Room 512, Tuesday Evening
Elena was in a mood. She wasn't sure why she was in a mood. Last night had been awesome. Maybe she was mildly cranky from being hungover? Please, she hadn't even been that drunk.
For whatever reason, she was crabby. Which was a very bad time to write a report to the boss, but like she cared.
Tseng,
Here is yet another exciting and scintillating weekly report from me. Please try to contain your overwhelming enthusiasm. I have three classes this term:
1 - Hubris from Revelation, which has something to do with religion and mind-control. I don't follow most of it, but Reno recommended the teacher.
2 - Punching People for Fun and Profit. I am the teaching assistant. Probably because of my vast experience in the field.
3 - Ethics. Do not worry, I have not developed a moral compass or anything dangerous like that. If one rears its ugly head, I'll drop the class.
As I mentioned before, I have an on-island job, at a clothing store. I have bought myself some amazing shoes, as well as a thoroughly slutty dress (attachment enclosed) so that I could go out clubbing with some friends.
If you are wondering why this report is late, it is because said friends and I were out, and getting fucked in the ladies' room made me completely forget that I was supposed to turn this in.
Enclosed also find nine more completed cases. They were boring. Now, they are done.
-Elena
... right. That would get her fired. She deleted the entirety of it and tried over again.
Here is my weekly report. The island has not done anything unusual lately. I will keep you informed if it does.
I have three classes this term: one about religion, one about mercenary work, and one about ethics. It seemed like an interesting mix. I am the teaching assistant for one. I am sure you can guess which.
I have been spending entirely too much money on shoes.
Enclosed find nine more completed cases. Payment expected ASAP.
Sorry this report is late. Friends suggested a trip to the mainland and I needed some time to myself.
-Elena
Boring, lame, but it counted as an update.
Somehow, she'd moved from crabby to vaguely melancholy. Great. No idea what was up with that. Maybe she was being stupid and self-pitying again? Ugh.
The door was open, and she was going to surf the net until she found something to cheer herself up.
For whatever reason, she was crabby. Which was a very bad time to write a report to the boss, but like she cared.
Tseng,
Here is yet another exciting and scintillating weekly report from me. Please try to contain your overwhelming enthusiasm. I have three classes this term:
1 - Hubris from Revelation, which has something to do with religion and mind-control. I don't follow most of it, but Reno recommended the teacher.
2 - Punching People for Fun and Profit. I am the teaching assistant. Probably because of my vast experience in the field.
3 - Ethics. Do not worry, I have not developed a moral compass or anything dangerous like that. If one rears its ugly head, I'll drop the class.
As I mentioned before, I have an on-island job, at a clothing store. I have bought myself some amazing shoes, as well as a thoroughly slutty dress (attachment enclosed) so that I could go out clubbing with some friends.
If you are wondering why this report is late, it is because said friends and I were out, and getting fucked in the ladies' room made me completely forget that I was supposed to turn this in.
Enclosed also find nine more completed cases. They were boring. Now, they are done.
-Elena
... right. That would get her fired. She deleted the entirety of it and tried over again.
Here is my weekly report. The island has not done anything unusual lately. I will keep you informed if it does.
I have three classes this term: one about religion, one about mercenary work, and one about ethics. It seemed like an interesting mix. I am the teaching assistant for one. I am sure you can guess which.
I have been spending entirely too much money on shoes.
Enclosed find nine more completed cases. Payment expected ASAP.
Sorry this report is late. Friends suggested a trip to the mainland and I needed some time to myself.
-Elena
Boring, lame, but it counted as an update.
Somehow, she'd moved from crabby to vaguely melancholy. Great. No idea what was up with that. Maybe she was being stupid and self-pitying again? Ugh.
The door was open, and she was going to surf the net until she found something to cheer herself up.