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The Dragon King's Hoard (Dungeon Run)
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Post by Onyan on Sept 11, 2022 13:49:50 GMT -6
Tiny, bossy, lady coming through.
Foreman Onyan would scurry over, clutching a clipboard.
"PRODUCTIVITY IS DOWN WHY- oh it's lunch. Carry on. What's everyone having?"
Can she try it?
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 11, 2022 15:17:35 GMT -6
The downed trees were being quartered or measured and sectioned all to be loaded onto a truck. she shut off her chainsaw when the time for lunch was upon them. She carried a backpack which held her effects. Minimized walk times and got her back to work promptly. She picked up a few logs and tossed them into a giant metal tank to be placed on a truck and carried off.
After that she took off her helmet and PPE gear before meeting with the others. From her bag she would pull out a container and a big pint of protein drink.
“Phew man this weather?” She would bring up her own conversation. She did look and Onyan. “Oh I thought I’d try something different from the norm. I’m going to try a lot more fish. Where I grew up there wasn’t much but I think it’s going to help me feel less bogged down after lunch.”
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Mojo
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Post by Mojo on Sept 11, 2022 16:09:11 GMT -6
Mojo would gently set his pencil off to the side of his work at his desk as the lunch horn went off. On the desk itself was various order forms both for the yard and TO the yard, along with a number of ledgers and blank paper to be used as needed. Standing he would move to join the others, taking an apple out of his own lunch container, a placid smile on his face.
He was not the only one working the books, just one of many, but he was efficient at what he did. There was a bit of a manhunt amongst the desk jockeys, as the Union breathing down the neck of the yard's big boss employers was due in part to some financial paperwork making its way to some investigators that showed company funds, especially funds supposed to be used to help pay the workers, hazard pay, pensions, sick leave, etc. Were being used in an inappropriate fashion. The information had to come from a desk jockey, so no one was allowed to leave the premises with any paperwork. And yet more and more records kept appearing in the investigators hands, driving the bosses higher up mad.
Like Mojo needed to bring the paperwork with him to supply it to others to help point them in the right direction. The perks of an eidetic memory and a natural talent for numbers... The former of which he never breathed to a soul.
Sighting the foreman Onyan, Mojo would laugh softly at her cut off shout.
"I'd hope productivity DURING lunch time is down. Helps to ensure productivity is up after lunch."
And then Mojo would take a bite from his apple quietly, sitting at one of the tables.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 12, 2022 17:44:44 GMT -6
"Eh?!"
The boss would draw out an exclamation at Maiz before grinning and putting a hand on his hip.
"Not all of us are only built to flex and sweat all day. Some have to point you muscle brains in the right direction, ya'know? Hehe."
After the small chuckle he'd brush a finger under his nose. Playful banter with Maiz was a near daily thing, which might turn to some headlock or noogies later. However once everyone was gathered he'd start pulling out his regular ham and cheese sandwhich and a juice box from his lunch container. He was a bit more shifty than usual today double and triple checking that it was just this group around for this lunch before he finally began.
"Alright... So our usual scheduled clearing shifted again."
For those here they would remember that it was the ninth change to the schedule and direction this week. One or two changes happen for zoning and tree population balance, but this was rediculous.
"Not only that, but we are getting more and more people calling out from sickness. I've narrowed it down to the teams that keep getting assigned to zone 2 that keep getting sick... And this change puts us in zone 2."
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Post by Maiz on Sept 12, 2022 17:54:38 GMT -6
Maiz can't share his lunch. There's barely enough for himself!
He fakes going to grab the boss, but laughs it off after, shaking his head. The changes, however, make him frown.
"Again?! Come on, man."
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Post by Onyan on Sept 12, 2022 18:04:56 GMT -6
"Fish is good..." she'd say, almost drooling about it.
Though she couldn't keep her focus on food talk with the tea being spilled.
"That site is obviously unsafe! They can't seriously keep putting more people there!" Onyan would say incredulously.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 12, 2022 18:18:19 GMT -6
“I got my proteins here.” She head tilted to her jug. “But I assumed this would happen making his do some overtime and I brought an extra for the break later.” She reached in her back pack and pulled another container. When she cooks for herself she is always hungry and makes way more than she should. Fish goes bad quick too. But she handed it to Onyan anyway the shorter woman looked like she was starved.
“Now I hope this doesn’t put us into too much overtime I’ve got…” in perspective; Rhona’s day was filled with the needs of a prisoner. The schedules they keep are strict and she needed to visit her psychiatrist. She wasn’t allowed to miss that. But if she doesn’t quite remember that her appointment was with in her prison timeline she started to ponder what she had an appointment for. She felt it in her whole physical being as if she had forgotten something important and really wanted to remember it.
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Mojo
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Post by Mojo on Sept 12, 2022 21:04:06 GMT -6
Mojo would frown at the announcement that they were being moved, self-preservation instincts blaring at the details of the move.
"You have to be joking. I know for a fact they haven't called anyone to actually investigate the sudden surge of sicknesses, and they're sending more people into it?"
And why did Mojo have a feeling that there was something more he wasn't seeing or noticing? That there was more to all of this then what was before him? And he had a deep gut instinct, something he could not explain in ANY way but it was there, that he, all of them there, were being watched by someone or someones or somethings out of view.
"... Actually, remind me boss, because I haven't heard: What, EXACTLY, did they call in sick with? What symptoms?"
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Space King
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Post by Space King on Sept 15, 2022 13:00:55 GMT -6
Sunny would just listen for now since other people were spouting off and asking questions. There wasn't much reason for him to jump in yet.
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Post by Vo Lang on Sept 15, 2022 14:24:40 GMT -6
The Boss shook his head. He was also as discontent about it as everyone else. His team, this team was in his opinion top of the line. Undefeated in meeting goals each and every time no matter how difficult the job.
"It is unsafe. I've been trying to pull some strings and get more information, but the best I get out of them is the deadline for clearing that zone. The symptoms I've heard is fatigue, drowsiness, nausea, difficulty breathing, dizziness... Some describe it like all their energy had been sapped away."
He'd look down real seriously for a moment.
"Which is why I think we need to band together and do something about this."
Onyan would feel a sudden cold chill, nothing too serious, but... Was that ice cold fingers rubbing the back of her neck?
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Post by Maiz on Sept 15, 2022 16:11:16 GMT -6
"Honestly, it sounds like they're all just skipping cardio."
Maiz snorts.
"What would we do about it otherwise? Quit? Strike?"
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Post by Onyan on Sept 15, 2022 18:26:25 GMT -6
Onyan would happily reach over to grab the offered food, only to yelp and almost toss it in the air! Her free hand would slap at the back of her neck and she'd turn around quickly. Maybe the cold chill was nothing but cold fingers touching you sure was.
She's covered in goosebumps. Fuckin' spooky shit.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Sept 15, 2022 19:32:19 GMT -6
Rhona held the container in her hand firm, slightly startled at Onyans exclaims. Only to chuckle and set it on the table where she could grab it when she gathered herself.
“You guys are worried about bug bites and colds were in the middle of the woods. Allergies and the weather are good and easy ways to get one sick when you’re not used to this.” She grew up in places like this so she just shrugged. “However if we want to make demands and take action… I won’t say no to a raise.”
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Space King
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Post by Space King on Sept 22, 2022 10:00:31 GMT -6
"Maybe just some safety equipment. Could be something like a thermal vent. Makes me think of gas, this guy knows." He'd say jerking his head over to the side with a small chuckle.
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Post by Mojo on Sept 24, 2022 20:21:57 GMT -6
Mojo would frown, pondering.
"Rhona, if that was the case, it would be effecting everyone at every site, and we've shown no such symptoms. Just that one site? Maiz, if they were that out of shape the work here would have gotten them into shape. Plus, it's only been happening when they've been assigned to that one site? No, there's something wrong here. Sunny... might have a point with the gas thing if it's just local there."
He would tilt his head, tapping his finger on the table.
If we are forced to go near there, I would suggest covering our bodies as much as possible, and breathing through masks or, if we can't find any masks, damp cloths or rags. If it is something about that site, minimizing skin contact and vehemently minimizing how much of the air we breathe in that area should be our main priority. Along with that..."
Mojo would frown at Onyan's antics, an odd thought popping in his head at the idea of phantom sensations.
"My memory is failing me. Boss, or anyone else, anyone ever tell ghost stories about this place, this forest? Especially in site 2?"
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