no shirt no shoes / endy! & zeus!
Feb 4, 2023 13:26:32 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Feb 4, 2023 13:26:32 GMT -5
e n d y !
d i s t r i c t 5 l i a s o n
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d i s t r i c t 5 l i a s o n
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"Yeah I've got an appointment."
"Mr. Knightly, your appointment was 3 hours ago."
Okay, and??
Brochella ran late, that's not my fault. We all sort of got caught up in taking sugar pills and finger-painting each others chests and screaming at DJ D-Sol because halfway through his techno set he cut the music and starting scouring the crowd for dilapidated interns.
I've already got a job, dude!! Leave me alone!!
Speaking of, wow haha WOW it's going great! You would not believe how great it's going. I signed off on this thing last week that lets like, a shit ton more drugs into the district, so I hope they're enjoying that. My desk is open to thank you cards all week.
Honestly, this gig's a lot easier than I thought it would be. My first press conference was last week, and I think it went great, I really do. There was this one reporter at the end that asked for my opinion on capitol punishment and my new assistant was sort of off to the side, did a spit take of his coffee and went crazy waving his arms at me. I waved back - we're homies like that. I think he was just really pumped that I got such a cool question.
I didn't really need him though, Merc made me a list of talking points the night before so I just went off those. One thing you gotta know about me? I'm a great public speaker. Hardly even black out at all.
I did get a call the next day though, somebody from HR (which, I didn't even know we had an HR department?? What kind of useless bullshit is that??) but the lady on the phone said that I had to make an appointment with a more experienced liaison, get some advice, a good steer in the right direction, because some of the higher ups were getting concerned with the way Five was looking.
Not my fault they're a bunch of losers that don't know how to party properly. My idea to turn the place into a babes-only resort got shut down so fast I didn't even finish the pitch.
HR wanted to set me up with that Lochlan guy. I told them I'd rather eat my shoes, actually. At least gimme a guy that doesn't look like he reads, like, a book for fun.
So I'm here! Sort of. I think I left a whole chunk of me down in the lobby when I threw up in one of the plastic plants but that's someone else's problem now.
"Can you just like, tell him I'm here?" Zeus' secretary isn't even that hot - kind of a red flag. "I've gotta get my one week chip or whatever."
That's how this works, right?
"Mr. Knightly, your appointment was 3 hours ago."
Okay, and??
Brochella ran late, that's not my fault. We all sort of got caught up in taking sugar pills and finger-painting each others chests and screaming at DJ D-Sol because halfway through his techno set he cut the music and starting scouring the crowd for dilapidated interns.
I've already got a job, dude!! Leave me alone!!
Speaking of, wow haha WOW it's going great! You would not believe how great it's going. I signed off on this thing last week that lets like, a shit ton more drugs into the district, so I hope they're enjoying that. My desk is open to thank you cards all week.
Honestly, this gig's a lot easier than I thought it would be. My first press conference was last week, and I think it went great, I really do. There was this one reporter at the end that asked for my opinion on capitol punishment and my new assistant was sort of off to the side, did a spit take of his coffee and went crazy waving his arms at me. I waved back - we're homies like that. I think he was just really pumped that I got such a cool question.
I didn't really need him though, Merc made me a list of talking points the night before so I just went off those. One thing you gotta know about me? I'm a great public speaker. Hardly even black out at all.
I did get a call the next day though, somebody from HR (which, I didn't even know we had an HR department?? What kind of useless bullshit is that??) but the lady on the phone said that I had to make an appointment with a more experienced liaison, get some advice, a good steer in the right direction, because some of the higher ups were getting concerned with the way Five was looking.
Not my fault they're a bunch of losers that don't know how to party properly. My idea to turn the place into a babes-only resort got shut down so fast I didn't even finish the pitch.
HR wanted to set me up with that Lochlan guy. I told them I'd rather eat my shoes, actually. At least gimme a guy that doesn't look like he reads, like, a book for fun.
So I'm here! Sort of. I think I left a whole chunk of me down in the lobby when I threw up in one of the plastic plants but that's someone else's problem now.
"Can you just like, tell him I'm here?" Zeus' secretary isn't even that hot - kind of a red flag. "I've gotta get my one week chip or whatever."
That's how this works, right?
