Forum Game Office Drone Life

[Grey Library]

Post the most spontaneous continuation of the following scene, given the following rules:

-Must be a single scene, no more than 2-3 minutes in-universe, preferably a few seconds long.

-The Office Drone is an indestructible object, as is the Office Chair and the Coffee Cup. These three items are conceptually anchored together and cannot be seperated.

-The three items can be moved as a single body.

-The Office Drone can be controlled, but he cannot rise from a seated position or put down the Cup.

-Reality and the environment are infinitely controllable.

-The Coffee in the Cup is unlimited, it cannot ever run out.

Begin.

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You are Bob, an accountant in a small business firm, in the Yamatai Space Empire. You shuffle into the office holding a cup of coffee bought from a nearby mart. You place your bag beneath your desk and sit down at your chair.

Activating your computer terminal, you stare at the screen and raise your cup to your lips.

You take a sip.

 

[Luca]

Bob blinks for a moment and looks at his coffee, sniffing it. Was the milk off? Did someone put soy or low-fat milk (yeech!) in the fridge instead of your favourite? Was the coffee machine broken? Was the barrista being a coy little moron and intentionally mixing up the orders for SYNCLyfe cred for 'fighting against the system'?

Jumped up little twats. Either way, no going back now. Bob continues drinking his morning coffee and turns the computer on.

 

[Lamb]

(Continuing from Luca's post.)

After all, you tell yourself, since you sprang for the indestructible coffee this morning... You might as well drink it. The price was admittedly fantastic for a cup of indestructible coffee. You're just about to sip again to celebrate the single line of database input you've finished when you hear a familiar sound. Nine-thirty already? Or is it Tuesday? Nonetheless, you sigh and reach for your bag as your world begins to tilt backwards and you and your office chair begin rolling backwards at a slow pace. After a few meters, your weight pulls you around so you can at least see where you're going as you begin accelerating in the narrow passageway between cubicles. A few more meters and you feel a soft thump to one side, and look to see who's rolling next to you. It's Janus, from Accounts Receivable.

"Hey there, Janice." You tell her, mispelling her name in your head as a sort of invisible insult ever since that time she signed your name wrong on that birthday card that was going around. How hard is it to spell 'Bob'?

"Good morning, Bahb." She greets you. You imagine she's still spelling it wrong, at least. She smiles politely while you sip your coffee at her; then gestures to the world whipping past the both of you and says moaning and sardonically, "Tuesdays, right? Gosh."

"Right." You agree without removing your lips from the cup. As the speed of your movement increases to the point where both of you are rolling with your hair whipping about behind you, the two of you spy Rick, from Payroll. As usual for a Tuesday, he's brought his windsuit and is floating above the cubicles at high speed with that smug grin of his-- waving eagerly with a tilt of the wrist to everyone he passes over. Ugh, Rick.

Sighing, you look down at your watch as you take another sip from coffee. Shouldn't you have already hit the jump by now? Oh, right. It's Tuesday.

 

[Guard Dog]

Taking full advantage now of the ability to fly the office chair in a tactful manner it begins to soar upwards above the row of cubicles, after all you weren't going to let Rick be the only one left enjoying the office airspace, and besides which you had something interested intended due to the uncanny amount of coffee in the cup. Drifting and sometimes floating in broad arcs you extended the beverage and began to pour the seemingly infinite cup of coffee in the midst this, as the liquid was left behind it floated weightlessly into the air trailing the avian office chair in a pattern that grows increasingly recognizable with each passing or drifting swoop upwards and down.

Droplets scattering weightlessly in a slow creep away from the stream now far behind the speedy chair sailing into the near distance.
Left clearly in a long and continuous font was the morning coffee suspended in the air spelling.

"Happy Tuesday Janass"

You secretly thought it would have been more appropriate on a friday.