entrancelogs | That Guy from the Office.

Who: Wheatley the intern and YOU!
Where: The Republican Convention
When: During the event
Rating: PG at most.
Summary: Alan Wheatley is here for all your intern needs. What could possibly go wrong?
The Story:

On the job!

[Wheatley can be found running errands for various politicians during the convention. Did you need a cup of coffee? Sure thing! Want him to go make copies for you? Sure! Need him to clip your toenails? Uh.... Not particularly sure why anyone would want that in a world with the constant threat of a zombie outbreak. Moving on.]

[While he is trying his best, he isn't perfect by a long shot. He might get lost, or he might have gotten the wrong brand of coffee or doughnuts. Please help him.]

On a break.

[Thankfully, the politicians aren't working him to death. He's entitled to have down time like everyone else.]

[When he does, he's probably hanging around with his fellow interns, complaining about his boss or the crazy security they have in this place. Sure, he hasn't been in a crowd this big before, but do they really have to pile on the bleach? It smells horrible! And he's pretty sure his eyes are going to bleed if he doesn't suffocate from the fumes first. And so on and so forth.]

On the third and fourth day...

[He takes back what he said about the bleach.]

[If you need him after the needles have been discovered, he'll be holed up in his room at the hotel, not wanting any of this virus business. Perhaps you might feel like visiting him or, maybe, you could convince him to get out of the safe zone and live on the edge a little.]

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[ akechi is less than enthused about the sundry tasks assigned to him. grabbing coffee? he supposes he sees the need for it. making copies? all right, but can't a machine do that? passing documents between people? his intellect isn't being used at all. a robot could do this job. how is this an internship? how is he gaining any valuable insight?

at least there seems to be a herd of interns, given the size of the convention. ... still, it's not like he's particularly friendly with any of them. mostly because they haven't had the time between fetching coffee and doughnuts. what a life. ]

[Too bad there don't seem to be any robots at this convention. That would backfire spectacularly.]

[Anyway, Wheatley is just minding his business, rushing around with a box of doughnuts under in his hands. Too bad he's not really paying attention to where he's going, because his long, gangly self just ran into another intern.]

[There he goes, tripping and falling on impact. Spilling all the doughnuts. Like a klutz.]

[ god save the jelly doughnuts.

akechi blinks, watching in slow-motion as the doughnuts collide with the floor. it's not the first time the floor has seen food items, but it's certainly the first time he's witnessed something fall. and been a partial reason for it. ]

I hope those weren't too important.

Oww...

[He brushes himself off and... PANICS AT THE LOSS OF THE DOUGHNUTS.]

Aaahh! No! The boss is gonna kill me!!! [He scrambles to pick them off the floor, looking really worried.] Oh, god. Can they even eat these anymore? Does the 5 second rule work here??? I mean, there's probably tons of security workers cleaning the floors and all- Gah!

[Don't just stand there! Do something!]

[ WHAT DO YOU WANT HIM TO DO? THEY'RE FLOOR-DONUTS NOW. ]

I'm afraid they're useless now. [ as much as the idea of feeding them to their superiors gives him a sadistic thrill, he isn't looking to get fired. ]

... Let's just clean then up and get some more.

[ he isn't sure why he's being nice, but this guy is kind of pathetic. and the near-shouting is annoying, so he calmly crouches down to begin plucking them off the floor and into the ruined box. ]

[He really is, and he appreciates the help.]

Oh... Oh, thank you very much. Lessee...

[He goes to help the other intern clean up his mess to pick up the pace a bit.]

[Wendy catches up with Wheatley at the printer. She knows she can get information from almost anyone, and interns are the best. They're underpaid, overused, treated like slaves, and they're always looking for a sympathetic ear.

Coming up to the printer in her pencil skirt and flannel shirt, papers she'd snagged from someone in hand and looking at the printer with a frown.]

Hey, can you help me?

[It's the pencil skirt and flannel that gets his attention. Not to be rude, but could you have better fashion sense?]

Uh... Sure! What's the problem?

[You can take the girl out of the middle of Oregon but she's still going to be a Corduroy.]

Someone's messed with these settings and I can't get it to just let me send these faxes in. You got a clue on resetting it?

[Two guesses who messed with things.]

[Your fashion sense still needs improvement.]

Uh... I think I can. Hang on...

[He starts pressing buttons like he knows what he's doing.]

[He has no idea what he's doing. Why did you ask a moron to fix something.]

[Wendy watches closely, considering what he's doing.}

Oh, what about that one?

[Asked as she pointed at a reset button that, as far as she knows, will undo and reset what she has already done to it.]

[Beatrice is standing by the coffeemaker enjoying a cup and complaining about her duties. She's all about doing this for college applications, but it's not like anything she's doing is actually challenging. She gets a lot more fulfillment from her fellow interns.

She sees a gangly, nerdy looking one walking towards her. This will be fun.]

[He needs thid coffee. Like, really needs this coffee. It's been a long day, and he's tired already.]

[Thank god there seems to be someone else in need of a pick me up.]

'ello, mate. Rough day, innit?

[Not really, no.]

Little boring, but okay. In the end, I'll just use this experience when I become more powerful than all of these small-time politicians combined. So I guess it isn't wasted.

Seriously though, these people. They can get their own coffee.

Yeah, I don't really get it either! What, is security going to stop them if they go out to get a proper cup of coffee themselves?

It's ridiculous!

Actually? Probably.
But seriously, I have SKILLS.

I hear ya, miss. All this running around doing odd jobs for bigwigs who don't really pay attention to you.

This isn't who I want to be! This isn't my passion!

It's okay, they'll all die in obscurity. NOT US!

That Guy from the Office.

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