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Gadgets and Fruitcakes[jimmylost, zonacat, closed] Sept 2, 2010 12:31:35 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Sept 2, 2010 12:31:35 GMT -5

Dashica Starr

The alarm rings. No, not an alarm clock, an oven alarm. They're ready.It smells pretty good. Although the fact that I put like two sticks of butter in them probably covers up all the fruit and whatnot that's caked in it.

It was relatively easy to make a fruitcake. Flour is easy to get. So are fruits; nobody buys them, they go after the proteins. There's a nut tree on our rooftop, so I stole some of those. I think they're called pecans or something. Sugar was harder, but I was able to find it in a small store for a small price after a day of looking around.

The other ingredients were harder, but I got them after searching for a long time. The spirits were easy. There's a whole small black market in an abandoned warehouse.

But it's finished. My fruitcake is done. Sure, it's in the middle of summer, but who cares? It's a cake goddammit.

I heard over by the water fountain that the boss loves fruitcake. And I need to get a promotion, so here it is. One freaking fruitcake. Enjoy.

But dear god it's heavy. It's really, really dense. So I put it in a basket, and head out towards work.

I'm lucky. I don't have to do much physical labor. I help the secretary. So in short, I'm sort of a secretary's secretary. Confusing much?

The only problem is that today, the elevator's busted. So now I have to walk up countless stairs to get to level 25, where they have another elevator to take me up to level 43. That's the boss' office. And my office is on that floor too.

So, after countless staircases, I'm on level 25. But it's a bit crowded. I'm trying to make my way to the elevator when someone bumps into me. I'm falling. I knew I shouldn't have worn these shoes. They have no friction.

I hear a splat. That cannot be good.

Slowly, I turn around to see the fruitcake.

It's squashed. It's hard as a rock, but it's squashed.

"Goddammit." I mutter under my breath. Now I'm going to have to spend the next hour scraping this off the floor. Our janitor's out sick, so we have to clean up our messes.

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Last Edit: Sept 2, 2010 12:31:54 GMT -5 by shrimp

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Gadgets and Fruitcakes[jimmylost, zonacat, closed] Sept 2, 2010 12:58:24 GMT -5

Post by jimmylost on Sept 2, 2010 12:58:24 GMT -5

Brigit hated traveling to factories as Miss. Switch, it reminded far too much of the life she left behind. Of course she would probably never even set foot on the factory floor seeing as this visit was set up by her father. The computers here where all from her fathers company, so where half the district's but that wasn't important. what was important was to ensure no competitors sneek up on their domain offering lower prices and stealing away their business.

There was a whole team devoted to regularly calling their customers, but the most 'valuable' got a visit from Mr. Switch, or more recently his daughter. She tried not to think about the fact that some of these men had started requesting that she show up in her father's place. She only ever talked business and she intended to keep it that way.

Of course today was serving double duty as testing for a new little toy of hers. the hair clip was nearly lost in her unruly hair but it's not like her blond curls would disrupt the signal it made. Using the wight system she had perfected a while back she could completely shut down almost anything electronic without even touching the device.

So maybe she confused the man who told her the elevator was out of service by giving him a bright smile, but who cares? the field test had been a success now she just had to get through a boring session with the owner of this factory and she could put these directly into use.

Her excitement carried her all the way up to where the functional elevator was, she twitched her chin down to be sure she didn't accidentally turn it off as well. The slight loss of concentration sent her walking into someone near by. The girl seems unharmed but the baked good she was carrying with her splatters on the floor.

"Oh dear my apologies" says Brigit extending a hand to aid the girls return to her feet "don't worry I can have someone get you a new..."she stares at the mess on the floor "fruitcake?"

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Gadgets and Fruitcakes[jimmylost, zonacat, closed] Sept 2, 2010 20:58:06 GMT -5

Post by shrimp on Sept 2, 2010 20:58:06 GMT -5

This girl is dumbfounded by the fact that there is a fruitcake in the office. Well, I will admit, summertime is not a normal season to bring out fruitcake, but I overheard the secretaries stating how much the boss likes fruitcake, so I made some.

I groan, and turn to the girl, about to give the normal polite "It's okay, accidents happen" routine, but I gasp instead.

This is Brigit Switch. THE Brigit Switch. The daughter of the famous computer designer. She's loaded, and has lots of control over the factory. Or at least, enough control to boss people around.

"O-Oh no, it's not a problem, stuff happens. Besides, I doubt that anyone has fruitcake during the summertime except me."

I giggle at the last part. It really is ridiculous, that I'd go to such lengths to make the boss happy, especially when he doesn't really care about us secretaries.

The fruitcake actually comes up extremely easily, it doesn't even leave any crumbs on the floor.

"Oh well, it's too hard to eat anyway."

And with a bit of flourish, I dump the squashed lump that's called cake into the nearest trash bin.