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Back from my first real day of work; 7 hours of meetings and many awkward moments with my mainly Chinese-speaking fellow people (read: man-people, since 5/6 of them are male), but they're all nice. Except for the meetings. Dear lord, it doesn't matter how big the company is, bureaucracy is always evil, and no one ever grows up enough to not quarrel over petty details. D: You are all project managers, dudes, what's wrong with you? Allergies to efficiency? DDDDDDDD:

To relieve my brain and celebrate going on vacation for four days (hee hee, I get away with going on vacation the day after I start work?), I join the memesheep flock: request a drabble from any one of my fandoms, the more situational and hilarious the better. :D I will try and get it all out in between flailing madly at having to leave the country tomorrow evening with so much work still needing to be done.

Things to do tomorrow:

[] Testimonial for that teacher
[x] Email that PR person
[x] Pack a bag so that you do not go forward unclothed

Things to do when I get home:

[] Subscribe to mobile broadband; this is no longer an option, this is a necessity
[] Layouts
[] Update Roads Diverged + new layout for it
[] DREAMWIDTH I have this irrational fear that, since I will be away on the 30th of May, someone will SWOOP IN AND TAKE MY USERNAME, which is insane, and probably more a reaction to having to sleep in the same room as my parents for the May Day Holiday than anything else.

Oh, but I come here a-spamming tonight: I'm thinking of taking up an MMO - never played one before in my life - and am going to try (the very free, from downloads to playing) Granado Espada, which looks wicked cool. Anyone want to join up with?

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Project managers are allergic to efficiencies proposed by people other than themselves.

I speak of myself, which gives me mass entitlement to make this generalisation. Of course.

As one of the members of the Internship Peoplehood who must sit in on your meetings, mute and able only to glare balefully at you from behind forcefully attentive eyes, I now say: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD:

/o\

Sounds like you are having a similar time of it at work as I am - and goddamn you go on holiday when I take time off work to spend on the computer? ;___; Don't you know RL is no comparison?!

Also get mobile broadband. Get Get Get.

Mmmm... drabble? Do I just request it of you here? \o/

\o\ No, you have to fill in a for--- Hee, yeah, right here.

\o I think I am being paid v. little, though; can't wait to get my contract signed.

Yuh and get it signed in triplicate? Awesome xD Ok then... hmmmm... mmmm:

Veld and Reeve and the use of Toad Materia? (I know I fails on the thinking of hi-larious stuff)

Go you! It's a bit different for me because it's the public sector and not the private sector, but when you realise that out of a team plan featuring 45 actions for a team of 10 people (and a dog) my name is next to 16 of them.... I bloody well hope they give me more money and permanency lol~

I missed your drabble rfi! And I have a squishy-related photo and new earrings! &hearts &hearts &hearts

Drabble: Balthier. In-game. Prompt: came back to show you I can fly. Because I miss having the company of other Balthiers in fandom. &hearts

Why is there no &hugs symbol? I want an &hugs.

&HUGS

Tseng and an average day in ShinRa, which includes not looking while the president boinks his secretary, refusing multiple offers of rather gross tea from Palmer, trying not to kill Heidegger due to his laughter, dreading the moment Scarlet's boobs pop out of her dress, and vaguely envying the SOLDIERs, who just have to go out and hit monsters with sharp, pointy sticks. Oh, and a young and bratty Rufus.

=D

I actually have never used Toad Materia, except in Final Fantasy Tactics, BUT I ASSUME IT JUST TURNS PEOPLE INTO TOADS?

\p\ I am glad it got there safely! I was a bit worried, since everyone else seems to have got their stuff all safely & soundly. \o\ Okay, Balthier -- I warn you, I am terribly sleepy and terribly... sleepy.

'So the prodigal is returned,' he said, looking not very much surprised. That had always irritated Balthier, who in some ways had always reeked of old nobility, which assumed that those not privileged enough to ascend should always be astonished by everything. 'And why are you back, Master Bunansa?'

'I fly where I want,' Balthier scoffed, minding his cuffs.

'Really?' he said, now full of amusement. 'Well, thank you - you've told me one thing.'

Irritated, Balthier looked up into eyes as old as stinking Archadia. 'And what's that, Jules?'

The man tucked his hands into ratty pockets, and chuckled. 'You've got wings worth stealing now, Master Ffamran,' he said, before he shrugged and headed back into the shadows of the capital's corridors.

GOD I SUCK AT XII.

That's it exactly xD (Cait Sith likes his status materias).... Alternatively - Manipulate? xD

Heh. I have that same irrational fear about Dreamwidth. I console myself with the thought that probably everyone ever would think that anyone who stole my name was a big douche, so probably no one would do it. ~~Not that that stops me from checking on it every couple of days.~~

The real test of patience is never in the field, though that's the impression rookies always seem to get. Veld doesn't try you with missions; there's no room for trial and error there - every mistake is a liability, and adrenaline pushes people beyond who they are in their natural state, at rest. The Director has other ways of testing patience. Paperwork, presidentials, pomp, Palmer. Tseng learns to embed neutrality on his face.

There are very few places near the Shinra building that are any good as eateries or places to retire to for a drink, and they're all neatly rationed out: Science goes to Jocannon's, the Army takes the hole-in-the-wall off Fifth, and SOLDIER annexes the 7th Level --

"OF HELL!" a group of Third Classes (part of Genesis' ranks) choruses when Tseng ducks inwards. Turks go where they want, and where they go the men there drink themselves senseless.

Zack is there that night, which means that Tseng gets a seat, and thirty minutes of the closest he can get to relaxation. As Zack mumbles on about Aerith, all Tseng does is listen: his mind compacts and shelves the information as necessary, but that is all subconscious, just a buzz at the back of his mind and nothing ---

'Is that Rufus Shinra who just walked in?' Zack asks. Tseng snaps his head up to look the exact same time that Kunsel's camera goes off with a flash.

Some children never learn.

Oh man, I am so sorry that that sucked as badly as it did; MY EYES, THEY LONG TO CLOSE. *goes to find coffee to chug*

*g* I'm pretty sure no one's sad enough to troll other people's account names, and it's really only fandom that is eager to hop on over to grab accounts, so \o\!

Tseng and his Turks, old and in rockers on the porch/balcony/around the board room table still.

'Be careful,' Reeve tells Veld, when they're off of the record and something approximating drunk.

That's the problem with the both of them: approximation. A gauge, a barometer, an indication, but never an exact quantity. Veld's a Turk, and Reeve's an architect: the should both be dealing in absolutes. They prefer, however, ambiguities. Not quite lies. Lies are without proper costuming, and showmanship - now that's --

'What should I be careful about, Tuesti?' Veld asks, his voice rough and full of humour; his fingers are rough, too, worn from the pen and the gun and the sap of materia that sends ozone across all his nerves.

'Manipulate me,' Reeve berates, his eyes slipping shut against their shared knowledge of what exactly it is that Veld hides beneath the loosely elegant cut of his suit, 'and I might just end up telling the truth.'

It gets harder every year for Tseng to tie the knot that he does about his throat: his fingers are brittle with arthritis and battle scars, so they are clumsy and disobedient, and hurt enough some days to take his breath away. But that is an indignity that Tseng can take - what he cannot is Reno, at the boardroom table, old and yet still---

'It may come out of a bottle these days,' the redhead grins, fingering the wispy remnants of his truly garish hairstyle, 'but down there I'm still all natural.'

Tseng wakes, in cold sweat, and hopes to god that he dies young.

OMG I sat in on a meeting like that the other day. Going through my mind was: *HEADDESK* *HEADDESK* *HEADDESK* Then I found out the boss has hired another big boss to boss my boss around 'cause they're crap. HAHA. And the new boss is from the Financial Times. = WIN.

Tseng. Beer. A young Zack. House music.

I am scared of Dreamwidth. O.O Apparently irrationally.

AJlfj BOSSES NEED TO BE CONTROLLED MORE THAN THEIR MINIONS. :D :D \o\ Is the new boss full of shiny?

Aww, I love your prompt, but I am DEAD sleepy -- I shall go take a nap first, so that I can come back later and do it justice instead of mangling it to death. \o\

DW gets/got/will get so much hype that it's kind of creepy, yeah, but a lot of my friends on IJ will now have a permanent home, and DW seems a lot easier to navigate (and a lot less prone to failure) than IJ - plus, a lot prettier! I will actually check and crosspost using that thing now!

Gods, don't they just. And if they're male, they do nothing but flail around like school boys. I work with a bunch and cannot help but ask everyday how the heck did you get to your position.

*sighs*

*cooookiiiieeees*

pretty please can I have Spike and lack food - because that's always hilarious, apart from the episode where he's high as a kite on magic mushrooms.

Granada Espada does indeed look wicked cool - I just started up an account on Atlus' Shin Megami Tensei free MMO for the first time, which was all kind of intimidating and overwhelming but still AWESOME so I find myself wanting more! If I can clear up that much space on my little comp then I will definitely join up!

I'm playing around and am sort of confused, but in spite of everything the character designs are really pretty, which is a bit motivational. *g*

SO TRUE. I haven't actually met the new boss, but I am sure he will be majorly shiny. Hopefully pretty too, so I can perve in meetings. >.>

Heee. Go! Sleep! I will enjoy whatever you come up with at a later date!

Mmmm. I can't handle all these different platforms, they stress me out. My thoughts are unorganised enough, I get stressed by numerous comms/journals. I wish LJ hadn't spazzed out in the beginning. Stupid LJ. How does one get invites to DW? ...

*is playing a game to destress* \o\

DW allows for supremely convenient crossposting, which is nice! :D That way I'll be able to update my IJ and DW from the same place WITHOUT worrying about flocking issues and stuff, since I can add open ID people and all. \o\

They're mass giving out invites to people on the 30th, I think - so register up with your Open ID and you might get lucky, or get one of your friends to zip you off one. :D I'm probably going to be buying an account there with $$, in which case you don't need an invite code.

:D G Espada has my head tied up, BUT I WILL WRITE THIS SOON. I loved the magic mushrooms!

You left off []methos AGAIN...!

also I want a Methos-meets-Joe-for-the-first-time drabble. :)

Veld's a Turk, and Reeve's an architect: the should both be dealing in absolutes. They prefer, however, ambiguities.

You will never know how much that line means to me xD It makes my heart soar that somebody else gets it and it makes my brain set off little party poppers and go OH HELLS YES! PARTAAAAAAY!

And just the whole thing. Telling the truth... OMG I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you and your tired self!

Oops. Just spilling in on someone else's prompt but ahahaha... Kunsel/Zack double-teaming Tseng ftw. xD

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I am so sleepy right now that I dare not write anything even vaguely serious

I FAIL

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xD and yet you still manage to pull out something that has meaning \o/

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