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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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[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

Did it hit another one? One would expect better coordination from age--

[That's when she notices Cheryl.]

...Dear sister, perhaps we should have looked into the local wildlife before coming here.

[thetypingbug.livejournal.com]

"Beep keegibeep! Beebi keedigeekiki!" I'm not wildlife! I'm administration!

She finally extracts herself with an affronted flick of her wings.

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

Ms. Kneesocks, is... is it trying to say something to us? That's so... disgusting. [Scanty gives a clap of her hands.] Fastener!

[With that, a small, red creature with zippers around its body rushes in from out of nowhere carrying a can of pesticide. Guess who it's going to spray at.]

[thetypingbug.livejournal.com]

A couple of sprays, and the bug squeaks in a alarm then starts making odd sounds that sound kind of like a vacuum cleaner coughing, waving a paw to dispel the cloud.

A bit more and she relents, hopping up to cling to a nearby column to get above the insecticidal miasma. She glares at the daemon from her perch before skittering off in an obvious buggy huff.