Because today is Olimar Day
Who: The President, Olimar
What: Tonight is the time to catch up on things. Hocotate Freight is losing money, and the President wants to have a word with Olimar.
When: September 7th, 2009. Early evening.
Where: The President's room at Smash Academy.
Warnings: Some very ADULT content. Oh wait...
What a way to start a week. That post may JUST have been a jinx. The halls of Smash Academy remained quiet tonight, because everyone was probably in their room and preoccupying themselves. Olimar had taken this walking period as an excuse to mentally rehearse and prepare for a rather important discussion with his old boss. It really should have been none of his concern, but the Hocotatian work ethics just never fully worn off. It just felt like the RIGHT thing to do. It very well could have been the captain's fault, regarding his old employer's decline. He would never get his job back, he couldn't. If the President seeked financial assistance, then he would have to find other means beyond asking for money. He had his own family to take care of, and the Pikmin sisters on top of that!
Once coming to the right door, he adjusted the tie he had already been wearing today, and fixed up his collar. It felt like an old office day all over again.
"Mr. President?" A gentle knock. "It's me, Olimar. Just as promised.." His voice and tone were steady, a hint of formality laced his statement.
What: Tonight is the time to catch up on things. Hocotate Freight is losing money, and the President wants to have a word with Olimar.
When: September 7th, 2009. Early evening.
Where: The President's room at Smash Academy.
Warnings: Some very ADULT content. Oh wait...
What a way to start a week. That post may JUST have been a jinx. The halls of Smash Academy remained quiet tonight, because everyone was probably in their room and preoccupying themselves. Olimar had taken this walking period as an excuse to mentally rehearse and prepare for a rather important discussion with his old boss. It really should have been none of his concern, but the Hocotatian work ethics just never fully worn off. It just felt like the RIGHT thing to do. It very well could have been the captain's fault, regarding his old employer's decline. He would never get his job back, he couldn't. If the President seeked financial assistance, then he would have to find other means beyond asking for money. He had his own family to take care of, and the Pikmin sisters on top of that!
Once coming to the right door, he adjusted the tie he had already been wearing today, and fixed up his collar. It felt like an old office day all over again.
"Mr. President?" A gentle knock. "It's me, Olimar. Just as promised.." His voice and tone were steady, a hint of formality laced his statement.