[ROLL-CALL] Due 05/17

[n_corp_mod]

ATTENTION ALL NATION CORP. EMPLOYEES,
                          ATTENTION ALL NATION CORP. EMPLOYEES,
                                                       ATTENTION ALL NATION CORP. EMPLOYEES,

Due to the use of designated areas by unauthorized employees, we have begun a new ID program for entrance into the executive offices, and the sub-level

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[soon_to_be_g9]

Peter strode straight into the break room, wanting to get this done quickly. He had been thoroughly enjoying napping- working, that is, and wanted to get back to it. Figuring it didn't matter if he killed his old card after scanning it, he decided to watch it shred. Shredding is always fun.

The mechanism making the new cards seemed interesting. There seemed to be a fair amount of variety to pick for the style. He saw one that seemed to have whales on it, in a blue-green color. It seemed a little strange, but then, there were weirder designs on some credit cards these days and somehow, this one just seemed nostalgic for some reason but he couldn't figure out why.

Once the new card was done, he snatched it up and returned to work-- there was napping to do- working that is. Working is what he meant.

[pastaitalia]

Feliciano had barely registered the announcement, so it was sort of a shock to him when he entered the break room for some coffee and saw the machine making the ID cards. Well, best to get this over with first, then he could have coffee and get back to his... well, get back to slacking off. No sense lying to himself, he wasn't going to work until that coffee was gone.

He looked through the designs for some DaVinci, maybe some Raphael, when he stumbled across a painting he'd seen only a couple of times before, one of two pretty girls sitting close by each other as if they were sharing a secret. He looked at the name and stifled a snicker- Italia and Germania, he'd have to do a little bit of reading on this. With a little grin, he picked that as the design for his card, still grinning as he took the finished card and headed for the coffee.

Hey, he could do worse than having two pretty girls on his ID.

[french_for_fame]

Francis didn't quite understand why the ID cards weren't issued at...'normal' times of the year, then again, Nationcorp was not a 'normal' company, nor did it have 'normal' leaders, or 'normal' employees for that matter. He wondered briefly how he'd come to work at such a place and then recalled that nice paycheck he got in the mail every so often and then all seemed right with the world.

So, he made his way to the seventh floor and scanned his soon-to-be obsolete ID card and then proceeded to design his new one...which was basically a baby blue with giant roses pasted over it. Oh, how exciting!

Content with his work, he claimed his new card and rid himself of that...hideously designed piece of plastic that plagued him previously.

[magyar_queene]

ID Card? Wait, she was supposed to keep that on her? Ahhh maybe it was hidden in her wallet or in her desk drawer or something--crap where did it go? Elizaveta had gotten so used to not needing the ID card that she even forgot that it was important.

After a few minutes of frantic searching, she finally uncovered the missing ID card (since when was there a hole in the lining of her purse?! So that's why there was all that jangling change when she took out her wallet...) and headed on down to the 7th floor for the check-in.

Following the simple commands on the machine, she dropped the old ID card into the shredder and waited for the new one to finish printing. "That was easy~" she chimed, slapping the new card against her palm and striding back towards the staircase.

[canukastan]

This. Now this was an easy way to do check-ins! No scanning of retinas, or thumb prints, or voices, or whatever else this company had come up with. A good old-fashioned ID scan. How hard was that to do? Hell, the company could even have some scanners set up by the front doors so that the employees would need to scan every day on their way to work. A great way to implement a new time-card system, too.

What was even better, they got to pick a personalised design on the new card! Now really, why didn't they do that sooner?!

Quite delighted that finally there was a method of checking in that wouldn't confuse him with someone else or mistake his existence (although he did hold his breath until the machine brought up the template form for the new card, just in case), Matthew created a simple red ID card with a white maple leave in the middle. Plain, simple, and represented him perfectly!

Admiring the new card, he slipped the other into the shredder and hummed to himself as he headed back to work.

(and for once I'm not doing it on the