Random writing
Incredibly bored at work today. So Fweeh helped me out, and gave me topic to turn into a random scene! Which I am now posting. Enjoy!
Topic: one person in a room; there is a box on the table that wasn't there a blink ago.
'Wait here'. Sure, why not. It's not like I have anything else I could be doing on such a beautiful day. Why waste my time outside in the sunshine when I could sit in an empty, windowless room waiting for some stupid psych eval. This is much better.
Man, there's not even a clock in here. I really need to start wearing a watch. How long am I supposed to wait? I guess it doesn't really matter. I need to do this eval, or they'll never let me into the unit. I wonder if the guys had to jump through all these hoops? It seems like I've had a lot more physicals than them. A woman joining the unit can't be that odd, can it? I mean, they recruited me! Why do that if they don't want me?
Okay, no. It doesn't matter. I'll just wait. No problem. They could at least have a magazine or something. What kind of waiting room doesn't have magazines? Or something to look at? What're they-
Wait. How did - that wasn't there before. How did that get in here? Boxes don't just randomly materialize. Is there - there's a secret latch in the wall? A secret, silent latch that opened and someone put that box there without me noticing? It's . . . yeah, okay, that could happen. In a silent room. With nothing to distract me. Sure.
Okay, it's a test. Everything's a test, right? Hopefully it's not a test of my observational skills, 'cause I just failed. So, what, am I supposed to open it? Ignore it? Figure out how the hell it got there? God I hate tests.
Well, I can't just sit here and stare at it. Action. That's what they said. Action is always the best choice. Wait, what did Peters say? Balanced action, whatever that's supposed to mean. Well . . . it's not doing anything. It's not ticking, no wires I can see, no runes. It's not even locked. So, uh, hmm. Jeese that's heavy! Okay, you're staying on your little table. Christ.
Anything . . . no, nothing under the table. Man, someone's going to walk in while I'm waving my ass in the air. Heya, doc, just sniffing the floor for a trace chemical signature. Don't mind me.
Wait, where'd the door go? How did . . . I got into this room somehow, what happened to the fucking door? This is . . . no. Okay. One issue at a time. Maybe there's a hint in the box? Yeah. I've gotta, I've gotta open it. Aaaaaand . . . open!
Well, no explosion. Gunna look. And it's, it's . . .
So beautiful
What is
I have to
beautiful...
Topic: one person in a room; there is a box on the table that wasn't there a blink ago.
'Wait here'. Sure, why not. It's not like I have anything else I could be doing on such a beautiful day. Why waste my time outside in the sunshine when I could sit in an empty, windowless room waiting for some stupid psych eval. This is much better.
Man, there's not even a clock in here. I really need to start wearing a watch. How long am I supposed to wait? I guess it doesn't really matter. I need to do this eval, or they'll never let me into the unit. I wonder if the guys had to jump through all these hoops? It seems like I've had a lot more physicals than them. A woman joining the unit can't be that odd, can it? I mean, they recruited me! Why do that if they don't want me?
Okay, no. It doesn't matter. I'll just wait. No problem. They could at least have a magazine or something. What kind of waiting room doesn't have magazines? Or something to look at? What're they-
Wait. How did - that wasn't there before. How did that get in here? Boxes don't just randomly materialize. Is there - there's a secret latch in the wall? A secret, silent latch that opened and someone put that box there without me noticing? It's . . . yeah, okay, that could happen. In a silent room. With nothing to distract me. Sure.
Okay, it's a test. Everything's a test, right? Hopefully it's not a test of my observational skills, 'cause I just failed. So, what, am I supposed to open it? Ignore it? Figure out how the hell it got there? God I hate tests.
Well, I can't just sit here and stare at it. Action. That's what they said. Action is always the best choice. Wait, what did Peters say? Balanced action, whatever that's supposed to mean. Well . . . it's not doing anything. It's not ticking, no wires I can see, no runes. It's not even locked. So, uh, hmm. Jeese that's heavy! Okay, you're staying on your little table. Christ.
Anything . . . no, nothing under the table. Man, someone's going to walk in while I'm waving my ass in the air. Heya, doc, just sniffing the floor for a trace chemical signature. Don't mind me.
Wait, where'd the door go? How did . . . I got into this room somehow, what happened to the fucking door? This is . . . no. Okay. One issue at a time. Maybe there's a hint in the box? Yeah. I've gotta, I've gotta open it. Aaaaaand . . . open!
Well, no explosion. Gunna look. And it's, it's . . .
So beautiful
What is
I have to
beautiful...