Fifty Shades of Green Ω Locked to failazure

[snakesuit]

It's slow.

Really, really, slow.

And boring.

Separately, these things wouldn't be of any consequence to Hazama, but combined... well. There was only so much he could do to keep himself distracted, which may or may not include terrorizing the newest batch of NOL officers, fresh from graduation day and green in more ways than one. You'd think they'd have learned by now not to hover around him like a pack of dogs waiting for a bone, but alas. Hard to teach a puppy new tricks, or some shit like that.

After sending away the last boring square off on some mission to find the hair of a gremlin ("no, it exists, trust me -- are you really going to disobey the orders of a superior officer, hm?"), Hazama reclined lazily in his seat and propped his feet up on his desk. Slow days were the worst. There was almost nothing to do to keep him from tearing his hair out and, seeing as how he liked his hair, that was saying something about the state of his boredom.

Hazama glanced briefly at the clock. He ran through a specific lieutenant's schedule in his head, and with a small curve of his lips leaned forward and hit the button on his intercom.

"Paging Miss Noel Vermillion... Miss Noel Vermillion, please report to Captain Hazama's office ASAP. That's as soon as possible, I repeat, as soon. As. Possible."

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more like fifty shades of moe

[failazure]

Today was boring. While the Intelligence Department was stuck with giving orientation to newcomers, here Noel was, stuck to her desk with the paperwork stacked high to the ceiling. As another secretary dropped off yet another load, the lieutenant knew this was going to be another boring day... paperwork after excruciating paperwork. Why couldn't things be more exciting?

As if one cue, the voice of a certain someone blared through the intercom. Noel nearly dropped her pen (ah! one splotch of ink could have damaged that document!), eyes darting to the device hanging from the wall.

That was Captain Hazama's voice, calling for her of all people--and on this day, no less. Noel very carefully put down her pen, parting the stray hair that obstructed her vision and casting her eyes back down. What was this all about? What did he want from her? ...oh, she had an idea... maybe.

--No. No, of course not. He was busy with all of the newcomers! Clearly this had to have been some other work-related inquiry or something, but even then... Noel wasn't thinking of the silly issues of whatever water-drainage maintenance she had to sign and stamp any longer.

Quietly excusing herself, she left her office, making sure not to catch her superior's attention. Who was she kidding, though? Captain Hazama just had to send the message out to everyone, didn't he? --Ah, there she goes again! Work, work!

Head full of denial, the lieutenant trekked through the halls and corridors of the HQ, and when she finally reached the door that was plainly labeled "Captain Hazama, Intelligence," it took her only a few hesitant moments before her hand reached out to knock.

Anyone there?