soul_logs | V-Day Means Work Day. [OPEN]

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V-Day Means Work Day. [OPEN]

Characters: Roy and other Workaholics
Location: The DOGS Office
Rating: G for now!
Time: February 14, after training until whenever!
Description: What do you do while love is in the air and a chocolate craze has hit Death City? Work like nobody's business.

Even with all of the buzz and the excitement, Valentine's Day was just another day, wasn't it? That meant that people got up, people trained, and people went to work, especially if they happened to be employed with DOGS and the Watch.

Of course, Death City had a way of making things stop being normal pretty quickly...

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[Of course Mustang reported for work to day. Oddly enough, however, he isn't holed up in his own office - he's actually decided to occupy the couch in the general work area with the reports and other things he needs to do, right where people can bug him if they want to.

Have at him?]

[Another work day, another morning spent first at the office. The only thing was that he got some chocolate this morning to have together with his post-training coffee. So, he takes a nibble before sipping his cuppa jove.

A few moments later...]

Even in my heart I see
You're not bein' true to me
Deep within my soul I feel
Nothing's like it used to be

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time
Impossible as it may seem
But I wish I could so bad, baby...

[He suddenly strikes a dramatic boy band pose!]

Quit playin' games with my heart.

[What's this? You came to work to escape the Valentine's Shenanigans? Well sucks to be you, because Fabiola, while not blatantly, will be making her way into HQ carrying a stack of cookie trays that nearly reaches her eyes. There are sugar, chocolate-chip, oatmeal, chocolate chocolate-chip, macaroons, butter cookies, shortbread, chocolate and snickerdoodles.

SHE REALLY WANTS TO SPREAD SOME TOTALLY PLATONIC APPRECIATION FEELS GUYS, OKAY?!]

[Early in the morning, L's just arrived after finding and eating his chocolates.

He is replenishing his coffee at the machine, singing to himself. He seems hardly aware of what he's doing... but just listen to those lyrics.]

I want you writhing, beneath me and bare,
Chained and unable to move,
I want you to say, the way that some pray,
Your innocence, you can prove.

[Barnaby hates his life. But he's trying to be at least somewhat productive by reading through files, seated at a desk with Kotetsu snoring on his shoulder. Under the table, the two are holding hands, something Barnaby is trying to hide for sake of his pride. But for now, he's just going to read through this file and do his best to not say anything, because what is tact, restraint, or restriction?]

[She had meant to dispose of the chocolate. Really. She hadn't meant to eat it at all. But she'd been in a hurry and didn't want to just leave it outside her door and tossed it in with her lunch and then...forgot about it. She'd been tired enough lately that she wasn't as sharp as she was normally and she ate the chocolate along with her lunch.

She was regretting it now.

She could tell now when she was about to break into song, but the fact that she can't stop it just made it even more frustrating. This time it happened right as she finished refilling her mug with coffee.]

You don't have to be beautiful
To turn me on
I just need your body baby
From dusk till dawn
You don't need experience
To turn me out
You just leave it all up to me
I'm gonna show you what it's all about

[Definitely regretting it. So, so much.]

Edited 2012-05-02 03:55 (UTC)

Shuurei was at work as usual in the evening but there were a couple of odd things that night. To one side of her desk was a large stack of boxes, filled with hundreds and hundreds of miniature steamed buns. Whenever someone walked by, she would insist they take at least one of the red bean paste-filled treats.

And at the other side of the desk were several stacks of paperwork, each a foot tall. Once in a while, she would finish writing another report and add it to one of the stacks. And she was smiling the whole time as if paperwork was the most wonderful thing in existence. Even if she was a workaholic, surely this was a bit ridiculous…

[OOC: Replies might be a bit slow since I’m somewhat backlogged at the moment due to renovations at home. Action or prose is fine.]

Edited 2012-05-02 04:31 (UTC)

Yuri had done his best to ignore anything to do with Valentine's Day. The day itself had lost its meaning to the Judge long ago, and he simply had no interest or desire to partake in any of the 'festivities'. That was why he had arrived at the Agency much easier than he should have and had done some work before finally making his way into the Watch building.

Skilfully avoiding anything to do with the useless 'holiday', Yuri made himself a cup of tea, stirring in just the right amount of honey of course, before skulking his way into his office and closing the door behind him. With some luck, everyone would be too involved with themselves to come and bother him, and he would be able to get his work done in peace.

Setting the teacup down on his desk, he got himself set up before sitting down and getting onto his work.

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