The streets emptying up. By the time you park next to the skysrcraper bearing the red, gothic D&S isnginia the only cars left on the road are police cruisers, the occasional limo and what appear to be delivery vans. You even spot a black troop transport making its way through a parking lot like a large, angular and angry scarab...
The titanic lobby of the D&S tower is deserted, save for a guard you can't remember the name of sitting behind the drab grey desk at the centre. He barely lifts his head to acknowledge you- Fingers tap-tapping away at the screen of a tablet. You nod back and slip into one of the elevators.
Somehow the AC inside has stopped working, and the ride upwards feel downright sluggish. You run your fingers over the pentagram absent-mindedly, and when the elevator stops you switch it to your other pocket.
What greets you when you step outside is a half-empty series of offices. Even the cubicle farm is running on the minimal amount of hands possible, the usual thrum and white noise produced by chattering employes now nothing more than a whisper.
[] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[] Find some of your colleagues and shoot the shit. Maybe bet on how it'll all end, and sling back a few cold ones while watching something on streaming. It's not like people are working anyway.
[] Mull about the place, pack your stuff up and generally try to soak in the meagre sights before it's all over. Tomorrow it's not going to remotely look like its current state, and it'd be good to try to take some souvenirs..
Your phone rings from a text from one of your friends- The poor sod who ended working here:
[] Annie, probably having ditched her intern work and getting to snap photos of the skyline. It's not like she is gonna cash in that CV, and she is probably more than happy to chat away the hours.
[] John, who has the misfortune of being at the higher levels- Maybe he has managed to sneak out of a meeting, and is looking for someone to talk to about the latest political trend or scientific discovery-
[] Bronson, almost certainly secluded in a room- Reading a book. He could almost certainly use some company, and you miss the big guy's anecdotes and stories about this or that.
[] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
- Location
- United States of America
[X] Mull about the place, pack your stuff up and generally try to soak in the meagre sights before it's all over. Tomorrow it's not going to remotely look like its current state, and it'd be good to try to take some souvenirs
[X] Annie, probably having ditched her intern work and getting to snap photos of the skyline. It's not like she is gonna cash in that CV, and she is probably more than happy to chat away the hours.
[X] Annie, probably having ditched her intern work and getting to snap photos of the skyline. It's not like she is gonna cash in that CV, and she is probably more than happy to chat away the hours.
LaRed
Are you stupid or something
- Location
- Mou Ikkai hell
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignments you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be nice to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] Bronson, almost certainly secluded in a room- Reading a book. He could almost certainly use some company, and you miss the big guy's anecdotes and stories about this or that.
[X] Bronson, almost certainly secluded in a room- Reading a book. He could almost certainly use some company, and you miss the big guy's anecdotes and stories about this or that.
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] Annie, probably having ditched her intern work and getting to snap photos of the skyline. It's not like she is gonna cash in that CV, and she is probably more than happy to chat away the hours.
[X] Annie, probably having ditched her intern work and getting to snap photos of the skyline. It's not like she is gonna cash in that CV, and she is probably more than happy to chat away the hours.
MasterDrakus
DEUS SOL
- Location
- Minas Gerais, Brazil
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignments you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be nice to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
Changed my vote
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
Changed my vote
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TenfoldShields
Lounging on a Hoard of Words
- Pronouns
- He/Him
What was "Skullfucker and Killem" taken? Christ.
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
I like the sense we're getting of dear old Jasper thus far. He's somehow linked to (or at least informed about) the impending apocalypse and doesn't seem particularly worried. He seems to know that he'll survive and he seems to know that everyone else is going to get hardfucked and not just in the vague, statistical sense. If it really bothers him (I don't think it does) he doesn't show it. This seems to gel that image together more concretely: it's pointless work that is literally irrelevant but it's His Job and he's going to make sure it's properly completed.
Not because the job itself matters but because he cares about things like that. It's the principle of it all.
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
I like this. The senior exec who's just "fuck you the world might be ending but I'm gonna get my fucking golden parachute". It meshes sorta nicely with the whole "it's the principle of it all" in the Get Work Done vote and also yes: sassy senior infernalist lady-exec. All over my face.
- Location
- USA
[X] Mull about the place, pack your stuff up and generally try to soak in the meagre sights before it's all over. Tomorrow it's not going to remotely look like its current state, and it'd be good to try to take some souvenirs..
[X] John, who has the misfortune of being at the higher levels- Maybe he has managed to sneak out of a meeting, and is looking for someone to talk to about the latest political trend or scientific discovery-
[X] John, who has the misfortune of being at the higher levels- Maybe he has managed to sneak out of a meeting, and is looking for someone to talk to about the latest political trend or scientific discovery-
IofTheBunny
✧:*AngeryOpossum*:✧
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- she/her
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
End of the world is not the reason for you to ditch the corporate culture. At D&S we believe in standards.
Also, it ties nicely with the intro theme song.
"And I feel fine..."
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
End of the world is not the reason for you to ditch the corporate culture. At D&S we believe in standards.
Also, it ties nicely with the intro theme song.
"And I feel fine..."
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] John, who has the misfortune of being at the higher levels- Maybe he has managed to sneak out of a meeting, and is looking for someone to talk to about the latest political trend or scientific discovery-
[X] John, who has the misfortune of being at the higher levels- Maybe he has managed to sneak out of a meeting, and is looking for someone to talk to about the latest political trend or scientific discovery-
Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] Actually try to get some work done. Wrap up the last assignements you got- That Nicaraguan oil company case, for example. You can rest when this world's over, and it'd be niece to wrap your work experience and put a bow on it.
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..
[X] Kath, busy collecting her severance package. She could regale you with some more tales of corporate malfaisance, or just chat about D&S in general- Her seniority should have given her some good ins, you think..