fh_office: (Miles)
"Hooray, and up she rises--"

"That was last week." Ida gave Head of Accounting a whack across the dome. "Today, reality television is the in thing! Keep up!"

Head of Accounting squinted at her. "...Snooki?"

"Sigh."
fh_office: (Gareth)
"What shall we do with the drunken gremlin?"

"What shall we do with the drunken gremlin?"

"O, what shall we do with the drunken gremlin ear-ly in the mor-ning?"

Ida snagged Bob up by his feet. Head of Accounting snagged him by the ear with his teeth.

"Ho, ho and up she rises--"

"Erllaiinzhemooorning!"

Poor Bob.
fh_office: (Gremlin)
That Monday, the staffers returned to the office. They had a built-in sense of when Fandom insanity ended, and, okay, they'd been thrown off a little by the powdered sugar snow, but it was probably a lot better than the past few weeks had been.

"What did we miss?" Ida chirped cheerfully as she stepped in.

Bob turned around.

"Oh no! Our computers!"
fh_office: (Gremlin)
The office was a very quiet place today. It had been for weeks, in fact: the office workers, genre savvy as they were, had taken off to the most stable-sounding universe they could find the moment they'd heard about the whole mess.

All of them... except for one.

Bob the Gremlin might have had to stand on his chair just to get to the keyboard, but he was a loyalist. He... was never gonna give you up. He... was never gonna let you down. He...

...was using the other staffers' monitors for target practice. Omnom.
fh_office: (Finch)
"My paperwork is gone," Ida complained. "I'd just taken it home to do some late-night checkups, but when I came back from the bathroom, it just fwoosh-- it was gone! Not a trace!"

The elk nodded in a way she interpreted as understanding.

"I'm telling you, these kids on the radio, they're on to something," she continued. "Why, I haven't been able to find my keys in ages, either! And one of my snowglobes! And this morning, I didn't find my cat for at least another hour after I fed her!"

The elk nodded again. Or possibly it bobbed its head down to snack on some left-over paperwork. One of those things.
fh_office: (Les)
On one side of the office they stood, grim-eyed but full of morals, their capes flapping behind them in a breeze seeping in from the windowsill.

On the other side of the office stood their opponents, decked out with funny ears and tight spandex and squiggly patterns on their outfits.

Both parties stared at each other across the divide.

And THEN THE CAGE CAME DOWN, with the evil death spiders and the--

"Bob, what are you doing? It's lunchtime!"
fh_office: (stuffed skeleton)
Most of the office staff was out on leadership training today, so the skeleton crew was taking care of office business today.

They rattled a little, but it turned out okay.

Well, for the first few hours, anyway. Then the gremlins came out of the woodwork. But that's another story.
fh_office: (Miles)
Every television in the office was on that morning. For no real reason: there weren't any special reports, no movies they wanted to watch, no reality shows they were really into.

But they'd hired some new guy that day. The New Guy.

The New Guy liked TV.

The New Guy liked all the TVs.

And so the office suffered.
fh_office: (Finch)
"WHIPPED CREAM ALERT!"

Those turned out to be fateful words. The entire accounting office had been flooded with large quantities of whipped cream. Head of Accounting bobbed on top of it, screaming bloody murder, but no one could reach him to save him.

"Oh, no," Ida whimpered. "This is as bad as the syrup crisis of '24!"

No one had any idea what she was talking about, but they did get out the shovels.
fh_office: (Gareth)
Absolutely nothing happened in the office today.

Everyone was on the floor, suffering the after-effects of heavy lifting.

Even Head of Accounting had a headache.
fh_office: (Cheese)
Why did guests always require so much paperwork? They were up to their necks in it. Ida groaned, hammering her face into a stack of 'terrified squirrel report' forms that she'd have to fill in and submit to the national squirrel union.

"Why?" she asked. "Why. Why."

"Shut up and pass me the approval stamp," Head of Accounting growled. "I am so suing this school some day."
fh_office: (Gareth)
The office was quiet.

Completely, utterly quiet. Not a peep was heard. Not a word was spoken. Not a bray was brayed.

The office was quiet, and the gremlins danced.

...with foam attached to their feet, or they would have been quite noisy indeed.
fh_office: (Miles)
"My stomach hurts," Ida complained from the floor. "Huuuuurts. Huuuuuuuuuurts. Huuuuuurts."

"We told you not to eat foreign snack food," said Head of Accounting, floating merrily above his desk. "How can you trust anything called 'flames'?"

"I just thought it was spicy!"

"We were in a volcano!"

"Still, it's just rude!"

Sufficient to say, nobody in the office was going to be able to get to work today. Even the melk-elkoose wound up braying about it by the middle of the day.
fh_office: (Cheese)
"No, it was totally the Stark wedding that had the better catering," Ida argued.

"Weddings," said Head of Accounting, "and they didn't even take the differently mobile into account!"

"It was in the park!"

"You know what floating over grass feels like?!"

The moose shook his head and brayed a mournful tune. Really, life in the office didn't change much, whether it was Soap Opera Weekend or not: the drama would always be small-time, in the background, and paying only an extra's salary.

He took a gnaw out of the water cooler again just to cope with it.
fh_office: (Kelly)
"More caffeine," Ida cried, weakly. She had her head stuck in the trash can and her hands folded over her head. "Mooooore caffeeeeeeeeine."

There wasn't a man, woman or moose in the office who really wanted to know what was going on there. But they did, patiently, all leave a mug of coffee sitting on her desk. Not for her own well-being, but just so she'd shut up.

She drank it all anyway.
fh_office: (Charles Bronson)
"Oh," said Ida, that morning. "We're back."

The staff looked up for all of five seconds, then looked back down. None of them felt like celebrating, particularly. They hadn't been able to take a vacation all summer, and they were very, very put out.

Except for the elk, who had decided to start romancing the water cooler.
fh_office: (Gareth)
"Someone get me a mop," Ida called.

It had been a week, and people kept spilling black and white all over her nice floor.

"I do not approve!" she shouted. "WHO DID THIS?"

The moose had the grace to look guilty.
fh_office: (Cheese)
"There's chocolate in my hair," Ida complained. "Can we file some paperwork against the island? Leaving this stuff lying around everywhere has got to be negligent behavior."

The moose sighed. It was a very expressive sigh. He got a glare.

"And while we're in Disneyland, too. Do you have any idea of the ticket prices? Drink prices? The MUSIC?!"

She stomped through the office raving and waving her arms.

The staff thought it prudent not to point out she had chocolate stains on her behind, too.
fh_office: (Gareth)
"Why is the moose on the roof?"

"I don't know."

"Why is the elk in the basement?"

"I don't know."

"Why is the melk-elkoose--"

"LOOK, I DON'T KNOW, AND IT IS REALLY FRICKING COLD, TURN UP THE HEATING ALREADY."

"You really need to do something about this anger management problem of yours..."
fh_office: (Gareth)
"Fear of the dark! Fear of the daaark! I have this constant fear that something's always-- neeeeigh!"

The moose, the elk, and the melk-elkoose were not having the best day of it. The staff was being incredibly obnoxious about having four hooves now, as if it was something funny or abnormal, and they now had the bulk not to be overly impressed by any attempts at threat.

So the elk had decided to opt for aural terrorism instead, braying up a storm.

But now the rest of the office was retaliating.

The moose sighed. It would be a long day.

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