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[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

[The hallways seem livelier this morning than most, but this isn't saying much, considering how this division of Confuto Ordinatio alone houses a veritable number of registered agents. The usual sounds heard each morning would either be the pitter patter of feet and the occasional casual asides, but the noise made at the moment is somewhat different. Footsteps were replaced with the semi-unusual cries of what seems to be a literal stampede, the frenzied rampage of quadrapeds trampling over innocent bystandards and all. Of course, there were no four-legged animals to be found. A rolling, red rug appears to have been the source of so many agents' discomfort. As it rolled on, it spread out a thin layer of silk specifically for two girls to walk across.]
 

Judging from the procedure required to apply, there seems to be a greater degree of organization here than at school. Still... I do have to wonder about their standards, dear sister.

Indeed, Ms. Kneesocks, but that is to be expected. After all, even the most ruthless distribution of rrrrrules can be all for naught if the worthless common employee cannot follow them.

Yes, dear sister. Still, from this day on, isn't it our obligation to make sure they uphold their duties? After all, the image of an organization is reflected on all of its agents.

But moreso on its superiors including ourselves, wouldn't you say? This means that it is our duty, no, obligation to enforce strict disciplinary measures to enforce their roles here. As superior officers, it's also our goal to define... hmhmm, discipline.

[Kneesocks nods, a small smile forming on her face] How would you suggest we carry that out?

Well, Ms. Kneesocks...

[Both sisters start talking to each other, almost inaudibly to anyone but each other. The conversation is often accentuated by the occasional laughter, minimized with the intention of maintaining a proper demeanor, but for the most part, they aren't making a terribly big effort at hiding their prideful demeanor.]

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[kyoko-flirts.livejournal.com]

[Guess whose latest cone of sugary deliciousness(?) got knocked out of her hand as the carpet rolled on past?]

Hey! That was my ice cream!

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[kyoko-flirts.livejournal.com]

I didn't say "thank you."

[egg-across-time.livejournal.com]

[The carpet just happens to roll over a certain rotund man innocently heading on over to the filing offices just on the other side of the building. In grave pain, the man is now beneath the carpet and is having some trouble getting up.

In a muffled voice, he cries...]

Wh-who's responsible for this carpet just rolling around!? Is Janitorial Unit-X4444 slacking off again!?

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

Did you hear something, dear sister?

It seems we could have chosen a carpet of better quality.

[gokaiger-red.livejournal.com]

What in the world...?

[Marvelous gawks at the carpet rolling by, and the weirdly quiet talking girls along with it.]

Tch.

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

... Ms. Kneesocks, it seems that a human dressed in considerably out-of-date clothing is staring at us. What could he want?

[bloody-hime.livejournal.com]

*The carpet rolls into a little girl, and stops like it hit a steel wall. The Girl just looks up at the two demons.*

Fuga

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

I hope you realize you're blocking the way.

[squeezes-horns.livejournal.com]

[woah, woah woah woah, could it be? He's mostly been aimlessly wandering the halls this morning, but it looks like he finally found something, or some things interesting. He walks right up to the demon sisters with a glazed look in his eyes and a bottle of faygo tucked under his arm]

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

[While this... thing appears to be a demon, Scanty is visibly disgusted by whatever this... thing is.]

What is this odorous, vile creature doing so close to me!?

[grandtheftmecha.livejournal.com]

[ The rolling rug stopped Katina mid-step as it passed by.

She stared down at it, then slowly looked up at the two girls with skin to match their red carpet entrance. ]

Do you do this everywhere you go?

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

All entrances should be made with style. That is our rrrrule!

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

Well this is ridiculous.

[Snake lights a cigarette as he looks at the silk rug dubiously]

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

I agree. May I ask who gave you permission to smoke during office hours?

Snug as a bug in a...?

[thetypingbug.livejournal.com]

There's a high-pitched "IIII--" that cuts off with a thump and a crash as Cheryl becomes one of the rug's roadkill collection. What was a blue bug-lady with a pawful of files is now an awkward lump in the silk with the occasional antenna, leaf of paperwork or wing sticking out.

"Uff, kffgffkffbffbff!" Muffled protestations under the carpet. Not even the translation field can tell what the hell it means, but it sounds distressed.

TABLECOVER. I'M SO DANG CLEVER.

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

[Scanty merely walks over Cheryl very narrowly stepping on her. She doesn't even notice the bug let alone the fact that she's an Agent. What a bitch.

[martini-manjuu.livejournal.com]

[Mokona's riding around on Motobug. And sees the rug coming toward him. Mokona's solution? Open mouth, let the rug roll right into it]

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

[Seeing the rolling carpet roll into the black void that is called Mokona fills Scanty with a certain mix of surprise and horror.]

Wh-what the hell!?

Did our silk, red carpet roll into that... thing's mouth!?

[naoki-kashima.livejournal.com]

Talk about making an entrance...

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

Of course. The more agents we notify of our presence, the better.

[highondaylight.livejournal.com]

*And the rug is run into a ten-year-old looking girl. Surprisingly, it does NOT run her over, stopped until she, VERY annoyedly, steps over it.*

And what sort of crazy do we have here?

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

[The irritability is responded in kind as Scanty sees the girl somehow stop the carpet's rampage.]

... Ahem, excuse me... little one. You're in our way. Would you kindly step aside or we will be forced to... hehh...

Call your mother?

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[sugar_and_spice_witch]

[The new lump underneath the carpet suddenly disappears, as golden butterflies swarm out from underneath and reassemble into a woman in a pink dress and rather too many ribbons.]

What's the deal here? Trampling over the strongest witch in existence!

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[sugar_and_spice_witch]

Oh, you're devils. It wouldn't surprise me that you're getting ahead of yourselves.