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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

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

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

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

There is no rule against Smoking - there is no office hours.

What's ridiculous is your silk rug - [he taps some ashes on it]

I don't care what rank you have in your world, no one gets special treatment here beyond their rank is given.

[lacytanga-rule.livejournal.com]

[Scanty gasps at the ashes being so carelessly dropped on her fine silk. She grits her teeth growing redder.]

This was a very expensive red carpet ordered directly from the Demon Catalog and I can guarantee that a fraction of it alone is worth far more than your life.

Insubordination, and to two Commanding Officers... Fastener!

[A little creature with zippers appeared from out of nowhere and started brushing up the ashes Snake left on it. Just before leaving, it grabs a bottle of kerosene from its pouch and squirts it at Snake's cigarette.]

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

[He then tosses the cigarette on the rug]

Arson - now that's against regulations - as an Enforcer I'll have to report you two.

[spandex-rule.livejournal.com]

It's your choice whether to light it or not. In the end, we're just looking out for this organization's best interests.

[onlyatrainkillr.livejournal.com]

It was your choice to be belligerent and escalate the conflict. If you plan on imposing 'discipline' here - may I note that some common courtesy will have more people listening then open contempt.

Now if you will excuse me I have a training session to run.

[He goes to walk off]