[LOG] Why is this day dragging so slooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[flyboy001]

Participants: Alfred & anybody
Can people just hop in?: YES DO IT
Where: Alfred's office, either in his office or just on IM
When: Friday morning
What: Alfred's boredom
Summary: It's Friday morning, Alfred has a ton of work to do, & he can't concentrate.

Comments

HEY CAN WE BE BOREDOM BUDDIES ;A;

[lovino_vargas]

Lovino was sitting at his desk.. minding his own business when all of the sudden-- DING. He got an email from a user he hardly ever saw. It was not a very worksafe picture, either.

Confused and irritated and a little bored, he opened the instant messenger and decided to speak to this person about this... yes.

In the IM: "... why did you send me an email with a picture of someone's ass?"

(OOC: Also it's been so long since I've RPed here D8> I'm pretty rusty orz)

[IM~]

[flyboy001]

did ya click on it? it goes to an article about some terrorist guy
like one of the things sayus

[Open page, find tidbit, copy paste.]

"15. McVeigh once lied to some neighbors of Terry Nichols and told them the Army had implanted a computer chip in his butt."
i mean fffffff wtf right??

[IM] Ya this makes it easier ;3; *stoopid*

[lovino_vargas]

what the shit, man. why would the army stick a chip in his ass?

And for that matter why are you searching up this random shit? aren't you like a director or something?

[Obviously confused, but it beats paperwork.]

[flyboy001]

ffffffff idek. maybe they thought if they put a chip in his butt theyd be able to find him easier of smthg?

[It's refreshing to be able to make typos, truth be told.]

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cuz random shit's fun!

[ice_creamland]

Adam was skimming through his work inbox and then found---what. Something about Brokeback Mountain? He had no idea what it is and so he googled it. He checked on wikipedia and then sort of stared at the explanation.

"American romantic drama film that depicts the complex romantic and sexual relationship between two men in the American West". What the fu---.

During the heat of the moment, he had forgotten to check who sent him that e-mail. Alfred.

He IMed him up that said: "Do Americans actually like these kind of movies?"

[IM~]

[flyboy001]

unless they;re total homophobic bastards :DD

oh wait did you mean the gay giys or the cowboys

HI THAR ♥

[la_chica_linda]

What in the world was this? "11 Obscure Taco Bell Trivia Facts"? She was trying to do work and Alfred was...Dios mío. She supposed that the blocks clock she got him for Christmas didn't amuse him enough.

With a little huff, she cast a furtive glance around the room before opening up an IM window.

"Alfred, I thought you were working."

OH SNAP ([IM])

[flyboy001]

i am working! :D

8D

[too_delight]

There was a bright 'ping' from behind the mass of paper that waved uncomfortably in the heat as they splayed lazily across the desk in front of him, resettling once more after every rotation of the fan. The hot porcelain of his mask sliding with a loud squeak down his face as his head levered up, hazy brown blinking blearily at the mess, the white of the paper reflecting lighter shades into the normally black depths. That sound meant something to him.. righ'?

His head went to rest back onto his desk into a tangle of black, greasy strands,with a clean 'schnap', before his head came back up, a pained, husky whine seeming to emit from his chest at the broken shards of his headgear.

"Shit."

'Ping!'

The sound was coming from beneath the paper, the muscles in his neck trembling lightly as he moved away from his shattered headgear and blinked as he recognised the source. An email. Which at this time, could only involve work

WHY HELLO THERE

[flyboy001]

[IM]
awwwwwwww man it didn;t send??

[Alfred did some quick copy pasting of the URL into the IM box, before sending the whole kit & caboodle off with a little smile.]

http://dsc.discovery.com/sharks/shark-facts.html

XDD

[too_delight]

"...What the fuck is this?"

Sharks. The ficking 'important' email: a fact page about sharks. This dude must be joking. His eyes flicked angrily to the sender name, which he did not recognise- what the hell sort of name was 'flyboy', anyway?

Well. He better hope he had some answers, even if he had no name.

[IM] Hey, bastard. What the fuck do you think you are playing at?

i need a derpy sad icon;;;;

[flyboy001]

[Alfred frowned magnificently. He hadn't been expecting that kind of response. That was way harsher than anything Leti'd ever thrown his way.]

geez man, just tryin to spread the knowledge
as opposed to doing mindless paperwork

[Sent off with more of a scrunched up face. He nervously-- wait he was nervous?-- moved around the blocks of the clock Leticia had gotten him.]

does it reeeeeeeeeeeally warrant Language w/ a capital L?