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V's Tales from the Boardroom (Part 3: Hostile Takeover)


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(The following may or may not be accurate depictions of staff meetings at JNet)

 

The skyscraper was massive.

 

Made almost entirely out of glass, the only entrance was at the top. A helipad awaited all who visited.

 

The three men arrived at once. Nodding at one another and stepping into an elevator, they began their descent.

 

Each floor contained a different activity. They zoomed past Customer Service, and a movie cinema. They briefly watched duels take place on another floor. Water coolers, computer rooms, and rec centers filled their view.

 

The three were the last to arrive.

 

As everyone stood to greet them, they silenced their applause. Vaderman, cloaked all in a black robe, Brendo, in a brown robe, and Mael, cloaked in an awesome beard, exited the elevator.

 

“G’day, mates,” Brendo greeted.

 

The staff room was a tavern. Bottles of liquor lined the walls and a giant conference table stood in the center.

 

“Is everybody ready to give their weekly reports?” Mael asked.

 

“Darkfire is drunk again,” BLCKCLONE sighed. “He was last seen streaking in the Bar & Grill. We heard some screams from the ladies in the rec center, we think he’ll be there.”

 

“I’ll deal with him myself,” Vaderman growled. “Next?”

 

“We had some people asking questions about the Star Wars films,” handofthrawn said merrily. “They were trying to speculate on some things—but don’t worry, I sat them down and explained everything that’s cleared up in the books.”

 

“Is EU canon?” Amidala Skywalker asked her brother.

 

“I think it is.”

 

“Good point. What’s next?” Brendo asked.

 

“I don’t want to take too much of our time, but—“

 

*three hours later*

 

“--and he says that if he doesn’t get his way and have our ruling overturned, he’s leaving the RP forever. And he’s going to send Spam to all the other floors until he gets his way. Now, his nemesis says the exact opposite…” Jidai Geki explained.

 

Vaderman jumped onto the table and withdrew a lightsaber, waving it around angrily.

 

“I’ll kill them!” he bellowed. “I’ll kill all the RPers! I’ll burn their whole floor down!”

 

“Vaderman!” Lord Ar-Pharazon shouted. “Calm down! Just give them one more chance…they really mean well! They’re just very competitive, I swear, they’ll get it right this time.”

 

“Vaderman,” Brendo said, pointing at his colleague, “dealing with the RPers is like…throwing a shrimp on the barbie. See,” Brendo leaned in close, “the ‘shrimp’ are like the RPers…and the ‘barbie’ is like the competitiveness that they feel. So we throw these RPers into something competitive, and they’re bound to get burned up! But all you need to do is calm them down with a little ‘butter’ and they’ll be just right!”

 

“In news out of the Jedi Library—“ Tiana began, but was cut off by the ringing phone. A voicemail was placed.

 

“You have one thousand, three hundred, and thirty-eight unheard messages,” the recording informed them. It played the messages.

 

“Hey guys, it’s me, Travis. I just thought maybe the building could use fire proof doors in case there’s ever a fire”

 

BEEP

 

“Hey guys, Travis here, have you guys considered selling bottled water with a JNet logo?”

 

BEEP

 

“Travis again, did you get my first two messages?”

 

BEEP

 

“Guys, I was wondering. If someone ever forgets the keys to the building, maybe we should all build another building, that way we can go there, just in case we’re locked out?”

 

*two hours later*

 

“—and at my old job, I took down the staff. It was pretty cool. Not that I’m threatening you guys, or anything.”

 

BEEP

 

“This guy needs a hobby,” Mael mused.

 

Vaderman was pinching the bridge of his nose exasperatedly.

 

“Is there anything else?”

 

“Archer wants to know if we’ll let him back into the building,” Brendo said.

 

“No.”

 

~Fin~

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Absolute gold there.

 

and Mael, cloaked in an awesome beard,

That is . . . scary to say the least.

 

There are too many things to comment on entirely. I do love this, especially since I am one of only three non-staff mentioned here.

 

“I don’t want to take too much of our time, but—“

For this line, you may want to let us know who is speaking that way it is even more funny when you have three hours pass.

 

You know that now you started this, you have to keep it up, right? This is too awesome to simply be a one time deal.

 

 

 

 

 

PS: And "Mael" I do have a hobby: planning contingencies for every potential emergency that could ever possibly happen on or to this site. I mean, what would we do if for some reason, all three admins were somehow incapacitated at the same time after having separate run ins with furious rabid clowns who broke their hands?

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Pfffhahaha. The sad thing is that this is probably an accurate picture of behind the scenes, pretty much.

 

My vote is on this winning best humor in the next FFA.

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Well done, V. One of the best stories I've read in a good long time. Of course, this is probably one of the first I've read in the Library... It was bloody brilliant, it was awesome to see the internal workings of the Mod team, just as I imagined them.

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  • 2 weeks later...

PART TWO

STAFF DECISIONS

 

The gleaming tower of JNet stood proudly amongst the other structures.

 

Deep within the bowels of JNet, the three masters were settling in for a long night of administrative work for the building.

 

The room was a haven for the three admins. Three deep leather chairs were placed around a warm, flickering fireplace. Bottles of various liquors lined the walls.

 

The three were drunk.

 

“Alright boys,” Vaderman said, grasping a glass of wine. “Let’s get down to business.”

 

Brendo and Mael took their places in the chair. Brendo was nursing a strong bourbon. Mael slammed back several beers.

 

“Well mate,” Brendo began, “I don’t know if you noticed it or not, but I thought it’d be a jolly good plan to re-arrange some of the floors just to see if people were paying attention. I moved customer service to the top of the building, for starters.”

 

“I saw that,” Vaderman mused. “Did anyone notice?”

 

“Leinemaster thought it was a stupid idea, but that’s why we’re in charge and he isn’t, isn’t it?” Brendo said proudly.

 

Vaderman chuckled under the influence of the alcohol.

 

“Mael, anything new in your neck of the woods?” Vaderman asked.

 

“Well,” Mael began, scratching his beard. “I temporarily set Travis’s access code to “inactive”. I figured we could just tell him we weren’t sure why he couldn’t get in to the building for a couple of days.”

 

Brendo and Vaderman roared with laughter.

 

“Well that bloody well explains the recent spike in voice messages then!” Brendo chuckled.

 

Mael continued scratching his beard.

 

“As a joke, I changed the building’s Bar and Grill a bit and re-named it Wampatown”

 

Vaderman and Brendo continued their laughter.

 

“How did they take it?” Vaderman asked, fully aware of the general bad attitude of JNet’s visitors towards past pranks pulled by the three administrators.

 

“They…loved it,” Mael said, slamming back another beer. “They’ve constructed a University for the town and are working on building defenses from outside forces.”

 

“Crikey,” Brendo said. “We might as well keep it that, then, shouldn’t we? Any other business?”

 

“I did have one idea,” Vaderman said, softly chuckling while pouring another glass of wine. “What if we put LAP in charge of the Community Center?”

 

“LOL!” Brendo exclaimed. “That’ll cause chaos! Let’s do it! It’s like the old saying back home! “Maybe the dingo ate your baby”. See, the dingo, in this case, is LAP. And the baby is all of JNet. And he’s going to eat them.”

 

“Too much o’ the brandy, eh, Brendo?” Mael asked in a fake Aussie accent.

 

“I’m Australian, mate,” Brendo shrugged. “We drink this stuff in the cradle.”

 

The three enjoyed a merry laugh and continued plotting drunken mischievous.

 

And that is how the administrators of JNet make decisions concerning the site.

 

Fin.

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  • 4 weeks later...

I may not be privy to any staff meetings, but I do know how to laugh when I read something funny. Good job with this, Vaderman... and I agree: when inspiration hits you should definitely add more to this!

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before something bad happens.***

This sounds like a threat...

 

I suspect this is a shoe-in for next year's Awards, or something... bad might happen.

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Okay, I breathe now. I have not laughed that hard in quite awhile.

 

I was just minding my own business and happened upon the thread, and the first order of business in the first post:

 

“Darkfire is drunk again,” BLCKCLONE sighed. “He was last seen streaking in the Bar & Grill. We heard some screams from the ladies in the rec center, we think he’ll be there.”

 

...yep. That's definitely my husband.

 

I very nearly spit out my water all over my computer when I read that. Started laughing then and didn't stop.

 

Well done. MORE!

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I heard rumors about this existing, but me gusta.

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I think my favourite bit in that newest post was the dingo reference... I have a feeling that reference might be somewhat more amusing because I am an Aussie...

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PART THREE

Hostile Takeover

 

It was a cold, mid January afternoon.

 

For a week, the three administrators of JNet had been meeting in secrecy outside of their building. They frequented bars, pubs, taverns and the occasional cave to discuss and plot their next move.

 

“If word of what we’re planning gets out,” Vaderman had stated, “we’ll be thwarted. We simply cannot allow word of our plans to leak.”

 

A week later, Vaderman had sent out an emergency message to Brendo and Mael. The three were to meet in the Boardroom, immediately.

 

Mael and Brendo met Vaderman at the top of the helipad. The three entered the elevator in silence as they began their descent.

 

As the various floors of their building passed them by, Mael began furiously stroking his beard.

 

“Are the rumors true, V?” Mael asked cautiously. “Has he really—“

 

Vaderman lifted his hand in silence.

 

The three entered the Boardroom. The door sealed behind them.

 

Mael and Brendo took their usual plushy seats and began drinking their preferred beverages. Vaderman paced at the front of the room.

 

“We must ensure absolute secrecy in this,” Vaderman said. “If the members of JNet discover that we’ve killed kyoo, there will be angry mobs at our doors.”

 

“Crikey,” Brendo gasped. “Then it’s true. He’s as dead as a dingo’s donger.”

 

Vaderman nodded.

 

Mael dropped his drink and scratched beard with both hands.

 

“We always suspected he was vulnerable,” Mael mused, “but I didn’t think it’d happen so quickly. Was it an easy victory?”

 

Vaderman pursed his lips.

 

“He put up a fight,” Vaderman said. “I asked him to step aside, as we’d agreed. He claimed he wasn’t simply going to “project manage” our takeover.”

 

“Who led the battle against him?” Mael asked.

 

“General Wakie. It seemed as though we were facing defeat, but Wakie prevailed.”

 

“Crikey, mate,” Brendo said, pouring down his bourbon. “I told you he was top notch.”

 

Vaderman nodded.

 

“The question now,” Mael said slowly, “is how do we sell this to the public? How do they buy it?”

 

“We’ll have to do it delicately, mate” Brendo said, sipping more bourbon. “We’ve all had a lot of respect for kyoo, but I don’t think most people realized he was so narky.”

 

Vaderman sat down in his own chair with the others. He lit a pipe.

 

“We’re all agreed we can’t tell them the truth?” he asked.

 

Mael nodded.

 

“It’s like how we say back at home,” Brendo said, drinking more bourbon. “’How much can a koala bear?’ See, in this case, the users are the koala bear. How much can they bear? (After the situation with Stephen, Archer, and Erin, we’re aware of how much they can bare). This group of muppets at JNet don’t like change. We have to ensure they’ve got the best transition story to make sure they don’t panic.”

 

“We’ll tell them that it was pleasant takeover,” Mael said cautiously. “We’ll thank kyoo for the service he’s given us.”

 

“Yes,” Vaderman sighed. “We’ll phrase it in an honorable manor, that will soothe over everybody’s conce—“

 

BEEP

 

The admins glared at the intercom.

 

“Yes?” Vaderman hissed.

 

“Uh, hey guys. This is Travis. I saw the visitor logs said all three of you guys were in the building at the same time, but I can’t tell which floor you guys are on. Why not?”

 

“Travis, we’re in a really important meeting mate,” Brendo said.

 

“Can I offer you any tidbits?”

 

“Travis,” Vaderman said, reclining in his chair, “We’ll open up a full meeting for everyone in the building to offer up suggestions for the future of JNet. But we haven’t made an official announce—“

 

“But I’ll get to be the first one to know, right?” Travis asked, excitedly. “You guys will tell me first?”

 

Mael muted the intercom.

 

“Are we all in agreement that when we’ve officially taken the reigns, we’re going to “accidentally” block his access to the building for a few weeks and pretend we don’t know why he can’t get in?”

 

Brendo and Vaderman nodded their heads.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

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I really like the stereotypical aussie lingo that you have me use. And I don't think my chair is plus enough from your description either Oh, and I drink Scotch now, just for authenticity.

 

Brilliantly done though.

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