"No idea," Fred said. "Big Bossy just said send up two guards, so I'm sending up two guards."
Jason clicked in as well. "Generally, Mr. Tharomar wants to make sure no one gets into his meetings once they start. He had someone come in five years ago interrupting his presentation that was being broadcast to some Portal execs. He lost his temper, and lost the contract."
"Ah, yes, I remember that," Fred said.
"Alright, let's be hasty, boys, hasty!" Vasquez grinned as he finally turned the last corner for the Board Room, adjusting his SWAT armor and waiting at the door for his guards to arrive.
He poked his head in. "I'm here, sir, making sure my men get up alright."
((Essex, Soviet, Khell, Hal, Zeta, Orodreth, and Cowman... thanks for testing this out. Preciate ya being here as well. Hope we can all get a little crazy in here...))
((And for those lookin for a timeframe, its December 18, 2006... a Monday.))
Travis and Preston sat down under the umbrella of one of the deli's tables and enjoyed some sandwiches and hot chocolate.
"Dina's Deli. Man this stuff is incredible," Travis smiled and gave a sideways glance to the vendor owner, Dina, who smiled back at the compliment.
"I think its the Dina rather than the Deli thats so incredible to you," Preston took another bite of his roast beef sandwish.
"Dina, deli, tomato, tomatoe, its all good."
Preston rolled his eyes. The afternoon air opened up for a a harsh wind that blew cold through the city, whistling of the edges of the different buildings. Some of the passers-by had lost hats and papers because of its strength. Preston bundled up a little more in his large black wool overcoat and wrapped his black and red checkered scarf a little tighter around his neck.
"So you gonna tell me whats going on with you," Travis asked, his expression a little more serious than usual.
"Whats to tell? Life's just not the same anymore. I don't fell like I used to about any of it. I just wanna... change," Preston's attention seemed more into dissecting his sandwich that talking to his friend.
Travis furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed his hot cocoa for another sip, "Nothing wrong with that. Seems like there's more to it though. You ain't saying nothin but a word, ya know. Eveyrone looks to change every once in a while," he responded and stole a sip in between sentences, "So, now tell me, go deep, whats up. Let me be the doctor that guides your soul into its inner wounds for realization and reconstruction," Travis' sarcastic mockery of a psychiatrist couldn't escape the smirk that was written on his face as he nudged his partner.
Preston shyed away from Travis with aggravation in his voice, "Come on man... see thats what I'm talking about. Everything is a joke to you. I couldn't talk to you about this even if I wanted to. Just forget it."
The over-sized telemarketer stood up and walked away, back toward Tharomar Enterprises. He looked down at his disheveled white button-up before he closed his jacket and brushed away the crumbs that had attached to him. Some of them reached his black slacks and he patted away at those as well as e continued to walk.
Travis, shocked by Preston's outburst, looked around the deli and saw Dina staring at him. It brought an immediate smile on his face as if to play everything off that he had just felt. He looked down at his ham sandwich and finished the last few bites before he got up with his hot chocolate and trekked back to work as well in wintery silence.
Morgan Calloway sipped her breve' and mused on the wildly varying signals being sent by the body language of the meeting attendees. Moreover, she marveled at the tremendious variation in awareness of the signals being sent by every person in the room. Some were clearly aware, obviously (to her) making every effort to send precisely the signals they thought best. Others were almost painfully aware, their emotions worn on their shirtsleeves.
Why was all of this so obvious to her? Her musings took on an introspective note as the moments drew on. It seemed to her that she had always been able to read people, and to read how they reacted to her (and adjust her own presentation accordingly).
She'd had to. Petite, fair-haired, and with a turned up, elfin nose and a faint dusting of freckles on her cheekbones, Morgan Calloway was practically the dictionary definition of "cute." Not beautiful or elegant...cute. Unless she took steps to offset it, she was continually being dismissed as a perky decoration. People saw "cute," and missed the agile, focused mind and the iron will beneath.
Not that anyone in this room was likely to make that mistake. Morgan had, at 31, become one of the youngest Vice Presidents of Marketing in any major corporation through a combination of hard work and incandescent talent. And a not-inconsiderable skill at corporate politics, based in no small part on her almost uncanny ability to read people. If she didn't know better (she'd been tested), she'd have sworn she had some sort of paranormal abilities in that regard. But that was silly. She wasn't a "meta."
Snapping out of her musings as the meeting looked about to come to order, Morgan assured herself that her laptop was on the network and ready to help her instantly fetch any marketing info that might be called for. She had no firm idea of teh agenda for the meeting, which bothered her. But when the bigg(er)-wigs elected to be mysterious, there wasn't much the not-quite-so-big-wigs could say about it. One adapted.
"And in this moment, I will not run.
It is my place to stand.
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands."
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((Essex, Soviet, Khell, Hal, Zeta, Orodreth, and Cowman... thanks for testing this out. Preciate ya being here as well. Hope we can all get a little crazy in here...))
((And for those lookin for a timeframe, its November 20, 2006... about four days from Thanksgiving))
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((Eh, it's not too farfetched. I've seen snow in October before. Having it around Thanksgiving isn't very odd. But maybe it's a regional thing. 
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((Yea, im used to snow that early...normal for me, but since there is depravity...))
((Can I have some snow now with my jingle bells since I can't have it with my cranberry sauce...? ))
Percy glanced at Vasquez and his usual military equipment, and restrained himself from sighing. For crying out loud. This is a company. . . not boot camp.
And the worst of it was that it was probably necessary. Why did the human race have to be so violent and unreasonable? You would never guess, from walking down the streets in Diamond City. . . and yet the news every day had so much killing and suffering. . . Couldn't people just work out their problems peaceably? He was sure they could come to some sort of agreement.
But the meeting would start soon. Percy set his thoughts aside and waited for Tharomar to speak.
((What's wrong with snow in Thanksgiving? You crazy hot-weather people! XD
And no problem, Ninjin. :P I can't resist the drama. If I get posting too fast, though, please feel free to send me a PM and let me know and I'll tone it down. *holding self back*))
The soft tapping of Penny's laptop interrupted the absolute silence of the room. It wasn't an annoying tapping, just a soft and subtle rustle of keys to create a background music.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard expertly as she began listing the attendants of the meeting at the top of her transcript. It was something she liked to finish right away.
...That and the silence was getting to her. Penny got fidgety when nothing was happening.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((I'll try to give this a shot late tonight after I get home from work. Right now, I am thinking of a character but... late tonight, the results will come.
Oh and a heads up. During the week (Monday-Friday), there will be times where I may be gone for a time frame from 14 hours at a time to as long as about 2-3 days depending on how crazy work gets and if I am awake enough to post when I get home late nights.))
Tharomar nodded once to Velasquez. As soon as the guards arrived and the doors closed, this meeting could begin...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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(OOC: In So Cal, we ain't gettin no snow...EVER!!!)
Dr Jennifer Ann Morse, known as Jen to her colleagues at Alaska Regional Hospital stared at the snow falling outside her new apartment in the city of Rockwell. Shed arrived 3 days ago and was still getting used to Eastern Standard time. She looked longingly at her jeans and boots in the corner and sighed. No more wearing those to work anymore. Now that she was attached to Tharomar Hospital, it was business attire and white coats again for her. She swung her legs out of bed and whipped the curtains open. The newly fallen snow was going to create traffic and delay and she didnt want to be late for her first day on the job. I dont see what the big deal is. Its 3 inches of snow. She muttered. Ive seen worse this time of year. She looked at the two kittens sleeping on her bed. You ladies be good now while Im at work. I had enough trouble convincing the landlady that you could be here. She went into the next bedroom and shook the child. Come on Missy, up and at em. Mom needs to go to work.
The child opened her eyes and groaned. Its still dark outside and its snowing. She said.
Yeah you should be used to that. At least its warm. Jen said with a smile. Go on downstairs and get Teazie and Jerrie their tuna. I need to shower and get into a monkey suit. Her daughter laughed and got up yelling at the kittens to hurry up. Jen jumped in the shower and quickly washed what little hair she had. She got out and got dressed once again looking longingly at her boots and jeans on the floor. She went downstairs and her daughter was ready with a bagel and cream cheese for her.
For you mommy. I used the butter knife like you told me. She said
Jen looked at the bagel with the wad of cream cheese on one side and nothing on the other. She smiled. Thank you sweetie. I am sure it will be delicious. She said herding the young child out the door. She started her car and backed down the driveway stopping just in time because someone came sliding sideways down the street with their brakes clearly pressed in totally. Hey let up on your brakes a little. She yelled through the window. The man gave her the finger as he careened into a snow bank. Jen laughed as she drove down the hill. She dropped Leenie off at the daycare and then drove over to the hospital. She knew that eventually shed have to stop by the headquarters of the hospitals namesake and fill some paperwork out but right now she had some files and an office to organize. She walked in and showed her ID to the guard at the door.
Dr Morse, you are requested to stop by Tharomar Enterprises headquarters at your earliest convenience. A nurse at the station said when he saw her walk in.
I know, but I have some stuff to get done here first. Besides its best to let the bigwigs get their daily dose of Caffeine poisoning before meetings new employees. Especially doctors. She said sipping her own cup of coffee. Anything happen while I was out?
The nurse was clearly shocked that this young doctor who had no right talking about her employer that way was. Well the patient in room 193 was having a lot of trouble sleeping. He kept demanding more pain medication. Ive been told to tell the first doctor that I saw that Dr Eggard is away and that he or she make themselves available to his patients if the nurses need them. Since youre the first one to make it through that treacherous weather you are volunteered. He said.
Jen could read the unspoken words too. The staff here clearly didnt trust her with her own patients and they wouldnt trust her with them until she had passed approval by the owners of the hospital. She nodded curtly. How do I go about doing that
.Robert. She said reading the nurses nametag..
Find a nurse named Kara and let her know. He said. Ive got work to do. He turned and walked out leaving a stunned Jen staring at an empty nurses station. She turned and walked into room 193. The patient was asleep and Jen quietly checked his chart. Hed developed a cough during the night. She ordered increased fluids then went to find Kara to let her know that she was around in case anything happened. Ill have to get by Tharomar later and check in.
((Well there we have it. I am unsure as to where Jen would fit in. So Ill let the architects of this thread place her somewhere. Physical description is about 6 ft, slim but not scrawny. She has red hair which is kept short on purpose and bright green eyes with a mischievous twinkle in them. She is divorced and has no use for males for the most part. As for her home life, she lives in a modest 1 bedroom apartment with her daughter and 2 cats Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer. Anything else about her you will have to discover for yourself.))
"Sorry I'm late, Chief," Khell huffed as he jogged up to the conference room door.
Straightening his jacket and adjusting his shoulder holster, Khell stepped through the door, nodded at everyone inside, and took up his post on the right side of the doors. Khell had pulled this duty before, but not that often, and knew that he was supposed to stay quiet, look guard-ish, and stop anyone who tried to open the door. It was the other guard's job to question the person who wanted in.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Vasquez nodded. "I think we're about to start, so I'm gonna head in. If number two takes any more than five more minutes to get up here, gimmie three clicks, channel seven. Keep quiet though, 'cause you know how Tharomar gets when his security force gets chatty."
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Tharomar: Guards! Make sure the CEO doesn't leave this room until I come and get him.
Garage Guard: Not to leave the room even if you come and get him.
Khell: Hic!
Tharomar: No, no. Until I come and get him.
Garage Guard: Until you come and get him, we're not to enter the room.
Tharomar: No, no. No. You stay in the room and make sure he doesn't leave.
Garage Guard: And you'll come and get him.
Khell: Hic!
Tharomar: Right.
Garage Guard: We don't need to do anything apart from just stop him entering the room.
Tharomar: No, no. Leaving the room.
Garage Guard: Leaving the room. Yes. [sniff]
Tharomar: All right?
Garage Guard: Right.
Khell: Hic!
Tharomar: Right.
Garage Guard: Oh, if-- if-- if, uhh-- if-- if-- w-- ehh-- i-- if-- if we--
Tharomar: Yes? What is it?
Garage Guard: Oh, i-- if-- i-- oh--
Tharomar: Look, it's quite simple.
Garage Guard: Uh...
Tharomar: You just stay here and make sure 'e doesn't leave the room. All right?
Khell: Hic!
Tharomar: Right.
Garage Guard: Oh, I remember. Uhh, can he leave the room with us?
Tharomar: N-- no, no. No. You just keep him in here and make sure he--
Garage Guard: Oh, yes. We'll keep him in here, obviously, but if he had to leave and we were with him--
Tharomar: No, no, no, no. Just keep him in here--
Garage Guard: Until you or anyone else--
Tharomar: No, not anyone else. Just me.
Garage Guard: Just you.
Khell: Hic!
Tharomar: Get back.
Garage Guard: Get back.
Tharomar: All right?
Garage Guard: Right. We'll stay here until you get back.
Khell: Hic!
Tharomar: And, uh, make sure he doesn't leave.
Garage Guard: What?
Tharomar: Make sure 'e doesn't leave.
Garage Guard: The CEO?
Tharomar: Yes. Make sure 'e doesn't leave.
Garage Guard: Oh, yes, of course.
Khell: Hic!
Garage Guard: Ah. I thought you meant him. You know, it seemed a bit daft me havin' to guard him when he's a guard.
Tharomar: Is that clear?
Khell: Hic!
Garage Guard: Oh, quite clear. No problems.
Tharomar: Right. Where are you going?
Garage Guard: We're coming with you.
Tharomar: No, no. I want you to stay here and make sure 'e doesn't leave.
Garage Guard: Oh, I see. Right. ))
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((*Hides the Holy Hand Grenade behind his back*))
((And +10 for Essex.))
((Since the other guard was "Random Garage Guard #1", can we assume that they are both there now?
And Jenne, Julienne, welcome. No worries, Jenne, I don't see this gettin all crazy like Brightstar, which is an amazing concept by the way, so post when you can.))
Clarence Thomas shifted in his chair and cleared his throat before speaking. He became impatient when he was around Howard and wanted nothing more than to relieve himself of his presence as soon as possible. This meeting, more or less, was to fill him in on things he felt the need to know about. Sometimes Clarence wondered why he was even given this position if Howard was going to be digging in everything that happened at the company. To him, Tharomar saw him as a joke.
We'll see who's joke is on who when Tharomar is-
"Sorry I'm late, Chief," Khell huffed as he jogged up to the conference room door.
Straightening his jacket and adjusting his shoulder holster, Khell stepped through the door, nodded at everyone inside, and took up his post on the right side of the doors.
This is who we were waiting on? This is the reason I have been waiting? I believe a shift change may be in order. Something of the graveyard kind.
Clarence slid his chair forward and pressed a button on his computer. He brought his briefcase onto the table and rested it next to the computer, patting it once for good measure. He never wanted to bring attention to it, but it was always with him wherever he went.
"Ok, Mr. Tharomar, if it's right with you, perhaps we can get started," Clarence cringed at the respect due when he called him "Mr." This was going to have to end soon.
((I think Khell was speaking to Vaz.))
((Yea, Essex's post was while I was writing mine...))
((Wow...just wow. 
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With everyone here, Tharomar waved two fingers at the large double door, ordering it closed without a word, which was promptly taken care of.
Several clicks and clacks sounded as Velasquez locked the door from the inside, then took his seat. The door was nearly soundproof, but Khell could probably hear what was being said if he listened closely enough.
"Nice to see everyone could make it." Tharmar began, absently glancing at his watch. Certain people knew what he wassaying this this, but he continued without losing a step, "Ladies and gentlemen, our company is about to take off, and quite literally so. The project your departments have all been working so hard on is nearly complete, and soon we will succeed even Crey and Portal Corp as we spread our influence across the globe."
Those who knew about the inner company workings, which included everyone important enough - Clarence of course being the foremost in that field - immediately made the connection to Project Forecast.
Project Forecast was an old, but unrealized idea that could revolutionize literally the entire world. The basic idea was simple and had been dreamed of for centuries...
Global weather control.
With the mammoth of a satellite, currently under construction at a secret location, the entire planet's weather patterns could be steered almost perfectly, giving humanity true conrol of the climate.
The deserts could be made fertile, and the hungry could be fed.
Or a disliked rogue governemnt could find itself suddenly scooped up and shredded to bits in the maw of a tornado so strong the world had never witnessed such horrid power and destruction.
Oh, for the right price, there were SO many possibilities...
But of course, Project Forecast depended not only on some shadily 'acquired' Rikti technology, but also bio-research, the latest in microcircuitry technology - specifically the Z-chip - and of course expertly programed code secure from any...unsavory elements...among others.
"Mr. Thomas," Tharomar went on, turning to Clarence, "Since you are first on our agenda, do indulge us. Is the chip on schedule...?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Vasquez seriously considered scribbling some notes, but decided against it.
This isn't even my department...I hate 'high-level' meetings....
...I wonder what that secretary is doing later...
Dr. McCourd had reached the upper levels and made his way to Clarence Thomas' office. Both his seceretary's were gone. Looking down at his watch, he figured they were at lunch. Just then his stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten in about five hours.
Grabbing a post-it from Vanessa's desk, he wrote down a message and stuck it to the old man's door.
It's being built now. I'll bring it up tomorrow morning for a test run.
Dr. McCourd
He walked back out towards the elevator. He looked down the hall towards the board room seeing a guard standing in front of the door. With a smirk he walked over.
"Mornin'. Big shots havin' their mornin' mind-melding?" his sarcasm was thick, but not directed at the guard outside.
Percy waited for Clarence to speak. He had been astounded at the idea of controlling the weather when he had been assigned to work on Project Forecast, and had been twice as motivated since. Of course, he had felt all his life that if one only knew how, anything was possible. It was like programming; you could tell the computer to do anything, if you could write the code.
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Walking up to Sarah's door, which was open, Khell rapped politely on the doorframe and then leaned in.
"Hello, miss," he said. "Just checking to see if everything is alright."
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Sarah looked up and gave her first real smile of the day.
She liked Khell-he reminded her a little of her own grandfather, long dead now.
"Oh, fine, just having one of those days, Khell..."
His pager cut her off, and he hurried away with an apologetic look. And it was then that Sarah noticed that there seemed to be a great deal more activity than usual...people running back and forth, hurried conversations...what was going on?
she stepped out of her office and flagged down a breathless intern.
"Where's the fire?"
He looked at her as if she'd grown horns.
"Big meeting...Theromar's called all the heads of departments...been on the schedule for weeks..."
Sarah let him go, feeling like an idiot. Of course. The entire department had been talking about it since she got here four days ago. Thank god VanLoosen wasn't head of her department.