KittenCollector
Nipper Cadet
Sinful and Loathing It
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Post by KittenCollector on Jun 5, 2017 7:05:55 GMT
> Treat yourself to some lunch. Hard work is hungry work.
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Camios
Mr. Snoozyprince Mcsleepypants
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Post by Camios on Jun 5, 2017 7:41:10 GMT
>Obviously you should pick up the new Farmer's Almanac and compare it to the old one. While your previous edition will always be a classic, what could they have put in this new tome of knowledge? A new star? Different storm patterns unseen in previous years? The truth is before you, so you must learn!
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Post by Y to B on Jun 7, 2017 0:40:21 GMT
(Out of the cradle! we should celebrate)
>Check the news when you can.
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Post by Curris on Jun 9, 2017 7:27:56 GMT
You could take your break. . . But you seem like a man who enjoys your work, for its own sake.
Maybe you should take up a side project. Something useful, for yourself, and the nation.
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immemorAugur
Bravesprout
"I'm a Wizard, Lizard, and about to cast a Blizzard." -My level 109 Argonian mage
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Post by immemorAugur on Jul 20, 2017 1:14:16 GMT
>Obviously you should pick up the new Farmer's Almanac and compare it to the old one. While your previous edition will always be a classic, what could they have put in this new tome of knowledge? A new star? Different storm patterns unseen in previous years? The truth is before you, so you must learn! Hmm. Of all your job's responsibility, you rather think that your favourite is the proofreading of various materials. Especially the books! Even though there are very few books ever released. The record number of books available for reading at any one time was ten, but you aren't allowed to talk about that apparently. Every now and then they hand you a lot of nondisclosure agreements and never release the book they've asked you to read to the public. Quite a shame, really, you remember every word of those books, and people certainly would have enjoyed them. You hope that doesn't happen with this edition, the farmer's almanac is a very useful tool for... Someone? The party regulates the climate everywhere, making it always the on season for every crop, so what good this does outside of the horticulturists in higher office than you, and even then, a lot of this data seems pointless in that case. Sure you have a simulated night sky with brilliantly beautiful stars, but that doesn't help a farmer down in the lower level. So you're kind of unsure as to its point in its current state. Other than the obvious and serious entertainment value, you mean. Any good Farmer's Almanac (which is to say, all of them) should be a action packed ride from start to finish. The phases of the moon? Like watching a party sanctioned movie! Star charts? Whoo wee, that's like a fight breaking out during a intercity sports event! Reading that the whole area around the dome for a several thousand mile radius is covered in nothing but the plague smoke, and that the concentration of viral particles per million of air is only going to increase exponentially? Wait. The paperwork you filled out an hour ago mentioned that there were large swathes of area that have been clear of those toxins for an oddly unspecified number of days, and an expedition with a probe is being planned by the Department of Old World Recovery. Hmm. You should probably just correct the book after lunch. You inventory the new edition of the book in case you need some mid-lunch reading material. You could take your break. . . But you seem like a man who enjoys your work, for its own sake.
Maybe you should take up a side project. Something useful, for yourself, and the nation. Actually, funny you should mention that! Recently you've been helping the Public Administration of Truth Provision with their motivational posters, and you're rather happy with your designs. So far, you've designed posters that highlight the glorious architecture of the city, a few mocking the strangely resilient terrorist cell within the city, and others reminding everyone of the amazing reasons to love the party. It's quite a fulfilling thing to do in your spare time, and you were given one of your earlier designs to hang in your room for your contribution to citizen morale. Of course, every piece you make is intellectual property of the party, so really they didn't have to. You mostly work on them when you're waiting for a new stack of paperwork to come in, so you don't have quite as much time to draw as you'd really like. You really have to seize the opportunities around you to operate at 100% efficiency, but it's all worth it, you think. Currently, they want something related to the police force, as there have been unfortunate incidents with citizens being a tad unruly, so you've decided to draw a police officer in his riot suppression gear, as it looks a lot more interesting than the regular uniform. You hope that volunteering your artistic efforts to the cause will remind people that the world The Founders worked so hard to create only functions when all the people within it are cooperating for a better future. Although, you think it's kind of impossible to be any better than this. With all this fighting against the officers that are simply trying to uphold this system, it makes you wonder if they think the system isn't perfect. Then you think, perhaps there is something wrong with the system, but the aspect that's wrong are those individuals. It would be almost be like trying to run an antique clock with a busted gear on the inside, it simply doesn't keep time right. Perhaps in this analogy you've created the police are the mechanics? Repairing the broken pieces in Custodial Campuses rather than a workbench? Maybe your next poster can be based around something like that! (Out of the cradle! we should celebrate) >Check the news when you can. With all your focus directed to your art, you didn't listen the afternoon announcements. Given that those are the primary method of the government transmitting information to its people, you should probably have a listen.
ANNOUNCER: Good afternoon, loyal citizens, we hope you've had a good work day so far. ANNOUNCER: Weather today hasn't changed, and barring any electrical issues, it should remain this was. ANNOUNCER: The Vertiball match against the citizens of D-City has been scheduled for next week on the 27th, and we would like to inquire if any members of the community would be willing to volunteer their efforts to welcome our sister city's team and help cater the event. ANNOUNCER: Once more, we remind people that the construction of a statue of The One Divine is underway, and that we should respect the area around the statue so as to avoid causing damage to the integrity of the sculpture. ANNOUNCER: Restoration of various ventilation systems are currently being performed, so if your dwelling or workplace air feels stale, don't worry, the system should be up and running within the week. ANNOUNCER: That's all for the moment, and lunch break has begun, so goodbye folks. Have a good meal, and enjoy your free time.
> Treat yourself to some lunch. Hard work is hungry work. You hear various poofs and hisses coming from the machine before the blue cylinder shoots through the pneumatic tube into the receptacle as it has so many times before. Removing the container to view its contents, you are pleased to be greeted by delicious food. Ah, the classic Sandwich, cheese stick, and Fruit combo. Hm. Darn. You're not a fan of whole grain bread. Eh. Not the end of the world. A sandwich is a sandwich. Someday though, you'd like to go down to the lower levels and meet the farmers and ranchers that so faithfully grow and raise food for themselves and their city, and thank them for their contributions to civilization. The city can't function without a source of food, and that contribution is way more important to the sustainability of this place than you are. It would be nice to thank them, face to face, and perhaps design a few motivational posters for them, and a few for up here, to remind people that they exist and deserve recognition. >Socialise with your workmates. You leave your office building and venture towards the courtyard, where a smattering of people are socializing together. Er... You aren't sure just quite who you should talk to... They all seem to be in groups together, and it's always awkward when someone who's uninitiated with a group's idiosyncrasies chimes in. Pairs are often worse though, because then there are less people to recognize the awkward feeling produced and deflect it away with some kind of comment... But then groups are often worse because you have more eyes on you for coming in to interrupt their established trains of thought, and more support when they think that perhaps you should leave or something. Eating alone is an option, but you'd rather the company, if it would take you, anyways. Oh goodness. Whatever are you going to do?
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KittenCollector
Nipper Cadet
Sinful and Loathing It
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Post by KittenCollector on Jul 20, 2017 4:06:54 GMT
> Enjoy your lunch with whoever's at that desk behind you. But don't initiate a conversation or anything, just settle down really close and start eating. Total power move.
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Camios
Mr. Snoozyprince Mcsleepypants
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Post by Camios on Jul 20, 2017 7:46:01 GMT
>In order to nullify both the awkwardness of a pair and the social judging of a three or more person group, find someone who is alone to eat with!
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Post by Smuch on Jul 21, 2017 9:38:10 GMT
>Your motivational poster would work better if the policeman was interacing with a citizen in some friendly way. Maybe a handshake ?
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Post by Curris on Jul 21, 2017 21:24:01 GMT
There appears to be paint (purple?) on the face of the statue. Is that intentional? Also, something brown behind it. (A box?) Go talk to the fellow statue loungers.
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Post by Wam on Aug 2, 2017 7:39:28 GMT
To relieve some tension in the atmosphere, RUB
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Post by Wam on Aug 2, 2017 7:40:30 GMT
To relieve some tension in the atmosphere, RUB
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Post by Wam on Aug 2, 2017 7:41:31 GMT
Did NOT mean to post that twice i love you
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Post by Y to Wam on Aug 2, 2017 7:46:38 GMT
(please don't shitpost)
>remember your childhood fondly
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immemorAugur
Bravesprout
"I'm a Wizard, Lizard, and about to cast a Blizzard." -My level 109 Argonian mage
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Post by immemorAugur on Nov 3, 2017 19:39:03 GMT
There appears to be paint (purple?) on the face of the statue. Is that intentional? Also, something brown behind it. (A box?) Paint? No, such laziness would be an insult to the One God's visage with this medium, carved to perfection out of the finest false marble produced. No, the eyes of Fate are made of fine synthetic gems, the eight eyes of Fate bore into the soul and judge from his seat in the heavens. His living form as represented here is something to behold. Oh, what's this? There's a plaque here, you wonder what it says. The plaque has the Prayer to the One on it, a traditional speech given by the priesthood before sermons. It warns of the ills of the world before, the false gods that they believed in, and the truly living god of Fate, whom heretics believed to be dead. Upon the side of the government's seal is the name of the True God in his own tongue, which you cannot read, only the priesthood is allowed to know the forbidden words of power. Supposedly, they can shape the world around them when spoken, so only people deemed worthy are allowed to study it. Luckily, you don't see it anywhere other than religious monuments and religious books which a normal citizen is disallowed from being near, so it's not like you're really missing anything. You've always wondered who the old gods were, though, and how so many heretics were enraptured by their false promises. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on who you ask, the writings on the old idols were lost or burned long ago.
As curious of the old customs as you are, you are still glad that the power of fate is not contested by the sinners of the old world. How wise and powerful to be able to remove such nuisances from existence.
Go talk to the fellow statue loungers. Seeing as they happen to be right there, you try to make casual conversation with the trio. After the typical pleasantries regarding the uncontested greatness of the union, the conversation stops short. It was mostly you doing the talking anyways, and they don't look like they're quite sure how to respond. Mostly they just sort of stare at you, with a few confused looks exchanged amongst themselves. They don't seem very welcoming, perhaps you'll take your company elsewhere.
>In order to nullify both the awkwardness of a pair and the social judging of a three or more person group, find someone who is alone to eat with! You re-enter the office, the awkward tension of your last encounter was much more than you could endure.
> Enjoy your lunch with whoever's at that desk. But don't initiate a conversation or anything, just settle down really close and start eating. Total power move. You settle in on the couch, sitting on the side closest to your soon-to-be friend, in hopes that it will make you seem more personable and easier to approach. Your power move gives you a great deal of confidence. So much confidence. Yes. No. Don't lie to yourself, it isn't healthy. You're just as nervous as you were, but at least you can eat and not look quite as awkward as you otherwise would. The sandwich is unfortunately dry, as the mayonnaise is missing. This is not the first food item to disappear, mustard went the way of the dodo a few months ago, although no one else seems to remember what it was. White bread is rarer now, and you suspect it soon will have followed in the footsteps of it's condiment counterparts. Perhaps the ingredients were more useful in some other form of production, you think to yourself. It's not like a condimentless, whole grain sandwich is a terrible thing, you're still eating after all, and the boon the material likely provided elsewhere is enough to make you forget just how much you dislike whole grain bread, and how dry the meal has become. At least the fruit is ok. Oh dear, she's noticed you. You are about to attempt to use some kind of ice breaker when she cuts you short, letting you know that perhaps you should be enjoying your designated lunch break to get away from the office, that her work is too important to be interrupted, and that you are doing exactly that. You think that perhaps the best course of action is to leave as per her wishes. It must be a really important game of solitaire she's working on there. Perhaps there are hidden Party secrets within the game that you are not currently privy to, but they must be important to have you sent off like that. You find yourself relocated in an alley nearby the offices to get away from people. Perhaps alone time is what you need, more than socialization. It's a little messy in here, but the cleaners should be by to remove the gross People Against The Party propaganda from behind you after lunch hour is over. >remember your childhood fondly With no one around, you turn to your faithful fuzzy companion, he'll always talk to you, no matter how inconvenient it is for him. Not that he will ever have inconveniences, he is just a stuffed animal, after all. When you were little, you used to pretend he was a real cat though, pouncing on anything that moved, exuding nothing but adorableness, and being an apathetic fuzzball. That was a lot of your childhood, playing with the cat. You had other toys of course, but you never were quite as attached to any of them. You had a few friends, but several of them turned out to be criminals, and a few no longer exist, or rather, never existed, but you still remember. There are very few things you forget. Speaking of remembering things, upon a brief reflection, you remember that your cat buddy was never assigned a name. You went back and forth between a bunch when you were little, but you never ended up settling on one. Maybe you should finalize it, give your buddy here a name worthy of such a loyal companion! What should his or her name be?
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ten11
Gadabout Pipsqueak
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Post by ten11 on Nov 4, 2017 10:01:20 GMT
>Myn
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medsal15
Greentike
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Post by medsal15 on Nov 23, 2017 19:02:12 GMT
>Cuddle kitten plush
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Post by GreatKaiserNui on Nov 27, 2017 1:54:06 GMT
Don't forget your roots!, this is Cat Toy #97866468.
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