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DUNDER MIFFLIN ISLAND BRANCH, DAY 1

Jun 28, 2007 21:18

The day had finally come, like days tend to do. Only this time, Michael Scott didn't just intend to let the day play out like it was an ordinary day. Oh no. This time, Michael Scott would PLAY the day out. And not just Michael Scott, but the Dunder Mifflin Island Branch employees, too. Michael had PLANS for this meeting. Very Important PLANS ( Read more... )

karen filippelli, nick stokes, pam halpert (i), eli navarro, dwight schrute, jim halpert, angela martin, michael scott

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callmeweevil June 29 2007, 02:40:48 UTC

Now I seen some lame-ass white boys in my time, some guys convinced they were full'a way more ghetto than they were. But when I come into the rec room and see this guy, I'm too stunned to even laugh. All I can do is stare, kinda the same train-wreck stare you give someone when they're real drunk and about to do somethin' real stupid. I gotta wonder if this guy's drunk, then, 'cus man, he's passin' stupid and goin' straight for legendarily lame.

agentscarn July 8 2007, 20:55:23 UTC

When all is said and rapped and done, Michael rocked back on his heels, checking out the assembled masses. He spied a very unfamiliar face, one that he had not seen at Dunder Mifflin.

"Hey there, ese!" Michael greeted, adopting what he considered to be a Latino homeboy accent, attitude, and stance. "¿Que paso, mi hombre?"

formerfratboy June 29 2007, 03:12:19 UTC

Nick was really just interested in getting a book. Just a simple book. Something to keep him occupied.

Instead, he walked into the rec room to see some crazy guy dancing and rapping and... well. Nick thought he'd seen everything on the job. But this was a new highlight.

He edged around the guy, just trying to reach the bookshelf.

agentscarn July 8 2007, 20:57:24 UTC

By the time Michael was finished with his rap, he was raring to go and start up some paper business! What Dunder Mifflin would obviously need on the island were new recruits. After all, not all of his employees were here, now where they?

"You there, sir!" Michael called over to the guy trying to edge over to the bookshelf. "What do you know about...paper?"

formerfratboy July 9 2007, 03:52:40 UTC

Nick groaned, disappointed that he'd been caught.

"I.... know that you can write on it? I have a friend here that said she used to sell paper, I can find her if you're... really curious about it." he offered.

"And I know that with the right equipment, someone can identify all sorts of things a scrap of paper -- where it was bought, who made it, where it was made..."

He let his voice trail off, all too well aware that he was going to slip into science nerd mode pretty quickly. But hey, the guy did ask.

jim_halpert June 29 2007, 03:14:38 UTC

There was nothing quite like seeing Michael destroying songs. Jim just stared at him as he sang, not sure whether to laugh or hide his face in his hands. All he could think was how happy he was Pam had decided to come with him. He had a feeling things were going to be very, very interesting.

He sipped his drink and shook his head, chuckling to himself. Honestly, it was a weird comfort that some things never changed, even on an island that could change genders and had dinosaurs.

pambeesley June 29 2007, 04:10:56 UTC

"I don't know how long I'm going to be able to stand this," she murmured, inching her way over and nudging him aside so she could grab some more pretzels.

jim_halpert June 29 2007, 04:14:33 UTC

"I wonder how many bad songs he's going to make worse," he murmured, moving over to give her more room. He took another sip of his drink. "This is like the Dundies', only worse."

pambeesley June 29 2007, 15:42:54 UTC

"A lot worse," she added in a low voice. "At the Dundies we could at least leave.. But, here? We can leave, but we can only go so far.."

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pambeesley June 29 2007, 03:15:20 UTC

Pam had been rather wary of even coming to this 'meeting', but she almost hoped that Karen would show up so she could at least.. Well, she wasn't sure what she was going to do, actually, but she felt like maybe this was the time. For something.

When she saw Michael jumping around and singing and dancing, she almost turned right back around. She found that she couldn't get herself to move, though. She felt rooted to the spot, forced to stare in horror.

callofkaren June 29 2007, 07:14:41 UTC

"Oh, no," Karen breathed.

There was the Lazy Scranton video, Prison Mike, and the various crazy ideas Michael had back in the office, and there was...this. There weren't enough words in the English language to describe what Karen was staring at, the pretzels in her hand completely forgotten.

agentscarn July 8 2007, 21:01:26 UTC

"Karen! Fillllllllllllipeeeeeeeeeeeeeelli! Rockin' like Dokken and smellin' like jellyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Michael laughed, then gestured to the pretzels in her hand. "Yeah, keep at those carbs, little Karen. A man likes a girl with a little meat on her bones for his bone, if you get what I'm sayin'." Waggling his brows, he looked at her expectantly, waiting for her laugh.

callofkaren July 9 2007, 08:05:09 UTC

There were moments where Karen wished she'd been struck deaf, dumb, blind and mute because she did get what Michael was saying. She got it all horrifically well, and wished she hadn't.

She stared up at him, and managed a pained smile. "Okay?"