As much as they would all love any sort of distraction to offset the monotony of mind-numbing legalese, their collective desires to get everything over with leads to a significant stretch of incredibly uneventful time passing by.As aggressively mentally singing at Mikah proves sufficient to satisfy Miss Chievous's desire for mischief, even she diligently plods through the tedious treeware red tape in a timely fashion.Even though she doesn't have any forms to fill out, Miss Masher has been busy doing her own work. Keeping in mind Mark's earlier estimate of roughly 5,000 square feet of occupiable space, she's started planning out Lucas's gym for him. So considerate.Her line of thought and corresponding notes break down to something along the lines of; Well, just how m

Full of regret over not claiming the offered resume sooner, Lucas feels increasingly more and more uncomfortable with every step he takes towards Clarissa. She maintains her frozen stance for a sizable amount of his journey, but once he has gotten close enough that she's pretty sure the angle of her recording is currently lacking, she thaws enough to openly angle her phone upwards to aim at his face.Snorting out a single laugh at her antics, Lucas bites back full-on open laughter at her brazen behavior. Leisurely carrying the clipboard and pen with his right hand, he holds his open left hand out towards her, wearing an amused smirk while looking down at her."Well, as the first officially hired employee, I should at least put your resume on file, yeah?" While Lucas does his best to avoid admitting the fact he just isn't conf

Before Mikah has even made it to the door, Lucas decides he is done with having any sort of audience at all. Turning to look at Clarissa, who is still every bit as excited to be recording him as before, he wrinkles his nose and frowns at her, although only lightly."All right, that's enough fun. I don't know why anyone would want to watch boring paperwork as it is, but whatever, it's not like you were getting in the way. Uhh, I dunno about a dress code or anything yet, but I assume you still have work clothes from your time at uh, whatsit, uh, Howling Cartographer? If not, you have some shoppin' to do missy, no way we're gonna bother with handin' out uniforms. Even if we finalize our... Current agreement for an HQ, it's gonna take some work before it's usable. Probably not gonna need you for well over a week, probably more. I'll let ya know when. Go on now, unless you had somethin'

After a few more rounds of wordlessly agreed-upon improvised hopscotch, the group finally reaches their destination.Unconcerned with minor things like knocking or such kinds of decorum before entering a room with a closed door, Miss Chievous just pushes the door open and walks right on in.It would be foolish to assume you have anything resembling privacy when she's within a several-mile radius, short of being locked in a very VERY secure room. In which case, she'd probably coax Miss Masher into smashing a wall down so she could get in out of sheer spite, even if they know there's nothing worth being interested in within it.In a turn of events that didn't surprise anyone involved, Miss Calculated is still sitting exactly where she was when Miss Chievous left, her tab

Realizing that free lunch is imminent, Miss Masher is up and on her way out of the door in surprisingly short order. Miss Chievous had actually managed to beat her there, thanks to the couch she was on being notably closer to the door.Not having much else to tidy up, Miss Calculated heads back over and shuts off Willy's tablet, putting it into the bag with the other electronics paraphernalia that belongs to Lucas and Jonathan."Shall we?" Miss Calculated raises a brow while asking this, offering the bag of their recently purchased possessions back over to Lucas. Once he takes it, she starts heading out the door which Miss Masher is still holding open.At first, Lucas just nods in response, but seeing how all three women are apparently rarin' to go, he chuckles and sta