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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.]

Comments

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

Far be it for us to walk on this filthy floor that probably hasn't even been mopped in ages. Perhaps you'd like to take care of that for us?

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

[Finger snap!]

[A pink plushy-like creature with a zipper covering it's entire body comes out of nowhere, handing over a bucket and a mop.]

Fasteneeer...

[The bucket's filled with ammonia.]

[gokaiger-red.livejournal.com]

[Marvelous looks at the bucket, up to the girls, down to the bucket, then to Scanty and Kneesocks again before laughing.]

I don't think so. I'm an Enforcer, not a janitor.

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

What a coincidence, so are we. My, you were correct, Ms. Kneesocks... The standards here seem to be quite dismal if someone so uncool like this man was given a high position.