Weekly Top X- Loquacious and SinSynn at The Office

Loquacious is in the HOP office again, typing away on some document that she seems to erase and retype every few minutes. Some kind of grumbled frustration and general sighing can be heard from her corner as she works.

In the midst of this annoyed pace, a "ding" is heard from the other side of the workspace.

'Lo looks up, realizes it is Lauby's computer, and goes back to work. She seems to actually get something done and mutters "almost done" as she types furiously. A second "ding" is heard, and Lo continues her frenzied writing. A third "ding", and then a fourth, seem to get under her skin.

She hops up from her chair and heads over to Lauby's desk. She looks for the speakers to his computer to turn them off when it dings again. She peers at the computer screen. We see her type in a password of some sort, and then

"Bingo! Ok, let me answer these real quick and make this thing shut up. I'm almost done and tired of hearing that noise. Plus, Lauby's busy. I'm sure he won't mind if I help out."

Lo starts typing and hits "enter" at least once when the phone rings. She looks around almost in surprise, and answers....

"House of Paincakes, Where WAAC is the FAAC, how may I help you?"




Lo's somewhat cheerful face takes on a more subdued tone, and she seems slightly downtrodden by the voice and words talking to her from the other end. She nods along as she listens to whatever chastisement is coming at her from the telephone when SinSynn slithers in the back door.

She waves at the tentacled Xenos and waves him over, mouthing "it's for you" as he enters and generally makes a mess as he looks around the office. He frowns and grabs the phone from Loquacious, who seems visibly relieved.

SinSynn listens to the voice on the phone for a few seconds.
'That Terran child is not a product of my loins,' he says, and hangs up. He looks over at Lo.'

'So, kiddo. Looks like El Jeffe left us in charge. Gotta tell ya, I'm surprised. I mean, we kinda have a reputation for screwing things up. Well, not me, not this time. I'm going to sit here, write my posts and keep my tentacles to myself. No trouble from ol' SinSynn this week, no sir.'

He sits at his desk. One of his tentacles grips a Handy-Wipe and begins cleaning up the trail of slime he leaves everywhere.

'Yup,' he says loudly enough for any nearby recording devices to hear (just in case this is some sorta test), 'I am a model of good behavior, I am.'

Just then he notices what Loquacious is doing.

'Isn't that Lauby's computer?'

Lo' doesn't answer. She's typing furiously.

'Wait a second,' SinSynn gulps, a rising sense of dread filling him, 'are you....answering his e-mails? Did you just click that link to help some guy reclaim his lost fortune? How on earth do you know Lauby's credit card numbers? Fer the love of....Lo' what are you doing?'

Lo' throws her head back and begins laughing maniacally.

SinSynn looks on in fear- he sorta knew this was coming. Lo's been working too hard lately. Filling in for Von, doing Top X and her posts both at the HOP and her own blog. All of that, in addition to the standard Terran female responsibility of crushing the hopes and dreams of all the males she comes in contact with.
The lovely, luminous Loquacious has snapped.

SinSynn races over to Lauby's desk, and attempts to wrestle the keyboard from her.

'No!' she shouts, 'Lauby won a lottery in Uganda! I just have to enter his credit card PIN to help him collect on it! You see? I'm helping!'

'Stop this madness immediately!' SinSynn yells back. He pulls the keyboard away from her, and it flies out of his hands, knocking over the broom with the funny hat and costume beard Von has been using as a decoy to convince everyone he's around. The broom falls into the drum set Dethtron keeps behind his desk, and a horrible, slow motion domino effect begins.

Cymbals crash down, snares roll into the coffee machine, which sparks a small fire that immediately sets the empty desk in the corner alight.
SinSynn stares in horrified disbelief.

'Wow. What did you do?' asks a suddenly coherent Loquacious.

SinSynn glares at her.

'What did I do? Are you surreal? I was trying to protect you from yourself! You lost it for a few minutes, kiddo. I was actually trying to do the right thing, for once.'
'Yeah,' answers Loquacious, 'I can see how well that worked out.'

'Shaddup, you.'

SinSynn and Lo' are standing on the street, watching the HOP offices burn down when a moving van rolls up. A very, very angry Lauby hops out.
Loquacious points at the Xeno.

'He did it.'

"I did manage to save his notes for Top X, though. That's gotta be good, right?"

The multi-tentacled alien can be seen in the background, making whirl-around-the-ear motions, pointing at Loquacious as some of his other appendages are soothing a sobbing Lauby.

Loquacious has pulled the slightly smoking notes from her very cute purse. She gently blows out the glowing embers and starts reading the scribbled notes to her internet boss.

Elfen Stuff Up: Randomly Hilarious  Check it out... silly Internet memes are silly.

Sound Officers Call : French Peninsular Troops   I gotta check it out.. I'm French... Plus, some cool lil' troopies here.

Fire Broadside : Dust Warfare Double AAR! OOH! Dust Warfare, with cool terrain and stuffs. Plus, battle reports. Pew, pew, pew!

Touched By Greatness : Daemons in 6th Thoughts Xenos thoughts, for the game-that-shall-not-be-named. This Irish dude has my approval merely on alien presence on his blog.

Capture and Control : Hobby Blitz - Necron Army in 5 Days, Day 4 Moar Xenos! And it's hobby stuffs, too.

The Dice Abide : Winning Combinations with Eldar and Dark Eldar  Well, winning is fun. Plus Imperials getting crushed is da awesome.

Storm of Blades : Eldar Combat Patrol  Skirmish type games, Eldar, and cool paint job. Worth checking out.

My Life Isn't So Epic Dakini Tacbot for Infinity: Finished! So the dude is from Spain and loving the crap out of Infinity. I gotta enjoy his hobby groove.

Lauby, SinSynn and Loquacious stand and watch the blaze, with stupefied looks on their faces. As the building continues to burn, debris starts to blow out of the remaining shell. Slowly, a bottle tumbles in their direction, and Lauby catches a glimpse of the label.

He turns his gaze to Loquacious, who seems to be deliberately looking elsewhere. If she could whistle, she'd be doing a jaunty tune, but Lauby quickly susses out her feigned innocence.

"How many bottles of Leyenda del Milagro did you DRINK?"

Loquacious looks a little sheepish, but the screen starts to turn funny colors-maybe it's from the reflected lights of the fire trucks, or maybe it's from all the liquor... but... FTB....

**** This is all in fun. HoP is not going anywhere. Please tune in next time to see what happens***