2005-11-06

<Hans_Lynx> 4On
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::XD forgot that there word -g-::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Oops XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ::so! enters the MBI buildin’! woooooo! goes to find ze directorrrr::
<MarkSulfur> ::is getting coffee::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::this the same day or next day?::
<TashaForge> ::issa in the breakroom getting coffee and donuts…er..unless not wanted there cause of interiew. lol! mun was already typing when she saw that::
<TashaForge> ((next day))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::so, um, what did we do with me? Could have just slept on the sofa, since they probably don’t want her escaping::
<Hans_Lynx> ::arrives at Mark’s office. no one thar? hmmm wanders hallways searching for director. whistling some tune or another merrily, hands in pockets::
<Hans_Lynx> ::either there or in informary onna cot mun would think::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::that works too::
* _Matt_ has joined #mbi_sk
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((Hey Matt! we just started ^_^))
* Hans_Lynx sets mode: +o _Matt_
<TashaForge> ((heys!))
<TashaForge> ::gets her cup of coffee and sips:: so anything interesting today, Director?
<MarkSulfur> No, not really. ::small smile::
<Hans_Lynx> ::peeks in breakroom to see a few kats in thar, including Mr. Director! stops whistling:: Ah, Mr. Sulfur. ::smiles:: Am I early today?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::over in the infirmary, has slept the night on one of the cots on the edge. Wakes up, yawns and stretches and scratches::
<MarkSulfur> ::blinks, turns:: YOu are…?
<TashaForge> ::stops and looks to the newbie!::
<_Matt_> (( brb in just a little bit… ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Okay))
* _Matt_ is now known as Matt_brb
<Hans_Lynx> Don’t you remember me from the other day? ::steps in the room:: Hans Lynx.  I met you and Agent Forge a few days ago.  Glad to see you’ve gotten that large airplane wheel removed from the street.  Makes parking easier.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::begins to remember where she is, and fully wakes up. Tries to make her bed, fails, then slips her sneakers back on and digs a hairbrush out of her backpack::
<Hans_Lynx> You called me in concerning my application…?
<Hans_Lynx> ::agent JOE Forge of course ;D::
<MarkSulfur> Oh yeah. ::extends a hand::
<MarkSulfur> Glad to see you decided to come back.
<TashaForge> ::slips over to sit in a chair and listen. she is bad about eavesdropping, ain’t she? XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes over and shakes Mark’s hand:: Well of course I’ve decided to come back. ::smiles:: I didn’t apply for the heck of it.
<Hans_Lynx> ::apparently so XD::
<MarkSulfur> ::chuckles:: Well, what say we get this interfew started?
<Hans_Lynx> You mean right here, sir?
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Hans> InterFEW? <Mark> Yes.  After I explain what has been known to go on around here, few choose to stay.))
<MarkSulfur> ((DEAD!!!))
<MarkSulfur> No, no. ::motions:: We’ll do this in my office.
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::hopes her hair looks presentable. Picks up her backpack and leaves the infirmary, heading for the restroom for the Brushing of the Teeth::
<TashaForge> ::frowns. darn!  wanted to listen in!::
<Hans_Lynx> Alright.  Lead the way, Director. ::smiles. well you STILL can be nosy, but shame on you! XD::
<MarkSulfur> ::leads him to his office, for sooth!:
<LizzieSelkirk> ::as infirmary is just a short way down the hall from said office (or presumably where said office is, if the map is still accurate, perhaps exits into the hall at the same time the two are nearing?::
<TashaForge> ::Bwhahahahaha! mayhaps will have to listen in then! curious she is! plus not a lot going on for once XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ::follows to yon office of yore! enters yon office of yore! shuts door after himself and takes a seat in onna the chairs in front of Mark’s desk::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::or not!::
<MarkSulfur> So did you find the place alright?
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Tasha>::gets LS to eavesdrop with her this time.  Never get caught on your own! ::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<Hans_Lynx> Yes sir, that I did. ::nods::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::notes the two going into the office, but doesn’t say anything. Just heads down the hall to the restrooms::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!))
<MarkSulfur> Alright, so let’s review. Is there a reason why you want to join our Bureau?
<TashaForge> ::gets up and heads down the hallway to the director’s office.  creeping quietly. once there, leans ear against door to listen!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::raises an eyebrow at Tasha’s behavior:: <I won’t say anything, I won’t say anything . . .>
<Hans_Lynx> Yes, I’d like to help protect Megakat City, and I can’t do that with the Enforcers, so why not here?
<MarkSulfur> Oh? You tried with the Enforcers first?
<Hans_Lynx> ::grins:: Yes.  I’m surprised you haven’t run a check with me yet.  You’ll be told I was dismissed with “disregard of authority” as the reason.  They WON’T tell you it was because I refused to listen to Lt. Commander Steele during a couple of crises as he was an utter idiot and had no clue what he was talking about.  … disobeyed an order from the Commander too, but I felt I was in the right.
<MarkSulfur> ::hand to his face, snorks::
<TashaForge> ::nearly lets out a snort herself. catches it though so not found out XD::
<Hans_Lynx> Sorry if I’m being too frank sir.  Just want to tell my side of the story.  I admire Feral, but Steele… well, mother always said if I can’t say anything nice than I shouldn’t say anything at all.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::does the morning wash-up in the restroom, enjoying being able to do so at her leisure::
<MarkSulfur> Actually, I’m pretty amused. Seems Steele’s the primary cause of our getting so many recruits. I should thank him later. ::smirks::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL she knows they have locker rooms yes? and showers?))
<TashaForge> ::trying reaaaal hard not to laugh right now::
<Hans_Lynx> ::laughs a bit:: Oh yeah? Well then perhaps he should be the poster boy for MBI recruitment fliers.
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Yes, but she’s not showering at the moment, and the restroom is closer. Lazy girl XD))
<Hans_Lynx> “MBI, the alternative to working for this”.
<MarkSulfur> ::cracks up imagining this:: ((<Steele> I want YOU to join the MBI… because I KNOW you hate me!))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ::can’t help it. lets out a little snicker. covers mouth trying to keep from being heard::
<Hans_Lynx> ::ears perk, thought he heard someone else laughing somewhere -g- dismisses it for now.  beams happy he’s made the director so amused::
<MarkSulfur> Well, what are you attributes?
<Hans_Lynx> My attributes? Well I’m an excellent pilot I’d like to think, but I know that’s meaningless here.  I’ve have four years of martial arts training and one year general fighting training among other things in the Enforcer Academy.  I’m not so good with a firearm though, my aim needs improvement and hopefully I can work on that here.
<Hans_Lynx> ((I’ve had four^))
<MarkSulfur> We’ll make sure of that. I take it you work well under pressure?
<Hans_Lynx> I’d like to think I do. ::shrugs::
* Kutlass has joined #mbi_sk
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Lo!))
<Kutlass> ((Y’ello, everyone!))
<TashaForge> ((Heys!))
<MarkSulfur> ((heys!))
* MarkSulfur sets mode: +o Kutlass
<Hans_Lynx> ((hey hey!))
* Kutlass is now known as FletchRyder
<LizzieSelkirk> ((brb!))
<MarkSulfur> Very well. Now, you do realize that we may not pay as much as the Enforcers, but it should be enough to cover your living and eating expenses.
<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: That’s fine enough for me since it covers the basics.
<TashaForge> ::listening in still. sounds like we got another Agent!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::shamey shamey! -g-::
<MarkSulfur> Good. Well, I have nothing else to offer except – welcome to the team. ::smirks, extends a hand:
<FletchRyder> ::haha, eesh, the MBI should have a spy unit and put Tasha in it::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!! I should add it to her bio XD))
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::drops from ceiling, dangling by a single strand of licorice, throwing donuts into the various cameras around the room as she slips out some tweazers and takes her paycheck for the week from Jason’s desk:: Mission accomplished.))
<Hans_Lynx> ::smiles, stands up and shakes his hand:: Great, Director Sulfur! When do I get my uniform, badge and begin my first day on the job?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIEES::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> How about starting right now. ::goes open door to let Tasha in. XD::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEADDEAD!!!::))
<TashaForge> ::meep! scrambles for cover! runs down hall and ducks into some random room XD::
<MarkSulfur> Agent Forge!
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes after Mark:: Awesome. ::then blinks hearing someone taking off down the hall XD glances down thataway to see a tail vanishing XD::
<TashaForge> ::cringes. peeks out of the room all innocent like:: Yes, sir?
<LizzieSelkirk> ((back!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<MarkSulfur> ::smirks:: Thank you for volunteering. Think you can show Agent Lynx around?
<Hans_Lynx> ::quirks brow:: <That’s not agent Forge… he was a guy the other day>
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Hans>::tries pouring hot water on Tasha to see if that turns her back into a boy!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!:: <Tasha> I went through a few changes…))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::finishes brushing, washing, etc., and then emerges from the restroom to track down food::
<TashaForge> Um…yes sir! ::salutes!::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL!))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOOOODEADRANMA1/2REFERENCE! XD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::smiles at Tasha::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<MarkSulfur> Good. :to Hans:; I’ll leave you in her hands.
<Hans_Lynx> Thank you sir. ::nods, salutes::
<TashaForge> ::Bwhahahahaha! er..yeah.  Waits on Hans then.::
<MarkSulfur> ::salutes back:
<Hans_Lynx> ::walks over to where she is:: Forge… you have a husband here? Brother? Because I could’ve sworn you were a guy a few days ago. ::grins::
* Matt_brb is now known as Someone
<MarkSulfur> ((<Tasha> He’s my father’s brother’s cousin’s nephew’s former roommate! <Hans> Making you… <Tasha> ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! THank heaven… <Joe> HEY!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::remembers where the breakroom is, heads into there and looks about for donuts::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<TashaForge> ::bust up laughing:: No..not married.  Brother yes. My twin.  ::starts walking down the hall::
<TashaForge> ((LOL!!))
<Someone> :: once Hans Lynx has exited the room with Forge, emerges from the shadows of Mark’s office, Stepping partially into the light ::
<Hans_Lynx> Ah well that explains it. ::holds out hand to shake:: Nice to meet you, Forge.
<MarkSulfur> ::gets back in, starts filing away Hans’ applicatoin;:
<FletchRyder> ::in the breakroom, a cold, untouched mug of coffee on the table in front of him, as he flips through the morning paper’s sports section::
<TashaForge> ::shakes her hand:: And nice to meet you.  You can call me Tasha if you prefer. I’m not picky.
<Hans_Lynx> Very well Tasha, you can call me Hans.  ::starts walking with her to wherever the uniforms are kept::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::spies Fletch:: Uh, good morning.
<Someone> Mark Sulfur :: voice scrambled synthetically, likely via a voice modulator. ::
<MarkSulfur> ::frowns, spins around::
<TashaForge> ::walks down hall and opens up a closet.:: what size you wear, Hans?
<FletchRyder> ::swivels his eyes up to her, then back to the paper:: Morning.
<Hans_Lynx> ::says! It’s a manly size too! -g- ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::quietly goes over to the donuts::
<FletchRyder> ((XD! <Hans> I wear nines.. in petite.. have anything in floral? <Tasha> Uh…))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::)
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Someone> :: standing there in plain clothes, hooded sweatshirt adorned, with hood pulled over. Features mostly hidden. Puts down a manilla on his desk ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((<Tasha> I have… stripes…? <Hans> Those’ll make me look fat! And, don’t get me started on polka dot!))
<TashaForge> ::digs through and finds proper sizes. hands them over:: Come on.  I’ll show you the tom’s locker room.  ::heads down the hallway to them::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<TashaForge> ((::DEEEEEAD!::))
<MarkSulfur> Who are you….? ::eyes narrowed;:
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!::))
<FletchRyder> You’re looking better. ::said almost off-handly, as he scans over the BCS standings::
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes ‘em!:: Thank you. ::heads on down the hall:: So how do you enjoy working here, Tasha?  Is the work worth the lousy pay?
<LizzieSelkirk> Thanks. ::embarrassed look:: I managed to get a shower and a good night’s sleep, that probably helped.
<Someone> :: doesn’t reply, backing away, then quickly exits out of the office window without a sound ::
<MarkSulfur> Hey…! ::goes after, looks around::
<Someone> <Window> :: is vacant, as is the surrounding area ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Someone>::voicemodulator picks up a drive thru comm:: I’d like three number 2s, 2 number 1s, and a diet cola and apple pie please. ::says in a squeaky female voice:: <Mark> O_o; ))
<MarkSulfur> Th’… heck…?
<FletchRyder> That’s good. ::flips page:: Where are they putting you up?
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!:))
<TashaForge> ::laughs::  I think so. We’ve not had a lot of action yet but so far I enjoy it.
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<Someone> ((puts down a manilla folder ^))
<LizzieSelkirk> In the medical ward, on a spare cot. I’ll get a newspaper today and start looking for a job, and then I’ll be out of your way.
<Hans_Lynx> ::smiles:: Would you prefer more or less “action” around here?
<TashaForge> More actually.  I get bored easilly.  ::stops at the tom’s locker room:: Here you go.  Get yourself changed and pick out a locker.  I’ll wait out here for you.
<MarkSulfur> :turns to look at folder on his desk::
<Someone> <Folder> :: sits on his desk. Is filled with several papers ::
<FletchRyder> Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.
<Hans_Lynx> So I’ve noticed. ::winks at her “bored” comment referring that he knows she was listening! XD:: I’ll be out in a few. ::goes inside the tom’s locker room and starts changing clothes::
<LizzieSelkirk> I hope I do. ::smiles a bit to herself as she retrieves two custard-filled donuts::
<Someone> ((and, brb in ten minutes… ))
<TashaForge> ((okies!))
<TashaForge> ::blinks at the wink! embarassed XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((okay))
<MarkSulfur> ::goes pick them up::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Someone>::needs to do more plotting now. sends mun off to his Evil Corner in his dorm room.  and to the vending machines downstairs for sugary sweets::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!))
<FletchRyder> <Locker room> ::air feels hot and heavy, as steam pours forth from a particular shower stall, along with some very off-pitch singing:: What’s new, pussy-cat! WHOOOAA-WHOAA-WHOAA-WHOA!!
<TashaForge> ((::chokes:: I have to guess thats Hertz))
<Hans_Lynx> ::puts on his uniform. fits nicely! poses in mirror and unbuttons a couple buttons to the jacket, rolls up sleeves a bit. grins. puts his clothes in a locker then heads back out to the hall:: Grey is universal for law enforcement clothing in Megakat it seems.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIIES::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dead*))
<Hans_Lynx> And I think someone’s dying in the tom’s locker room.
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!!::))
<TashaForge> ::blinks:: dying?  ::gets worried look to her face.  after all thats happened lately XD:: You sure?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::indeed, singing away, until he slips on his soap and a sudden loud thud is heard, along with some odd gurgling sounds::
<MarkSulfur> ::flips through papers::
<Hans_Lynx> ::holds open door to the tom’s lockers:: Take a listen.  I think Tom Jones is being murdered after being pumped fulla helium or something.
<TashaForge> ::snorts hearing all the falling and such.  doesn’t look but hollers:: Agent Hertz! Is that you in there?!
<MarkSulfur> ((::DIIIIIIIESDEAD! HANS! XD!))
<LizzieSelkirk> Um . . . this is a bit awkward, but did I ever catch your name? ::as she takes a seat with her donuts::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIES*))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::hacking, gurgling, slipping, more thudding resonates from within. yeah, he’s fine::
<TashaForge> Yep..thats Hertz. Just ignore him. He’ll be fine. :;grins::
<Hans_Lynx> Hertz? ::chuckles a bit, lets the door shut then:: You sure he’ll be alright?  The singing stopped.
<TashaForge> Oh yeah. He’ll be fine. ::heads down hallway again:: He’s always doing something.
<FletchRyder> ::pauses, thinking on that:: No, I guess not. ::points to name badge:: Agent Fletch Ryder.
<LizzieSelkirk> Ah, okay. And you already know my name. ::takes a bite of donut, taking care to not make the custard squirt out::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes along with her down the hall:: Ah, well I hope he doesn’t plan on trying out for Amerikat Idol.  I’m afraid he’d be humilated in front of millions of viewers, even by Purra Abdul.
<TashaForge> ::busts up laughing::  I’m afraid he would.  He’s rather…accident prone you might say.
<FletchRyder> Actually, I don’t believe so. According to our databases, there is no Stormcrow Merle in existance. ::calmly looking over the Wildkats’ stats for the season::
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh . . . well, I’m not a native of Megakat City.
<Hans_Lynx> ((Kentucky Wildkats STEEEENK! EW TO THE BLUE! ::random rivalry input XD::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::though they are “Wildcats” IRL ahahahaha yes -g-::))
<TashaForge> ((LOL!! ::pats Annu who is sounding more like her husband now XD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL you live with a sports nut, you pick up some stuff.  Course being a U of L fan growing up, the disliking of UK is a given. -g-))
<Hans_Lynx> Well I’ll keep an eye out for the poor tom then.
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Fletch> … DUDE!! ::tackles Hans:: Say.. wait, that’s right, boo to Kattucky! ::Katsas State fan ;)::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies at it all*))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::laughs!::))
<TashaForge> That might be wise.  ::shows him the gym:: Heres our gym. feel free to use it whenver you like.  There’s also a nice jogging path at the park not to far from here which I just found out about myself.
<Hans_Lynx> ((yeah Kansas would have a reason to hate ‘em too XD during March Madness.  And boy is it ever March Madness! X_X People drive ME insane that’s for sure ’round here.))
<FletchRyder> How fortunate for us, then, that our system can access national databases. She wasn’t there either.
<MarkSulfur> (::dies!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> . . . Oh. ::can’t think of a reply to that::
<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: Looks like a nice selection of work out equipment too.
<Someone> <Folder> :: is taken by Mark ::
<MarkSulfur> :flips through them papers. What do I find, Foldermun? XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Fletch> I GOTCHU! I GOTCHU! SUKKAAAAAA! Fess up! Who are you really?! <LS> Um… Mary Smith! Look her up! ::figures there HAS to be dozens of those, hundreds even!::))
<TashaForge> Pretty nice.  I don’t use them much. I’m much more on just going running and doing a few pushups and situps and calling it done. ::grins::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<FletchRyder> You don’t have to tell me your real name, and honestly, I wouldn’t expect you to. Whatever it is you’re running from, it’s safe to say it won’t find you here.
<TashaForge> ((<LS> No wait! Mary Sue!!! I KNOW theres thousands of those!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*))
<MarkSulfur> ((:SOOOOOODEAD!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::chuckles:: WEll better than nothing.  Especially if donuts are consumed here like they are at Enforcer HQ?
<TashaForge> ::snickers:: SHHH! Don’t say the “d” word around here. You’ll get mauled.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::forces a smile, which looks forced:: Thanks. It won’t even be a problem for that long.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <Flectch> ::looks up, finds dozens of stick figure drawings of random girls hugging and squeazing what looks to be Razor in their file photos:: UGH! My eyes!! Be gone from us! <LS> ::finds herself back on the street:: Well, that didn’t exactly turn out as planned..))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DEAD*))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIIES::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::SOOOODEAD!!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::quirks brow:: Are they that in demand? ::grins::
<Someone> <Papers> :: are filled with several names, addressed, even GPS coordinates. Various wanted felons, some of the names including Hard Drive, The Metallikats, Rex Shard, Chop Shop and Turmoil to name a few ::
<FletchRyder> Whatever you say.
<MarkSulfur> Huh… ::keeps flipping, wondering::
<TashaForge> You could say that.  Don’t ever get in the way of an agent and their donut.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::doesn’t reply to that, just glad he’s not asking more questions. Finishes her first donut and starts on the second::
<Someone> <Papers> :: seemingly ordered by level of severity, starting with simple parking ticket jumpers and ending with crime lords. The Metallikats are at the top of the list ::
<Hans_Lynx> Oh that’s a lesson I’ve learned already.  But I think I’ll take my chances here.
<Someone> <Papers> :: current locations and whereabouts noted.::
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> See that guy? <Hans> Hmm? ::looks over at a random Agent:: <Tasha> Ever since the donut shortage of ‘03, we’ve called him Lefty. <Hans> O_O;))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<MarkSulfur> What…is all this? ::doesn’t get it. And doesn’t understand why all this information is being handed over to him::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::snickers:: Just watch your hands.  ::leads him on down the hallway, showing him various places and rooms::
<Hans_Lynx> ::nods taking each in, trying to convert to memory. less complicated of a place than EHQ or even the main HQ of his father’s bank branch::
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> And here’s the basement, and the survival gear for entering the basement, and your pamphlet on basement traversing safety. <Hans> So… stay away from the basement. Got it.))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((lol))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<TashaForge> ::ends up in desk room:: And here is where we work.  I’m sure they’ll assign you a desk soon.  If he hasn’t already.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))
<Hans_Lynx> Ah… paperwork.  The boring part of the job.
<Hans_Lynx> ::glances ’round to see if there’s a nameplate on any of the desks with his name on it yet::
<TashaForge> Yes indeed. The very boring part.  The part I wish I could pawn off on someone else.
<Someone> <Papers> :: are in effect one very large annonymous tip ::
<MarkSulfur> :;thinkthinks, none of this adds up, is VERY tempted to call Feral suddenly::
<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks:: Don’t think about making me do it just because I’m the rookie here.
<TashaForge> Darn! I was gonna hide my stuff in with yours. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> ((<Tasha> ::stands in desk room from time to time, in a large trenchcoat, flapping it open to any passing Agent, revealing several manilla folders and files:: Pst! Hey, hey. I got whatcher lookin’ for right here. A little car jacking, some arson, right here. How about a reported stolen bike for the kat in the shorts. <Fletch> HEY!))
<TashaForge> ((::DEEEAD!::))
<Someone> <Commander Feral> :: eager to bust those perps, but at the same time is likely to take all the credit ::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*dies*!)0
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIIES::))
<FletchRyder> ::has been silent for some time, but now folds up his paper and offers it to LS wordlessly::
<Hans_Lynx> Tough luck.  Try Agent Hertz.
<LizzieSelkirk> Oh . . . thank you. ::takes the paper and immediately turns to the classifieds::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::would probably bleed to death if he got any more paper cuts::
<MarkSulfur> ::thinkthinks now, wondering, paces his office::
<FletchRyder> ::looks down at his coffee, cupping it in his paw and standing up. goes over to the sink and dumps it::
<TashaForge> ::snickers:: That MIGHT work. I can definitly tell you’ve had a law enforcement background.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::sees that out of the corner of her eye, wonders why he did that::
<MarkSulfur> :huffs:: Forget this. ;:grabs the phone, calls up Commander Feral::
<FletchRyder> ::goes over to a bowl full of oranges resting on the countertop and grabs one, taking a large bite out of it, peel and all::
<Hans_Lynx> Thank you, thank you. ::smiles:: How about I give you a demonstration over some of the sacred donuts and coffee?
* Someone is now known as Commander_Feral
<LizzieSelkirk> ::finding it hard to concentrate on the paper with Fletch’s odd eating habits:: <That must be odd-tasting.> ::tries to keep reading. Not finding anything yet, but has hopes::
<Commander_Feral> :: after the call gets directed to him, answers phone :: This is Feral.
<TashaForge> Sure! that sounds good.  ::heads that way::
<FletchRyder> ::just leans against the counter, eating his orange, and glancing at his watch::
<MarkSulfur> Commander Feral? This is Director Markus Sulfur with the MBI.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::speaks quietly, nervous tone in voice:: Is something wrong?
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes with he does he does, mun needs to get donuts herself after talking about ‘em but alas, has none!::
<Commander_Feral> :: anger vein begins to swell. Has been up to his chin in problems as of late. Can’t deal with more MBI issues, especially while he’s in the process of potentially leading their decomissioning should his investigation pan out :: What can I do for you, Director Sulfur? :: though slightly clenched teeth ::
<FletchRyder> ::looks at her, chewing deliberately on the orange before swallowing:: No.
<MarkSulfur> A second opinion. :cooly::
<TashaForge> ::Leads him to the breakroom. smiles seeing people there:: hey guys!
<LizzieSelkirk> Okay . . . ::still uneasy, then looks up as Tasha and Hans come in:: Hello.
<FletchRyder> ::nods a greeting to the two as they enter:: Agent Forge. Agent…?
<Hans_Lynx> ::smiles as well:: Hello.  Agent Lynx. ::offers hand to Fletch for shakin’::
<Commander_Feral> I’m no doctor, Director Sulfur.
<Hans_Lynx> And you are?
<MarkSulfur> ::rolls his eyes:: You mind if I show you what I’ve just received?
<FletchRyder> ::takes his paw with his unoccupied one and gives it a shake:: Agent Ryder.
<TashaForge> ::goes to fetch coffee for herself and Hans::  How’s the Job hunting going, Miss Merle?
<Hans_Lynx> Nice to meet you.  First day on the job for me.  ::looks at the orange curiously. wonders if this guy is a health nut as it is not a donut there! XD::
<LizzieSelkirk> I’ve only just started, but I’m hopeful. ::resumes looking:: Though, I’m not sure I’d be qualified for most of these. They’re looking for assistants and things, with prior experience. I don’t have much of that.
<Hans_Lynx> Out of donuts are they?
<Commander_Feral> I’m very busy, Director Sulfur. :: glancing at a stack of paperwork. Looks at his computer screen :: <Screen> :: practically says “BOOKED SOLID” :: <Feral> Perhaps I can have my secretary setup and appointment with Lt. Commander Steele for you.
<Commander_Feral> ((an appointment^))
<TashaForge> Well keep trying. I’m sure you’ll find something. ::smiles.  walks over to hand Hans a cup of coffee:: don’t get used to that either. ::smirks and goes to sit with LS::
<FletchRyder> I don’t think so. ::notices his glance:: Would you like an orange?
<Hans_Lynx> ::blinks as he suddenly has cup of coffee inna hand, chuckles at Tasha then looks at Fletch:: No thank you.  I’m hoping to get a donut or two actually.
<MarkSulfur> You’re trying to kill my braincells, aren’t you?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::watches Tasha sit, then resumes looking. As she said, most classifieds are for assistants in offices and to researchers, things she wouldn’t be remotely qualified for. Keeps looking, for part-time things toward the end::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, as he goes back to his orange and leaning against the counter::
<Commander_Feral> Is this an emergency?
<TashaForge> ::sips her coffee::  Ever thought of working somewhere like KatDonalds or another restaraunt?
<Hans_Lynx> ::heads over to where the boxes of donuts are. finds a couple of glazed and takes them pu with a napkin. goes over to where LS and Tasha are sitting and quietly takes a seat there too::
<Hans_Lynx> ((them up^))
<MarkSulfur> It might be.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods:: Sure, but I don’t know what qualifications they ask for.
<Commander_Feral> This had better be good,… :: looking at schedule :: I have a field assignment to check up on shortly. I’ll stop by your office on the way. *Briefly*.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Tasha> Someone who isn’t a chimp and can stay awake is preferable.))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIES!::))
<MarkSulfur> That’s good enough for me.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::has a thought, though, that working in a diner or a coffee place might be just thing for her::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((LOL))
<TashaForge> Well its usually not a lot of requirements. I know they usually hire a lot of high school aged kids.
<FletchRyder> ((lol!! <LS> Dooo.. y-y.. ou.. wa-a-ant.. f-f-riiiiiesssszzz-wi-i-ith th-thaaaa…t? <Tasha> … uh, good. Good, keep practicing on those.. vowels.))
<MarkSulfur> ((:DEAD!!:))
<TashaForge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEAD::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::perks up a bit:: Then I’ll definitely look into it. Do you know where any are located? I’ve mostly been going to grocery places.
<Hans_Lynx> ::buts in he does:: What sort of things are you interested, young lady?
<Commander_Feral> :: hangs up. Gets his coat and baton, exiting and getting to his car. Eventually, drives up and parks in the MBI parking lot ::
<TashaForge> Well there’s a few just down the road here.  ::looks up to Hans at him butting in XD::
<FletchRyder> ::finishing up his orange, grabs a paper towel and wipes the stickiness from his paw as he looks towards Hans::
<LizzieSelkirk> Great! ::feels much better now::
<MarkSulfur> ::looking at the papers again, still doesn’t make any sense of this::
<Commander_Feral> :: briskly walks up the front steps, entering the MBI lobby. Makes his way down the hall towards Sulfur’s office. ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((brb!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Okay))
<MarkSulfur> ::looks up to hear a knock on his door?::
<Commander_Feral> :: does indeed, checking his watch as he does ::
<MarkSulfur> Come in.
<Commander_Feral> :: enters briskly, baton in hand :: I have 5 minutes. A special investigation needs my attention and a press conference follows shortly thereafter. I’m skipping my lunch for this.
<MarkSulfur> ::hands him the folder:: Tell me this is legit and I’ll leave you alone. Just don’t take it with you or I’ll pitch a fit worse than your Lt. Commander’s.
<Hans_Lynx> ((back!))
<TashaForge> ((WB!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::buts in he does:: What sort of things are you interested, young lady?
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<Hans_Lynx> ((TY!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((wb!))
<Commander_Feral> :: takes the folder, opens it up. Raises an eyebrow, and mentally reads the names to himself. After a moment, hands it back to him :: It’s a hoax.
<Hans_Lynx> ((are you interested IN that is))
<MarkSulfur> A hoax. ::dryly::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::surprised, looks up at Hans:: Um, nothing too special, just something I can do to make a living for a few months. I’ve never had a real job before, so I’m not really qualified to do much.
<FletchRyder> ((<Feral> Clearly, Binky the Clown and your 4th grade teacher Ms. Grouchem are not on our most wanted list under “shoot to kill” priority. <Jason> ::crossing fingers, looking utterly disappointed that it was legit::))
<FletchRyder> ((::^wasn’t::))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<Hans_Lynx> Well, the reason I ask is that you may find yourself enjoying a job more if you’re doing something similar to what you’re interested in.  If you like music, try a music store.  You like to read? A bookstore might be nice.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIES!!::))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> Yeah. You like story’s, don’t you Ms. Merle? ::almost smirking at that::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::nods:: I understand, but that isn’t important right now. ::winces at what Fletch says::
<FletchRyder> ((^stories))
<Commander_Feral> No one could know all of this information. It’s impossible. We haven’t seen signs of most of these criminals in years. :: frowns :: Granted, to my knowledge these are all open cases, but you’d have to have an enourmous amount of time to put this together, not to mention have access to surveliance techniques that are impossible. You’d have to be in several places at once, and no single tipster could do that.
<TashaForge> ::listens. sipping her coffee. not sure what to say anymore to her::
<Hans_Lynx> Well I think it would be.  You’d perform better on the job if you enjoy what you’re selling more.
<Hans_Lynx> Books to burgers anyday. ::smiles::
<MarkSulfur> Would you believe me if I said something appeared out of nowhere and gave it to me?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::fake-looking smile:: Heh, I suppose . . .
<TashaForge> He’s right. We ain’t all here just cause this job pays. we’re here cause we love to do law enforcement.
<Hans_Lynx> ::munches on donut. wonders why someone’s here so young not looking for a job here but elsewhere.::
<Commander_Feral> :: frowns :: I’d say that seems to be a reacurring trend lately.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::just nods to what Tasha says::
<TashaForge> ::shrugs:: But whatever you want.  its up to you.
<MarkSulfur> Oh?
<LizzieSelkirk> ::because people are gonna get suspicious when she keeps staying here for longer than she’s claiming. Or so she believes.::
<Commander_Feral> Aside from the incidents at Puma-Dyne and Megakat Biochemical, we recently discovered that certain medical records related to one of our city council members were destroyed. All information regarding the poisoning incident I informed you of is virtually gone.
<TashaForge> ::gets up to get herself a donut. looks back over her shoulder:: you need another one, Hans or are you still good? ::will be nice…for today. XD  Tomorrow you better get yer own though!::
<MarkSulfur> So its’ all connected.
<Hans_Lynx> No, two will suffice.  Thank you though, Tasha. ::smiles at her::
<TashaForge> Suit yourself.  Might wanna stock up though and store them away. ::smirks. sits with hers and munches::
<Commander_Feral> That would be an assumption. I can’t afford to make those. I need proof, and everywhere I look it just doesn’t exist. I don’t have any extra time to deal with this. :: pauses, considering for a moment :; You take care of this, Sulfur. Prove your organization’s worth. Aleeve mine and the public’s scrutiny. If you do this, then maybe you’ll be around next year after all.
<FletchRyder> So, Lynx, you say this is your first day?
<MarkSulfur> ::smirks:: I didn’t think I”d hear that from you, Feral.
<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at Fletch and nods:: Yes.  Just got my uniform a half hour ago.  How about you, Ryder?
<Commander_Feral> Think of it this way, Director. If you fail, then I won’t need the bureaucratic leeway to convince tax payers that you aren’t worth their funds. If you succeed, then that’s one less large scale problem I have to deal with. Either way, I win.
<MarkSulfur> :::rolls his eyes:: How thoughtful.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::likes the idea of working in a bookstore, though. Perhaps a cafe could do something similar; sometimes there are cafes in bookstores, she recalls. But there may not be any such jobs available right now. Tries to think of something she can do in the meantime if that’s the case::
<Commander_Feral> :: takes out a business card, scribbling down something on the back of it :: The investigaton is now officially transfered over to the MBI. You can contact my niece, Lt. Feral for further details. :: hands it to him :: Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m late.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::does remember that Fletch mentioned the first time about the Bureau needing people to do organizational work, but puts that out of her mind. Doubts they would hire a runaway, even for a few days::
<MarkSulfur> Takes it, nods:: Thank you, Commander.
<Commander_Feral> Don’t thank me yet. :: as he exits ::
<MarkSulfur> ::sighs, sits::
<FletchRyder> A few weeks. ::that right?:: As it would so happen, there’s quite alot of unusual activity occurring at this particular time around the city. I’d strongly recommend looking over the more recent files stored in the bureau’s archives to get you up-to-date. Don’t want you jumping in cold turkey.
<Hans_Lynx> Unusual activity? ::grins:: Sounds promising.  I’ll be sure to look them over when I get my access codes and badge number.
<TashaForge> I got a few reports on my desk still you could look over as well if you want.
<Hans_Lynx> Look over and not write up, right, Tasha? ::grins at her teasing::
<TashaForge> ::laughs::  No..they are already written up.  Just getting the last few things together on them before turning them in is all.
<FletchRyder> Good. ::finally offers a small, friendly smile:: Well, I better get back to filing my own report concerning recent events.
<Commander_Feral> <Papers> :: still look awfully authentic ::
<TashaForge> Catch you later, Ryder. Don’t work too hard.
<Hans_Lynx> Thanks for the heads up, Agent Ryder.
<FletchRyder> ::nods at them, starting to exit, but pauses just in the doorway, looking over his shoulder:: Agent Forge, who’s in charge of cleaning up the breakroom? And what about the desk area and front lobby? This place is starting to look rather unkept.
<TashaForge> I um…have no clue.  I don’t know if we have a janitor or not.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Papers>::even have a taco wrapper from Dark Kat’s last taco and lipstick kissed napkin from Turmoil Someone managed to snag:: <Mark> Wonder if this number is her current one… ))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((*DIES*))
<TashaForge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<MarkSulfur> I suppose it won’t hurt looking into. ::thinks of agents to help him with this::
<MarkSulfur> ((::DEAD!:))
<Hans_Lynx> No janitor?  I hope that duty isn’t given to the new kat around here. ::smirks::
<FletchRyder> Well, we should think about petitioning the director for one. This place could use one, and quick. ::gaze settles on LS momentarilly before he swivels his head back around and exits::
<LizzieSelkirk> ::recoils slightly under the gaze, doesn’t like to be the center of attention these days::
<TashaForge> ::smirks:: we should.  ::looks to LS again then munches her donut::
<TashaForge> And I don’t think it will be, Hans.
<LizzieSelkirk> ::has the distinct impression that they’re trying to tell something::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::case in point, walks by the breakroom door, fumbling with the days haul of trash, tripping over his shoelaces and spilling it all out ahead of him. sniffles, trying to pick it all up again::
<Hans_Lynx> ::snorks! covers mouth hiding his chuckle::
<TashaForge> ::rolls eyes and shakes head at Hertz. mutters but the others there can hear her:: It’d be a lot cleaner if he’d stop messing things up.
<FletchRyder> ((And now this mun must go and make with the zzz’s))
<Hans_Lynx> ((Night Kutlass!))
<TashaForge> ((Nights!))
<MarkSulfur> ((kay-o! Night, Kulterz!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ::sees Hertz, can’t help giggling a little:: Um, you need any help with that? ::to Hertz, starting to get up::
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnights!))
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::whimpering, getting it all picked up:: No thanks. It’ll just happen three more times on my way to the back dumpster.
<FletchRyder> ((Goodnights, everyone!))
* FletchRyder has quit IRC (Quit: )
<Hans_Lynx> ((actually, I think I’m gonna head offa here too ladies and gent. ::huggles for y’all:: Night!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Goodnight!))
<LizzieSelkirk> ((Yeah, it is getting late.))
<TashaForge> ((nights!))
<MarkSulfur> ((Nights!))(