03-01-2018, 10:24 PM
Shard watched the rest of the office as she polished a knife. Fuse was poking at his newest injury, Grumps was reading his “book” as Eyes watched him disapprovingly while she drank her tea. Hammer had quietly re-entered the room, but seemed disinclined to make the fact obvious. Rooster was quietly making sure that no one else attempted to interfere with the espresso machine, while Terrance gazed longingly at it.
Shard huffed and examined her handywork. Once she was satisfied that the durasteel blade was the proper oiled sheen, the scout trooper picked up a second blade from her desk. She weighed their balance, then nodded once to herself, before flinging the knife end over end to embed itself into the wall of “helpful memos” Scrubsey had put up a few days ago. The Secretary gave a slight hmph of indignation, but didn’t say anything
“No projectiles in the Office.” Sarge said tonelessly, not bothering to look up from his paper, “Real, Nerf, or whatever.”
“10-4, sir!” she replied, then immediately threw the other knife. Sarge looked up this time, though she could tell by his squint he was more bothered by the snarky reply than the rule breaking.
Shard got up and walked over to the board to retrieve her blades. As she pried the blades loose from the corkboard, her eye caught on a particular memo that she must have missed before.
“Scrubsey? Why does this memo say we'll have to start leaving our desk drawers unlocked at the end of the day?”
“Hmm?” the Secretary walked over to see what Shard meant, “Oh! It’s a new accountability thing! Me or Sarge has to check through people’s drawers at the end of the day, make sure no one’s storing anything dangerous in there y’know? It was put in the suggestion box a couple weeks back, I think by Saint or someone?”
“Right, thanks. I should probably uh… organize my workspace then.” Shard said, and made her way back towards her station as smoothly as possible.
Shard huffed and examined her handywork. Once she was satisfied that the durasteel blade was the proper oiled sheen, the scout trooper picked up a second blade from her desk. She weighed their balance, then nodded once to herself, before flinging the knife end over end to embed itself into the wall of “helpful memos” Scrubsey had put up a few days ago. The Secretary gave a slight hmph of indignation, but didn’t say anything
“No projectiles in the Office.” Sarge said tonelessly, not bothering to look up from his paper, “Real, Nerf, or whatever.”
“10-4, sir!” she replied, then immediately threw the other knife. Sarge looked up this time, though she could tell by his squint he was more bothered by the snarky reply than the rule breaking.
Shard got up and walked over to the board to retrieve her blades. As she pried the blades loose from the corkboard, her eye caught on a particular memo that she must have missed before.
“Scrubsey? Why does this memo say we'll have to start leaving our desk drawers unlocked at the end of the day?”
“Hmm?” the Secretary walked over to see what Shard meant, “Oh! It’s a new accountability thing! Me or Sarge has to check through people’s drawers at the end of the day, make sure no one’s storing anything dangerous in there y’know? It was put in the suggestion box a couple weeks back, I think by Saint or someone?”
“Right, thanks. I should probably uh… organize my workspace then.” Shard said, and made her way back towards her station as smoothly as possible.