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[ashton1993]

Name: He can't remember, might be Bob
Team: Customers... possibly? He's not really sure
Personality: An alzheimer's patient, he can't remember anything else

[Fniff]

Sorry, Ash, but customers is kinda full. You are on the waitlist, though.

Watch the space below. I'll be writing up the first post!

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The Registry is a huge building, concrete and reaching up into the sky. It's amazingly bland but threatening, in a way. For windows there are bunker-style slits in which light tries to get through but can't entirely. Two huge doors open as three unlucky people walk in. The employees get ready to come up with some amazingly stupid reasons to make sure time drags on for the customers. Their feet tap on the tiled floor as imposing statues that are more like piles of scrap metal proudly slouch over them. The Customers came here for one coincidental thing. They just moved house and they want a change of address form. They had befriended the others on the way over. They expect it to be a snap. It's just a form.

Sadly, the Bureaucrats want to have some fun. They stand at their big desks, moving around quickly to other desks thanks to a tunnel system, so there won't be a need to hire more staff. It also confuses customers more. Who will win?

The Customers are line for the change of address desk. The data screens above the desk have really weird instructions.

"Step One: Get Change Of Address Form. Step Two: Kill the person next to you. Step Three: Stare into the darkness of your soul. Step Four: Disregard step two, it is a lie. Step Five: Who can you trust? Step Six: Paranoia grips you. Step Seven: We are all lying to you. Step Eight: Step seven is wrong. Step Nine: Discover the truth, line up to Lunatic Aslyum Admittance."

The customers carefully ignore it.

[ashton1993]

Oh ok, never mind then, also are you still playing pixels? You've not posted anything on there a 'lil while now 

[Fniff]

I may have to take some time off for this, sorry.

[lawastooshort]

Do we all go at once, or how?

Edit:

Ask her customer to wait five minutes: she just has to file the paperwork relating to the previous customer. She will then brush her hair while they wait.

[Sinpwn]

Stare unblinking at the nearest staff personnel, then ask them if they have children.

[Fniff]

All at once, I'll work it in.

[SeriousConcentrate]

John messes with his 3DS and attempts to beat his latest high score in the Public Assembly with Wesker in Mercs 3D.

[Errol]

Maribel attempts to look for the Address Form, but fails to find it, instead producing a huge mess. She then tries to clean up that mess.

OOC: If the setting is truly Kafkaesque then people shouldn't be so naive about forms

[Aklyon]

This sounds it could be interesting to watch.

[Ultimuh]

Just stands there in the line, staring blankly at the back of the head of whoever is in front of him.

[Bdthemag]

Whistle a merry tune, while waiting in line for the form.

[Fniff]

Jacob whistled a tune as he waited in line for the form. [4] Everyone can't resist humming along. Maribel swears under her breath has she produces a huge mess looking for the change of address form, but luckily the change of address form was on top of the huge mess. She easily finds it and gives it to the first person in line, Clarence. He stares and asks

"Do you have children?"

"No, actually." Maribel smiles.

Spoiler: Fill out (click to show/hide)

Change Of Address
1. What is your favorite color?
2. Are you
A. Mineral (Turn to side C) B. Dead
C. Mentally Difficult (Turn to side D) D. Harboring?
3. There is no side C or D. How do you feel about this?
4. The end is nigh. Do you hate it?
5. Do you trust us?

[1]A spotlight lands on Hal, dazing him for one turn. No-one seems to notice but the other customers. Hal gibbers and blood pours from his headwound. The line goes forward and Jacob is up next. He heads straight to Bertrude's part of the desk.

"Hello, I'--"

"Sorry, gotta file this paperwork."

[3] She brushes her hair for a while, but she has to serve him properly now.

"Uh, you just spent a few minutes brushing your hair."

"Paperwork. Not brushing my hair. Be reasonable, sir."

[4] John beats his high score! He smiles deeply. +1 bonus to anything involving rabbits for the next turn!

[Bdthemag]

"Uh, okay then. If you would just hand me the form that would be great."

Use my stunning charisma to get the form.

[SeriousConcentrate]

John decided to write a poem about rabbits. Nothing rhymed with rabbit but habit, but that wasn't going to stop him! He would just fudge a few lines, substituting in stuff like cabbage, baggage, and so forth. Unfortunately for whoever his next customer was, he was writing it as a new form to fill out...