GNN Central - Offices

 

         Here lie the various offices for the staff of the GNN. On this level one can find the main office from the CEO of the GNN to some of the more noteworthy reporters, cameramen, journalists, management, and other professionals who make this organization what it is today. Before you can enter; however, one needs get past the secretary in the small waiting room full of green leather couches, magazines, and that smooth mellow music that drives everyone mad.

 

 Contents:                               Contents:                     

 Plum's Corner Office <PCO>              Reporto's Office <RPO>                 

 Peach's Dressing Room <PDR>             snapshot book

 

 Floor 1 <F1>:             Broadcasting Rooms - GNN Central

 Lobby <G>:                San Angeles - GNN Central

 

Mirror Orange arrives from the GNN Central.

Mirror Orange has arrived.

 

Tornado Onion has arrived.

 

Once one gets past the secretary, one will find themselves on the news floor. This is a classic massive room of desks and cubicles. The hustle and bustle of GNN extends up here in the 'offices' (cubicles + an office here and there) as well as anywhere else. In order to get past the labyrinth of cubicles, the Nazi secretaries of death, the clerks desperate for attention, and the endless chaotic noise of journalists and newsmen and women chatting about the latest scoop about Wily's next crazy plot, or the eventual collapse of the United Nations, or Repliforce's new role in today's world, or who is sexier between Zero and Colonel, or even what sort of doom the latest shocking news from Australia spells for Earth... all this, a visitor must brave in order to seek the holy grail that is Chest's office on the other side of the maze. Chest's office door is closed, should it be reached. It looks fairly unassuming, though, for the owner of this entire company.

 

Mirror Orange, thank goodness, managed to get past the terrible terrible waiting room after he had been sitting in a tiny chair and reading old magazines. Old fashion magazines, at that. He also happened to be with his Repliforce buddy, Tornado Onion, whom he still had to repay for him saving his life back at the Vile Palace by, well, cheering people up. The orange steps into the maze of cubicles and offices, and is nearly intimidated by the noise and mostly ... he's freaking eleven feet WIDE. How's he going to squeeze past all of this? He turns to Tornado. "Umm .. uhh ... I don't know if I can fit!"

 

         There is a saying.. or there might have been. Something about not inviting doom upon yourself. Apparently Chest didn't take warnings and such seriously because Tornado Onion was there with Mirror Orange. He had also endured the forsaken waiting room, in which the magazines were replaced once a year... or bi-yearly. If you were lucky.

         Standing up as Orange did, the chair now plus a hole. The sharp spike on the bottom of him .. doesn't just go away. His hunter friend who's life he saved, sort of, Orange is now stuck as he steps into the maze and Tonion isn't about to leave his friend to be stuck in the wild wilderness of the news world! "Gahah We make you fit, yah! Teehhee!" And the horror begins. As he follows with Orange, the Red alert member is unable to see around him. "Heheh. This hard.. need to think. Maybe we get people out of the way by asking nicely?" Of course he could always do it Kool-Aid Man style... much to dismay of GNN.

 

Chest keeps only the finest fashion magazines in that waiting room. Anything printed after 2205 was crappy anyway, so why bother renewing the subscription? So there you have it. You're -not- lucky, so no bi-yearly replacement for you! You must suffer through classic fashion, back when blue underoos were still considered a good idea. The reporters continue their work, either typing frantically on the computer, chattering on the phone, or scribbling down notes about whether, just maybe, this war could be solved by Iris flashing her boobs at Sigma.

        There is one aisle through the cubicles which is wider than most. It's about 10 feet. Jusssst enough to make it nice and iffy. Those sitting at those desks look up in horror, wondering just how Orange and Onion were going to manage this, and whether their desks were going to become casualties.

 

Mirror Orange hmmmms, occasionally taking a step forward and looking around for a good wide pathway. He doesn't voice his concern to the onion, though - wait a minute ... he found one! Sharing this with his friend he exclaims, pointing in that direction, "Oh, oh! I can go through there! Come on! Come on!" The reploid starts heading down that way - but, he has to raise his gigantic arms over himself just to be able to fit without so much as scraping himself against the sides with a thin *screeeeeeeeeeeee*. "Sorry! Sorry! Coming through! Oh, did I scare you? Sorry!"

 

         Tonion waits patiently for Orange to find the space he needs. There's no problem with just a little waiting! Then Orange finds a path, Onion following him through it as the scraping sounds continue. He's only about eight feet wide. Less than Orange easily! As Orange apologizes while going through, Onion skips following him. "Heheh! We're going to see the wizard the wizard the wizard! Hheheheh! Yah? Really? Good Good! This so cool!" He's ecstatic to finally be doing this, to try and reach out to the world with happiness! Even better though, with a friend! Of course his family doesn't know this at all so..

         It'll be a surprise for them! Even better!

 

"SWEET MOTHER OF MARY!" One of the reporters screeches as his chair, with him in it, is smooshed up tight to his desk, pushed by the Passing of the Orange. There are yelps and cries as other journalists and interns are shoved out of the way in one manner or another. One women jumps onto her desk to avoid the carnage. Remarkably, the chaos is fairly contained, and the confusion and papers flying everywhere blends in nicely with the hectic nature of the rest of the newsroom floor. Finally, the crusade has ended, and the gauntlet run. Mirror and Tonion will find themselves in front of an unassuming door with the nameplate that reads: Chest. Inside, one can hear the faint noises of someone talking.

 

Mirror winces at all of the mayhem, but thankfully he manages to slide past it without a lot of casualties. He coughs awkwardly and then looks around, before looking back at Onion and smiling warily. He's pretty excited, too, as shown by how he kind of hops from one foot to the other. He faces the door, and peers at it. "'Chest' ... um ... ooh, this must be the manager! I better be quiet!"

            After he says that, he knocks harshly on the door by flicking his index finger at it. After all, if he used his whole fist, he'd have punched the whole thing down on accident. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "CHEEEEeEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEessssst! It's UuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUsssssssSSSssss!" Yes. HE is very quiet.

 

         Oh yes. Mirror and Onion here is probably one of the more unfortunate things for GNN in a while. Possibly. The scream is heard.. but Orange was squishing the desks slightly. Onion follows Orange without as much problems. After all he's leading and is a bit larger. A person or two is shoved into him and he follows by apologizing. "Gahahah. Real sorry, yah! Just need speak with Chest! Tee-hee!"

         As him and Mirror finally clear it. "Heheh! We make it, yah! This so exciting! Ahahah!" His fists are balled up together, unable to wait. "Yah! Manager! he probably veerrry important and verrrry Busy! Yah? Good Idea!" As Mirror knocks on the door, Onion stays nearby. "Gahaha! Yah! We come to talk with you, Hahah!"

 

The moment Chest's door is flicked, it slowly swings to a partially open position from the impact. Damn cheap locks! Chest can be seen inside his extremely cluttered office. Papers are everywhere, and his desk is a mountain of reports and folders. One can make out Chest behind the mountain, though only his head is easily visible. He is on the phone, and doesn't notice the door swinging open just yet. "Look, buddy, there's some punk who keeps walking on our lawn. He has a cane, sunglasses, and walks slowly all the time." He pauses. "Yeah, that's the guy! Tell him to move it or lose it! We don't let loiterers hang around on OUR property! And tell his damn dog to get off our lawn also!" Chest is about to rant some more, when he suddenly hears something. Something not quiet.

        "Ahhhh!!" he screams, looking at the massive orange blocking the door. Calmly, he then adds to the phone, "I'll call you back." Hanging up, he looks again at the orange. "Ahhhh!" It is the day Chest has long feared! His fashion magazines and 10 foot wide aisle were supposed to take care of these two! He stares at Tornado Onion, possibly listening to what he says. When he said 'sure, lets talk about it', he figured he'd never have to actually go /through/ with it. "Ahhhhh!" he replies.

 

Mirror giggles like a little kid, and pokes his head in through the door as he can't really fit the rest of his body in. He tries anyway, shifting his round body so his hips are tilted forward and he sticks his feet in, as though he were going to limbo on in under the top of the door. Then he's stuck. The orange grunts, and then tugs ang tugs harder until he ends up all but mauling the doorway, and he smashes himself into the cramped office where he scuttles ahead in a half-crouching position toward the front of the desk. The whole time the top of his head scrapes against the ceiling. He's like a person in a dollhouse.

            HE raises his arms, knocking some crap over. "Oh! I'm so sorry! So sorry! Me and Onion just wanted to talk to you about getting air time so we can make people happy!" The fruit glances back to Onion.

 

         Apparently Chest was busy. Tonion peeks into the room ever so slowly, the large forms of Orange and Onion blocking any hope of escape through that door. Then Orange moves, Onion can't help but laughing slightly as the door is widened as well as the ceiling. He moves in through the door much easier, not having to do the same. Orange made it so much easier! He was helping him as he just moved. Of course Orange has to duck, him taking up probably about 1/4th of the room from Onions view. Looking to Orange, Onion nods, his body bowing into it. He would have also knocked some things over if most of it wasn't already down. "Gahahha! Yah! We need talk with you, you say we can talk time to make people happy so we here, yah! Hehehe."

         He spins once, blowing some papers and folders to the ground by mistake. "Eheheh! This make me so happy! Make other happy through what I best up what Sarah told me to do, yah!" He would make the world happier with Orange or ruin Chest's life trying!

 

Chest groans and slaps his forehead as his doorway suddenly gets wider. "Wasn't it enough that you people burnt my office down?" he mutters to himself. He's referring to when Flame burnt down Chest's office last year. 'You people' refers to crazy folk. Grumbling, Chest realizes that jumping out of a window in an attempt to escape the upcoming torture would probably get him killed. Thus, it is a close second on his list of what to do.

        "Sarah?" he murmers at Tonion in shock. "Sarah... Fairchild?" Did... did Dr. Sarah Fairchild put them up to this? Is... is this her cosmic revenge for the huge list of horrible things that Chest has said about Interpol (over and over again)? Truly, the woman has no soul! "Wh.. what do you want to talk about?" Chest says, looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a big rig comin' to mow him over.

 

Mirror doesn't really know how to be fancy and talk over things, so he kind of looks over at Tornado Onion with an expectant look in his eyes and shuffles over to the side to give him more room. On the way he ends up knocking his back into a nearby bookshelf and smashing it in with a crack of splintering wood. Books fall down and ping off of his armor. "Oops ... um, don't worry!" says the orange as he turns around, backing up into Chest's desk and knocking off a stack of papers. "Oops! I'll ... I'll fix that after!" He busies himself with setting the shelf right but then he ends up knocking some trinket off. "Oooops!"

 

         Tonion laughs at Orange, seeing him try to keep everything up. "No worry Orange! It okay, yah!" Okay so Tonion is going to have to be the one to talk. He wasn't the best at it... but he had a mission! Also Sarah Fairchild told him that he wasn't a waste and dancing was important. Just because he couldn't help Bossa didn't mean he couldn't make people happy... and this is what it's about. He wants to do that, if only because of the unhappiness he's seen and had with others. Also he didn't know Flame burned it down. Luckily for Tonion, not for Chest. The worst he could do is try and blow GNN away.

         Looking to Chest as he speaks up and then mentions Fairchild as well as what he wants to talk about. Onion takes it all in ... and then it completely seems to be lost. "Gahahah! We no burn office down! We just want make people be happy like Sarah told me it good to do! This our idea. We want see if you allow us to have a show to make people happy! Me and Orange want to make people happy despite so much problems.. it something I want most of all! Yah! Want broadcast dance as well as us being funny! That okay? Yah?"

 

Chest clenches his fists into white balls of fury and stands up on his hoverfoot. "My bookshelf of irreplaceable books!" he shouts. But Chest is not known for his speed, and the books (irreplaceable) smash against the ground and on Orange. Chest groans. But at least he's standing, and can respond to further issues. Except for the assault on his desk. It's a good thing he's no longer at his desk, most likely. "You!" he points at Mirror, desperate to stop the widespread damage. "Stop moving!"

        Chest tries to deal with the second stooge. "Yes..." he says through clenched teeth. "Like Sarah told you..." Oh, she'll pay. Don't think she won't pay! She is /off/ the Christmas list. Doesn't matter if it's not really her fault. "Dance? Funny?" he echoes, trying to absorb this information. It isn't that it's complex, it's that Chest is growing frantic and fearful. "...will you leave if I say yes?"

 

Mirror Orange is about to pick the books back up (they aren't that damaged), when he turns and sees Chest pointing at him. He freezes up. And sniffs. "He hurt my feelings!" He covers his face with his meaty hands and while the conversation is going on he's emitting this long, loud wailing whiny noise.

 

         Tonion hears the noise after Chest begins to talk with Chest... slightly more angry at what's going on with Orange. Everything could be solved though. Red always knows what to say ... so some must have rubbed off on you Onion! THINK! He does for all of five seconds. "Gahahah! Don't worry Orange! We make people happy as well as Chest!" He hugs orange lightly, hoping to not hurt him at all... " It okay...." He then turns to Chest. "Hehhehe. Yah. Sarah told me making people laugh a gift! So I decide try share with whooooo-oooole world!" He arms spread out and trace an object like a half a circle.

         "Hehhe. So yah! If we get show to do dance and fun and make people laugh we go! Hehhe. That what we came here for. Yah!" Ohh! So close!... Soooo close.

 

"Oh, Cain, no..." Chest groans as Mirror starts whining, invoking the name of the most perverted of the three Hunter doctors. Chest tries so hard to run a nice, happy, non-combat organization. But things keep cropping up that make him want to start the Civilian Revolution extra earl-... whoops. Nevermind. You saw nothing.

        Chest hasn't a clue what to do about the wailing Orange in his office, but thankfully Tonion seems to (maybe). Chest's mood brightens, however slightly, as the Repliforcer says those magical words: "We go." Chest needs no further tormenting. "Yes! Yes, I'll find a spot on one of GNN's channels for you two! Whenever! A sacrifi- I mean, a /cameraman/ will be sent out to you!" He prays that this results in the pair leaving.

 

Mirror goes on and on throughout the little deal, not really responding to onionhugs; but when Chest mentions finding a spot for them he immediately stops and brightens up, raising a finger into the air and cracking off part of the ceiling fan with it. Blizzard Man would be proud. "Yay! Did you hear that, Tornado? We get to make people happy! This will be great!" He looks around. "Okay! Come on, let's go, and get ready!"

            The Hunter turns, and then squeezes through the devestated and deformed, now orange-shaped doorway. On the way he accidently kicks a lamp and sends it crashing to the ground. Maybe he did it out of spite!

 

         Yes! Chest said the words that Onion wanted to hear! Apparently Orange too. "Hahahah! Yah! That great! This soo cool Orange!!!" Mirrior isn't the only one to be quite happy by this, Onion hugging orange. "Yah! Yah! I hear! We get make people laugh and be happy! It great!" He skips after Orange as he turns, following his pal! "Gahah! Thank you for your time Chest! We make so many happy because of you, yah! Thank you soo mucchh!" He skips, following Orange on his way out, his large body bouncing as the hat sometimes hit's the ceiling from the skips.

         This was great! Now he'll be able to make sure everyone is happy personally! Maybe they could have guest stars! He'll finally be able to do what he has wanted! ( Now to steal a radio tower..... )

 

Chest gasps, and a slight smile creeps on his face. Yes... Mirror Orange is no longer crying... yes, he is leaving! Chest's tiny smile grows the closer Mirror gets to the door, but shrinks for everything that breaks (lamp, ceiling fan, door a little more). It's a tug-of-war between happiness and fear. He looks over towards Tonion. He is the less destructive of the two, but he talks more, which ramps up his Annoying Factor. Chest just waves his hand dismissively, almost shooing them out of his battered office. "Yes... yes... you're welcome," he says, smiling as they finally leave his sight.

        Now alone in his office again, Chest's smile suddenly freezes, then vanishes. "Wait... what the hell did I just agree to?"

 

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Message: 10/6                      Posted        Author

Tonion and Orange                  Fri Aug 05    Chest

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        Memo to all staff.

 

        I think I accidently gave permission to Tornado Onion and Mirror Orange to run a dancing show. This is my fault.

 

        - Chest

 

        PS: The legal department is to see if there are any loopholes in the San Angeles Criminal Code that would allow us to place snipers on the roof of GNN Central.

 

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[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime say in unison, "A... dancing show?"

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "I... don't think I want to talk about it right now..."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime says, "Very well. We should have those new frequencies shortly."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "Wha...? Oh... yes... good."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime. Lime says sympathetically, "Don't worry too much Chest. It could have happened to any of us."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "But... why /didn't/ it happen to anyone else? Why /me/?"

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime. Lemon offers, "Because GNN is the leading broadcaster, and you are the head of that company, therefore you are the head of the broadcasting industry?"

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "Argh... the suffering I have to endure."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime. Lime replies, "It is lonely at the top sir... or so I have heard."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "Yes. Clearly I need figureheads. Figureheads and stunt doubles."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime chuckle nervously before Lemon says, "We can look into that..."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "Good good! Now, if you'll excuse me.. I have a repair crew to hire."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime says, "Repair crew?"

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "...there was 'accidental' damage done to my office. Don't worry, I've already found out that it's Fairchild's fault."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Lemon and Lime says, "Ah... We see..."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Lemon and Lime: You say, "Right then... I'm off!"