Colin (Ford) Murphy ✖ Dick Grayson (formerrobin) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2013-07-07 13:09:00 |
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Who: Anyone who works in the Agency! Friends and significant others of who might have been visiting are also welcome. :)
What: The R&D has a little accident, the whole building quarantined overnight. Agency sleep over, holla.
Where: The Agency, London HQ
When: Forward dated to Monday night, July 8th, 2013.
Warnings: TBD? Probably nothing too serious. Go wild!
For those wondering about the abrupt (but somewhat normal, coming from the basement) bang signalling an explosion from the R&D department sometime just after four P.M, their questions were soon answered by the awkward cough of someone over the Agency intercom. There was a brief moment of static following the cough, and then the unmistakably strained voice of someone trying very hard not to laugh. And failing miserably.
"Attention, attention, all Agency staff still currently in the ah, building-" Colin Ford, deputy director of training, had to stop before his words got swallowed up by another snort. Not that it was particularly a laughing matter, but he'd been doing this a long time. R&D catastrophes were some of his favorite past times now. "Sorry to be the bearer of hilariously bad news, but. We're all trapped here."
A dramatic pause, deliberate on Colin's part but the intercom had good timing in giving off a comically loud screech of static before he continued, his voice of utter professionalism echoing through the Agency halls. "No need to panic, as you heard R&D's just had another minor mishap and a foreign toxin of some kind may have been released into the air. For security reasons we've shut the building down and blocked off all windows and exits, as we'll need twenty-four hours to air the place out before opening its doors to the public."
(You can hear the smoke alarms starting to screech from downstairs where the source of the explosion came from. Don't worry, no one was hurt, everyone in the basement is just very wet now.)
"Not to worry, we're safe in here. The only thing the toxin might kill is the plants, but we don't want to risk a lawsuit, so. ... Yeah. Sorry guys, we're stuck here tonight. And anybody lucky enough to have left before the incident is getting an unscheduled day off tomorrow. So uh, get comfortable, raid the snack machines, and no boy/girl sleepovers in the offices, alright? - Just kidding. There's a dance party about to go down in the training room and a poker game being set up in the lounge. You are all, of course, required to get freaky with it. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Goodnight and good luck."
The microphone turns off. Let the Agency sleepover of 2013 begin.