I could put the lyrics from that Flo Rida "Elevator" song here...
Who: 11ady and completeglobal with a later appearance from withoutnobody
What: Elevator strike plot
When: Nov 4 ⇒ 4PM-6PM
Where: One of the elevators
Warnings: awkward ab touching job offers that are completely appropriate and boring 8|
[The elevator button for the eighth floor is cool to the touch as she rests her finger against it to light it up. She just wants to step out of her damned heels and skirt then collapse into her couch. That isn't an option this evening though. No, she's on her way to her suite to quickly change into something more appropriate for hard labor. From what she's seen of Wesker's lab on the network, everything in the vicinity had been thoroughly soiled. Politics kept her hands dirty in the metaphorical sense. Perhaps getting some literal dirt under her fingernails would lead to some epiphany.]
[Extend aid to receive aid. That's how it usually works, right? She has her agenda.]
[Wesker appears knowledgeable enough about pharmaceuticals if her conversations with him are any indication. She needs a better way to facilitate first aid for her agents out on the field. If what he had said about those herbal sprays was accurate--]
[The ding of the elevator cuts off her train of thought and she takes a deep breath as the metal doors part with a hiss. Seems there's another passenger to pick up before she can reach her final destination.]
What: Elevator strike plot
When: Nov 4 ⇒ 4PM-6PM
Where: One of the elevators
Warnings: awkward ab touching job offers that are completely appropriate and boring 8|
[The elevator button for the eighth floor is cool to the touch as she rests her finger against it to light it up. She just wants to step out of her damned heels and skirt then collapse into her couch. That isn't an option this evening though. No, she's on her way to her suite to quickly change into something more appropriate for hard labor. From what she's seen of Wesker's lab on the network, everything in the vicinity had been thoroughly soiled. Politics kept her hands dirty in the metaphorical sense. Perhaps getting some literal dirt under her fingernails would lead to some epiphany.]
[Extend aid to receive aid. That's how it usually works, right? She has her agenda.]
[Wesker appears knowledgeable enough about pharmaceuticals if her conversations with him are any indication. She needs a better way to facilitate first aid for her agents out on the field. If what he had said about those herbal sprays was accurate--]
[The ding of the elevator cuts off her train of thought and she takes a deep breath as the metal doors part with a hiss. Seems there's another passenger to pick up before she can reach her final destination.]