C
Clownpiece
Guest
Catherine was at peace. Her mind was filled with all the different images she had in mind for this new person that she'd be meeting as the elevator made its incredibly slow trek downward. Just as quickly as she had reached her peaceful, pleasant state, however, a sudden chill ran down her backside. Something was wrong. There was a disturbance in the force. Her Spidey-sense was tingling - and all sorts of other metaphors for 'someone was definitely messing with one of her models'. Panic.
Panic set in very quickly in that small space, and the helmeted employee began to fidget and squirm about uncomfortably. There was no way for her to get back up to her desk in a hurry now, and shouting about it would no doubt freak people out. She was at an impasse, more or less, and had to have her mild freakout until she could deal with it.
Panic set in very quickly in that small space, and the helmeted employee began to fidget and squirm about uncomfortably. There was no way for her to get back up to her desk in a hurry now, and shouting about it would no doubt freak people out. She was at an impasse, more or less, and had to have her mild freakout until she could deal with it.