sᴛᴇᴘʜᴀɴɪᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴅᴏᴢᴀ (smendoza) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-05-02 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | gage mercer, p: lindsey, p: mj, stephanie mendoza |
WHO Stephanie Mendoza | Open
WHAT Hanging out in her office
WHEN Wednesday evening, around dinner
WHERE Stephanie's office
RATING tbd, probably low
She bumped the door to her office open with her hip and slid back inside. Normally, Stephanie remained in her office until 6 – barring appointments or deliveries or shifts to help in the kitchen – but she’d spent such a good chunk of the afternoon away from her desk that she wanted to give people extra opportunity to see her if they needed it. Most people, so far, seemed comfortable enough just contacting her over the network, but being available in person? That was important, too. Stephanie was still new to this specific job (and new responsibilities), and therefore had to prove she was reliable.
And she would.
Stephanie left the door open as she flopped back into the chair at her desk. Her dinner – a pretty simple plate of a delicious hamburger and some French Fries, because everyone had to indulge once in a while, right? – was set out on the desk in front of her.
Next to the plate sat a small, foam basket-ball. Although it might not have been the most professional thing in her office, she’d nailed a small little basketball hoop over the door to play when things got a little dull. It wasn’t often around here that things were dull, but a little private entertainment? It never hurt anyone.
After dragging a fry through some burrito sauce (it was so much better than Ketchup) and tossing it into her mouth, Stephanie picked up her basketball and shot it over her desk and across the room towards the hoop.
It went in – a perfect, clean shot – and immediately dropped onto the head of the individual walking into her office.