..................we are now experiencing.......................terminal............brain failure
I guess this could be classified as Spiffy but I was never one to use that word.
I prefer a product of exploring the deep recesses of my termenally failed brain in the midst of a psycotic frenzy!
I think I've really lost it now so I'll just get to the chapter..............but I have a couple questions to answer first........
SSJ7Panchan, no this story is not written in advance. I'm doing something totally different in writting so I'm posting chapter by chapter. see I''m actually type the chapters as I go instead of writting it out on paper like a book first, that's also why the chapters are longer.
Also, the chapters won't be as short as all the ones in Diswned if I have anything to say about it, which I do!
I was seriously disappointed by how short they came out. They seemed so long on paper.
And lastly, you better believe that I'll make all of you care about the poor forgotten lawn chair or you will be sorry. For I will borrow the frying Pan of death from Chibi Mars and konk all of you on the head with it.
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The Space Odyssey: Back to Reallity
Chapter 5
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The sun hanging low over the horizon. The oranges, yellows, pinks, reds, and purples blending together and gushing through the first floor windows. An extra burst of energy given to life in this wintery mood, nearing the end of a work day. Only two more hours. Hopefully.
After traveling every floor, and making a special stop at the cafeteria on the second floor, Trunks and Tsuragi cruise thru the mail room located at the rear of the facility. Tsuragi is eating a chocolate icecream cone and holding onto Trunks pant leg with the other.
The mail room supervisor comes running out of his office and down the main isle towards Trunks. Meeting him about halfway while buttoning his clerk vest in the process. He calls to Trunks and he looks towards him. Both laugh and shake hands, Tsuragi just watching in interest.
"I tell ya, that's the nicest welcome I've gotten all day." Trunks tells the older man.
"Well, in this part of the building, we see, hear, and percieve things completely opposite from everyone else." The man laughs heartfully.
He then sees Tsuragi clutching onto Trunks pants leg and kneels down to eye level with the boy. Tsuragi slowly eating his ice cream.
"If I didn't know what I know from working here, I'd say that Capsule was cloning it's president for future generations. But I'm guessing he's your son but I never knew you had one." The man smiles to Tsuragi and stands back up again.
"I'm surprised the word hadn't reached already from the first 39 floors that I went thru."
"Down here, we're just as well being in a another region completely. No one talks to mail room clerks unless they have too. I mean, I'm one of three people on the first 35 floors, and one of only eight people all together who actually have access to your floor, not to metion your office. No one will tell me anything unless I ask for it and then I have to demand it." The man says solemly and scratches the back of his head.
"Truthfully, if I had just came to work here as a no-one-in-peticular. I'd totally prefer the mailroom to the toplevel jobs any day of the week. Hell, I pay you guys down here as much as people up to the 31st floor and some higher." Trunks glances at his watch, his face pailing dramatically. "Shit! I've get ten minutes before my 3:30 meeting.......I'll......talk to ya later!"
Trunks grabs Tsuragi, who has finished his icecream and takes off running towards his elevator. Tsuragi laughs in delight as the door opens and they jump inside. Trunks hits the button for the top floor, the door closing lazily behind him. and they begin slowly, the elevator working it's way up the floors. Trunks sighs impatiently, setting Tsuragi down next to him.
Like it had taken hours (Really two minutes) the bell dings on the elevator door and it slides open effortlessly. Trunks races to his office leaving Tsuragi to follow behind. Tsuragi comes into the doors just as Trunks ducks into the bathroom, flinging his sunglasses onto one of the shelves linning that wall.
Tsuragi heads to were his back pack is on the floor and pulls his teddybear from inside. Putting his sunglasses on the bear, he sets it on the desk along side the computer. He then grabs his dragon and climbs under the desk from the back side so that no one can see him.
Trunks comes out of the bathroom and sits at his desk, trapping Tsuragi underneath. He straightens his desk top a bit when there's a knock at his open door. He looks up to see the face of another buisnessman. He's in his mid forties, with glasses, brown eyes, and thinning brown hair. He's a little on the chubby side but with an honest face. He motions for the man to come.
"Zanshin-san, I'm glad you could make it. I'd like to apologize for this mess . We had a small earthquake earlier this afternoon." Trunks stands shaking the mans hand and they both sit again. (His name's Mr. Creative!)
"I was surprised Briefs, your secretary wasn't there to meet me in the lobby and I didn't know how I'd get up here but your mailroom supervisor saw me and offered to help me out. So he brought me up himself. That's a good man you got working for ya, you don't find many of them now-a-days." The man nods as if agreeing with himself. He then starts laughing lightly, cathching sight of the bear on Trunks desk. "Do you always keep a bear on you desk Briefs?"
Trunks grabs the bear throwing it under his chair.
"Not generaly. I want to apologize though, I ended up terminating my secretary today and it had temporarily slipped me that I always had her greet my meetings at the front door. And the reason you don't find workers like the one who brought you up here anymore is 'cause all of them already work for me." Trunks laughs, leaning back in his chair.
Under the desk, Tsuragi powers up, seeing his bear fall to the floor, punching Trunks in the shin. Trunks jumps up with a shout, grabbing his shin. He quickly sits again, catching the disturbed look on Mr. Zanshin's face. While sitting back down, he glances under the desk seeing Tsuragi pouting at him.
"Come out of there." Trunks sits back up as Tsuragi crawls out, sitting back against the drawers.
Trunks clears his throat and pulls out a couple files from the bottom drawer of his desk as does Mr.Zanshin from his briefcase. Mr. Zanshin flips through the pages.
"I recieved the revised copy of the cantract we were discussing last time and I just have a few more points I'd like to discuss......" He stops, looking up to see the folder fly from Trunks hands. A small tail waiving in the air behind the desk. "Do you have an animal here Briefs?"
Trunks looks to see Tsuragi rummaging through his desk drawer, his tail waving in the air. "No, I have a little monster." He picks Tsuragi up, sitting him in his lap. Mr Zanshin smiles, setting down his work.
"I had no idea you had a son Briefs? But I was sure you weren't married."
"I'm not married and I didn't know I had a son until about a month ago." Trunks says coolly, flipping thru his own set of papers.
"Do you intend to marry the girl Briefs?"
Trunks stops his page flipping. "We're talking about it but I do believe that's my personal life. We are here for buisness matters only.......Zanshin-san."
Tsuragi leans back and yawns, closing his eyes. His tummy grumbles as they begin to talk.
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Mercy Mercy!!!
Come 'on I say uncle!
I'll get to the space part already!
It'll be in like two chapters......
Geeze!
C'mon......I'm leading up to it but first I just HAD to torture Trunks on his last day of work before the Odyssey in space begins.
Let me know though, how do ya' think this is goin?
Hey! I think I've set a record for my longest chapter.
Wow!!
Peace and Cheeze fries
Gotunks~
I guess this could be classified as Spiffy but I was never one to use that word.
I prefer a product of exploring the deep recesses of my termenally failed brain in the midst of a psycotic frenzy!
I think I've really lost it now so I'll just get to the chapter..............but I have a couple questions to answer first........
SSJ7Panchan, no this story is not written in advance. I'm doing something totally different in writting so I'm posting chapter by chapter. see I''m actually type the chapters as I go instead of writting it out on paper like a book first, that's also why the chapters are longer.
Also, the chapters won't be as short as all the ones in Diswned if I have anything to say about it, which I do!
I was seriously disappointed by how short they came out. They seemed so long on paper.
And lastly, you better believe that I'll make all of you care about the poor forgotten lawn chair or you will be sorry. For I will borrow the frying Pan of death from Chibi Mars and konk all of you on the head with it.
**********************************************************************************
The Space Odyssey: Back to Reallity
Chapter 5
****************************
The sun hanging low over the horizon. The oranges, yellows, pinks, reds, and purples blending together and gushing through the first floor windows. An extra burst of energy given to life in this wintery mood, nearing the end of a work day. Only two more hours. Hopefully.
After traveling every floor, and making a special stop at the cafeteria on the second floor, Trunks and Tsuragi cruise thru the mail room located at the rear of the facility. Tsuragi is eating a chocolate icecream cone and holding onto Trunks pant leg with the other.
The mail room supervisor comes running out of his office and down the main isle towards Trunks. Meeting him about halfway while buttoning his clerk vest in the process. He calls to Trunks and he looks towards him. Both laugh and shake hands, Tsuragi just watching in interest.
"I tell ya, that's the nicest welcome I've gotten all day." Trunks tells the older man.
"Well, in this part of the building, we see, hear, and percieve things completely opposite from everyone else." The man laughs heartfully.
He then sees Tsuragi clutching onto Trunks pants leg and kneels down to eye level with the boy. Tsuragi slowly eating his ice cream.
"If I didn't know what I know from working here, I'd say that Capsule was cloning it's president for future generations. But I'm guessing he's your son but I never knew you had one." The man smiles to Tsuragi and stands back up again.
"I'm surprised the word hadn't reached already from the first 39 floors that I went thru."
"Down here, we're just as well being in a another region completely. No one talks to mail room clerks unless they have too. I mean, I'm one of three people on the first 35 floors, and one of only eight people all together who actually have access to your floor, not to metion your office. No one will tell me anything unless I ask for it and then I have to demand it." The man says solemly and scratches the back of his head.
"Truthfully, if I had just came to work here as a no-one-in-peticular. I'd totally prefer the mailroom to the toplevel jobs any day of the week. Hell, I pay you guys down here as much as people up to the 31st floor and some higher." Trunks glances at his watch, his face pailing dramatically. "Shit! I've get ten minutes before my 3:30 meeting.......I'll......talk to ya later!"
Trunks grabs Tsuragi, who has finished his icecream and takes off running towards his elevator. Tsuragi laughs in delight as the door opens and they jump inside. Trunks hits the button for the top floor, the door closing lazily behind him. and they begin slowly, the elevator working it's way up the floors. Trunks sighs impatiently, setting Tsuragi down next to him.
Like it had taken hours (Really two minutes) the bell dings on the elevator door and it slides open effortlessly. Trunks races to his office leaving Tsuragi to follow behind. Tsuragi comes into the doors just as Trunks ducks into the bathroom, flinging his sunglasses onto one of the shelves linning that wall.
Tsuragi heads to were his back pack is on the floor and pulls his teddybear from inside. Putting his sunglasses on the bear, he sets it on the desk along side the computer. He then grabs his dragon and climbs under the desk from the back side so that no one can see him.
Trunks comes out of the bathroom and sits at his desk, trapping Tsuragi underneath. He straightens his desk top a bit when there's a knock at his open door. He looks up to see the face of another buisnessman. He's in his mid forties, with glasses, brown eyes, and thinning brown hair. He's a little on the chubby side but with an honest face. He motions for the man to come.
"Zanshin-san, I'm glad you could make it. I'd like to apologize for this mess . We had a small earthquake earlier this afternoon." Trunks stands shaking the mans hand and they both sit again. (His name's Mr. Creative!)
"I was surprised Briefs, your secretary wasn't there to meet me in the lobby and I didn't know how I'd get up here but your mailroom supervisor saw me and offered to help me out. So he brought me up himself. That's a good man you got working for ya, you don't find many of them now-a-days." The man nods as if agreeing with himself. He then starts laughing lightly, cathching sight of the bear on Trunks desk. "Do you always keep a bear on you desk Briefs?"
Trunks grabs the bear throwing it under his chair.
"Not generaly. I want to apologize though, I ended up terminating my secretary today and it had temporarily slipped me that I always had her greet my meetings at the front door. And the reason you don't find workers like the one who brought you up here anymore is 'cause all of them already work for me." Trunks laughs, leaning back in his chair.
Under the desk, Tsuragi powers up, seeing his bear fall to the floor, punching Trunks in the shin. Trunks jumps up with a shout, grabbing his shin. He quickly sits again, catching the disturbed look on Mr. Zanshin's face. While sitting back down, he glances under the desk seeing Tsuragi pouting at him.
"Come out of there." Trunks sits back up as Tsuragi crawls out, sitting back against the drawers.
Trunks clears his throat and pulls out a couple files from the bottom drawer of his desk as does Mr.Zanshin from his briefcase. Mr. Zanshin flips through the pages.
"I recieved the revised copy of the cantract we were discussing last time and I just have a few more points I'd like to discuss......" He stops, looking up to see the folder fly from Trunks hands. A small tail waiving in the air behind the desk. "Do you have an animal here Briefs?"
Trunks looks to see Tsuragi rummaging through his desk drawer, his tail waving in the air. "No, I have a little monster." He picks Tsuragi up, sitting him in his lap. Mr Zanshin smiles, setting down his work.
"I had no idea you had a son Briefs? But I was sure you weren't married."
"I'm not married and I didn't know I had a son until about a month ago." Trunks says coolly, flipping thru his own set of papers.
"Do you intend to marry the girl Briefs?"
Trunks stops his page flipping. "We're talking about it but I do believe that's my personal life. We are here for buisness matters only.......Zanshin-san."
Tsuragi leans back and yawns, closing his eyes. His tummy grumbles as they begin to talk.
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Mercy Mercy!!!
Come 'on I say uncle!
I'll get to the space part already!
It'll be in like two chapters......
Geeze!
C'mon......I'm leading up to it but first I just HAD to torture Trunks on his last day of work before the Odyssey in space begins.
Let me know though, how do ya' think this is goin?
Hey! I think I've set a record for my longest chapter.
Wow!!
Peace and Cheeze fries
Gotunks~
