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Ha! I thought that was fun! Saturday, 18-Dec-1999 18:07:03
"Hmmmm..." Visionary sat at his cleared desk and tapped his chin thoughtfully. If he didn't find some new female recruits to interview, chances were that somebody would pile some paperwork in front of him. Visionary hated paperwork... although he had to admit that the fact that they let him sign stuff with a rubber stamp was cool... and he always enjoyed using the embossing stamp to put the LL seal on his tie. He looked guiltily at the intercom next to the phone, then finally pressed the button. "Troia, is there anyone out there waiting to see me?" he asked plaintively, "Anyone at all?" "Who is this?" the voice on the other end demanded. "Um... me...Visionary?" Visionary answered quietly. "You know... your boss? The guy who stamps your checks?" "No... It couldn't be Visionary..." Troia answered calmly. "I made it quite clear to Visionary that he wasn't to touch the intercom again after the 31st time he called out to ask me that same question. I described in detail what would happen if I were forced to take my spear and come in there. Are you sure you're not mistaken?" "Um... yes, perhaps a wire got crossed somewhere" Visionary answered hurriedly. "That will be all, Ms. Troia... thank you." He pulled back his hand and looked at the intercom like it had bitten him. He was beginning to miss monitor duty. The computer they put in his office didn't have a channel tuner... the only entertainment he could access was the internet (which was populated almost entirely by strange, frighteningly odd people who apparently had nothing better to do) or 'Freecell', which he didn't know how to play. Maybe he could get Hallie to teach him... That's when it hit him... Hallie! Without thinking, he pressed the intercom button. "What???" the voice on the other end growled. "Er... um..." he stammered, "Methinks I didst presseth the wrong button... uh... Verily" he said quickly in his best Ausgardian accent then hung up. Perhaps he had better call up Hallie himself. Pulling a Rolodex out of his desk drawer, he flipped through it until he found the number to Hallie's weekend mainframe. While it took him a few tries to get an outside line from his office phone (was he supposed to dial the nine first, or the one?) the phone finally started ringing. This was immediately followed by a click, two short beeps, one long one, and a whole lot of static. "Um... Hallie?" he asked the static. "You there?" "Hmmmm? Oh... hey there" a female voice finally answered. "Sorry about that, I don't get many human gentleman callers. What can I do for you?" "Actually, I was wondering if you'd be able to use the movie gun to whip up a batch of virtual females." Visionary explained succinctly. There was a pause. "Is this spiffy again?" "What?" He asked. "No! This is Visionary... you know... the first one." "Does Cheryl know you're ordering fake women by phone?" "It's not like that!" he insisted. "It's... uh... wait-a-minute, are you saying you get requests like this a lot?" "Hell, that little raccoon fellow usually has specific measurements he wants me to use" she answered with a shudder in her voice. "It's not my place to say, but you have some very disturbed teammates..." "Quite" Visionary agreed. "Uh.. You haven't made any cartoon characters for anyone, have you?" "What?" "Nevermind" he replied shaking his head. "I'd never be able to watch 'Daria' again." "Oooookay" Hallie answered. "In any event, the answer is 'no' unless it's for a very good cause." "Yes... well, in light of our conversation, I'd have to say that's for the best" Visionary conceded. He also decided he should get off the phone before he asked her whether she had any 'Batman' episodes on file featuring Harley Quinn. "Thanks anyway Hallie... take care". Visionary leaned back in his chair and regarded his clean desk thoughtfully. Finally, he sighed. "Troia?" he asked, pressing the intercom button while wincing in anticipation. "I don't suppose you have anything that needs my signature?" The door was suddenly kicked open and the Lair secretary appeared clutching a huge pile of documents with both hands. With a certain degree of relish she slammed them down, engulfing the surface of the desk. Visionary could only imagine the number of trees that had to die to produce this much paperwork. "This ought to keep you occupied for a while" she noted. "Just let me clear some extra space for you to work." She grabbed the intercom off the desk and physically ripped it from it's connection in the wall. It sparked violently then died as wisps of smoke emanated from it. "Will there be anything else for now?" "Um... no" Visionary answered in a tiny voice from behind the safety of the massive pile of documents. "Thank you." It wasn't until she left that he realized he had no idea where he had put his rubber stamp. Visionary, retroactively adding a scene to Yo's story. |
| Since like nobody wanted to make a RR of my last post, here is the sucky conclusion (Yo would have like better to read one from you =() (18-Dec-1999 16:46:43) |
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