R63: Electricity
Title: Shock
Characters: Professor Sebastian, Pearl
POV: Sebastian
Notes: SHOCK!
Okay, so it's sorta comic. But if you really think, it's really not funny considering why she is constantly eating.
“What do you want? I didn’t send for you. Get out!”
I knew the Executive was a rather temperamental woman, and that she was indeed very homicidal, but I hadn't known that she would been that bad.
“Executive Corvear, I am in here on behalf of my department.” I raised a hand to adjust my glasses, tilting my head to glance in a mirror on the wall. Last time we met she had called my ‘a pointy little fellow’ and advised me to ‘cut that switchblade off your face.’ So before coming to her office, I filed down the hairs to an even more precise point. Call it making, ah hah hah, a point.
“Get out. I’m hard at work,” she snapped.
“Hard at work napping again, Executive?” I maintained my poise as her cheeks puffed out in anger. The Executive was not exactly the type of person to arouse respect in a viewer. She was the type to bluster around hoping that she got it, and in most cases, not getting it unless she ripped someone’s throat out. I was fond of her in the same way one is fond of, say, a favorite source of office drama.
“Piss off. I was working before you came here. I just got tired,” she said gruffly, defensively.
How many times had I heard that excuse from how many underlings? I nodded overly-courteously. “Oh of course. But anyways, have you heard the new experiment going on, concerning energy stores and the new test rations? It happens that we need a test model, and-“
“If you need something from me, you wait in line like everyone else! Okay? Just because you’re the head of a department don’t mean that you can just-“
“Executive, we need a test model. We’re putting you on a diet.”
Oh, I wish I had a camera then, so that I could snap a picture of her face. The Executive had only one eye, but it was doing enough bulging for two. And her expression- Oh, her face! Every time she denies me increased funding I shall remember that face and immediately feel ten times better.
I spied a half-finished box of cream cookies on her desk and took it. “No more of these, Executive. I will be sending your new dietary rations shortly.”
Her blubbery face twitched furiously. “You can’t-“
“The Boss will understand. It is for the good of this project, plus I suppose we are even saving money!” I peer down my glasses at her. “Good day, Executive Corvear.”
She was too shocked at my ordering her around like that, so I left her in her office.
Well, so the Boss let the experiment go on for a week and two days before he saw that she was actually losing weight and promptly ordered her off the diet.
I collected the data. It was very helpful. But I noticed that the Executive, normally so eager to sample the newest rations, did not touch a single box.
.
Characters: Professor Sebastian, Pearl
POV: Sebastian
Notes: SHOCK!
Okay, so it's sorta comic. But if you really think, it's really not funny considering why she is constantly eating.
“What do you want? I didn’t send for you. Get out!”
I knew the Executive was a rather temperamental woman, and that she was indeed very homicidal, but I hadn't known that she would been that bad.
“Executive Corvear, I am in here on behalf of my department.” I raised a hand to adjust my glasses, tilting my head to glance in a mirror on the wall. Last time we met she had called my ‘a pointy little fellow’ and advised me to ‘cut that switchblade off your face.’ So before coming to her office, I filed down the hairs to an even more precise point. Call it making, ah hah hah, a point.
“Get out. I’m hard at work,” she snapped.
“Hard at work napping again, Executive?” I maintained my poise as her cheeks puffed out in anger. The Executive was not exactly the type of person to arouse respect in a viewer. She was the type to bluster around hoping that she got it, and in most cases, not getting it unless she ripped someone’s throat out. I was fond of her in the same way one is fond of, say, a favorite source of office drama.
“Piss off. I was working before you came here. I just got tired,” she said gruffly, defensively.
How many times had I heard that excuse from how many underlings? I nodded overly-courteously. “Oh of course. But anyways, have you heard the new experiment going on, concerning energy stores and the new test rations? It happens that we need a test model, and-“
“If you need something from me, you wait in line like everyone else! Okay? Just because you’re the head of a department don’t mean that you can just-“
“Executive, we need a test model. We’re putting you on a diet.”
Oh, I wish I had a camera then, so that I could snap a picture of her face. The Executive had only one eye, but it was doing enough bulging for two. And her expression- Oh, her face! Every time she denies me increased funding I shall remember that face and immediately feel ten times better.
I spied a half-finished box of cream cookies on her desk and took it. “No more of these, Executive. I will be sending your new dietary rations shortly.”
Her blubbery face twitched furiously. “You can’t-“
“The Boss will understand. It is for the good of this project, plus I suppose we are even saving money!” I peer down my glasses at her. “Good day, Executive Corvear.”
She was too shocked at my ordering her around like that, so I left her in her office.
Well, so the Boss let the experiment go on for a week and two days before he saw that she was actually losing weight and promptly ordered her off the diet.
I collected the data. It was very helpful. But I noticed that the Executive, normally so eager to sample the newest rations, did not touch a single box.
.