Semi-Open RP: Astronomy Field Trip

[world-builder.livejournal.com]

((Open to everyone who signed up))

Last time Slartibartfast had done one of these, he'd carried everybody to Magrathea in an old converted van. This time, there were so many people going, he'd had his ship the Starship Bistromath delivered, and it now sat idling on the lawn. Irrational behavior wasn't going to get them to Magrathea in anything like enough time, however, so he'd refitted it with an Infinite Improbability Drive.

"All right, ah, everyone, I want you to, you know, to find your partners, and we'll get on the, the, you know, the ship. I do hope everyone dressed, uh, dressed sensibly."

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[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

"I think an evil clown is not only someone who isn't funny," Miles extemporized, "But someone who is also completely tasteless." He had no way of knowing that this could potentially describe Michael, and he also really had no idea what an evil clown actually was, having conducted his research without once consulting Professor Maturin, who was supposed to be an expert in all matters clownish at Hogwarts.

"So," he continued prattling on. "That being said, you can see how much of a threat evil clowns are, can't you?"

[office-michael.livejournal.com]

Not funny and completely tasteless. In other words...

"Oh my GOD! TOBY (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toby_Flenderson)! TOBY IS AN EVIL CLOWN! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Michael shuddered. "Toby is a threat to EVerything that is RIGHT and GOOD in this world! And we must work to eRADicate his kind!"

Suddenly, he fixed Miles with a firm stare. "Are you leading the fight against evil clowns?"

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

Miles returned Michael's intense stare with one of his own. "Well," he answered modestly, "I'm doing my part." He looked away, toward the spaceship. "Let's get aboard and talk about this... Because you're just the man I'm looking for, and I'd like to offer you a job."

[office-michael.livejournal.com]

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-EX-cell-ent!" Michael could not be more thrilled that somebody finally agreed with him about how much Toby sucks. As he walked towards the spaceship, he continued, "Would this job possibly include inviting several people to join in the crusade and then getting credit for each new signup?" Michael was a total sucker for a pyramid scheme.

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

"As a matter of fact, yes," Miles's grin widened. "You see, I'd like to start a branch of the Dendarii Free Mercinaries at Hogwarts. Because, you know, I miss them, and the real Dendarii Free Mercinaries are back where I came from. The problem is, I don't know the school well and have only met a handful of people, so I need someone to recruit more fighters in the battle against evil clowns. As for payment, well, of course you'll be on commission, and there's, well, you know, hazardous duty pay and stuff when we actually confront the evil clowns." Miles sighed inwardly, wondering where all the good accountants he'd known were now. Because they weren't here, and bookkeeping was not his forte. Especially since he really had no idea where the funding for this little venture would come from.

[office-michael.livejournal.com]

If there was anything Michael felt he was good at (besides comedy, of course), it was dealing with people (and sales!). And if he could do that while simultaneously fighting the good fight against Toby and the rest of the evil clowns, he surely would.

Besides, he could always use the extra money. It wasn't as though his Dunder-Mifflin paycheck was particularly large. Even though he had been there for fourteen years.

"I~~ will have twenty new fighters within the month," Michael said confidently. "I was Salesman of the Year for two consecutive years, aaaaaaaaaaaaand I used to run with a tough crowd. Streetfighters." Now he looked solemn. "I know how it works in da hood." His pronunciation of "da hood" made it clear just how untrue that statement was.

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I have absolutely no doubt in my mind whatsoever about your abilities," said Miles, who was clearly lying. "It's always good to have a man who knows his way around da hood." He had no idea what that meant either, but figured it sounded good, so he might as well borrow the expression. "I'll look forward to meeting your new recruits."