[It's just another day in Division D, and Kato is busy working at his desk on one project or another. The majority of the things he has to do today involve data entry, and since he requires them for calculations he's not interested in trusting the job to grunts. One wrongly entered number could equate to many wasted hours of redundant mathematics, after all, and Kato isn't going to risk it.
Nevertheless, it's a goddamn boring job. He's been at it for about an hour (and onto his second cup of coffee), clicking back and forth and tapping in one number or another, when he realizes that his mouse isn't responding. After a few aggravated shakes on the pad, he concludes that...yes, it is definitely not working properly. One check of the (now flickering) light on the bottom of it confirms his fears. Angrily sitting back in his chair, he runs a hand roughly through his hair and sighs.]
I'll just go and get another one...
[The computer room has a plethora of spare parts; he'll grab a new mouse from in there, and get back to what he's doing. Carrying his coffee with him, he makes his way over to the room, Ranpu obediently opening the door for him to enter.
It's as he's reaching down to unplug his selected mouse from its tower that he notices something...odd.]
What the...
[Near the back of the room, there's a chair; one of the plain metal ones that you can find scattered about the base. What's unique about this one, however, is the fact that its legs are twisted and curled together like noodles. It's not the sort of damage usually earned from wear and tear, anyway. Ignoring his computer troubles (and his coffee) for the moment, Kato walks over to the chair and picks it up, running a hand over the mangled metal. Ranpu also looks at it curiously, trying to work out what could have happened to it.]
This is odd. What do you think?
[Falling silent, Kato listens (or...well, 'listens') as Ranpu relates his thoughts. His Lunatone is on the same page as him; this sort of bizarre damage definitely looks like it was inflicted by a Pokemon, likely a Psychic-type. But he and Dist never let their Pokemon practice their abilities on mundane departmental equipment, that's just asking for pointed budget-related questions from Proton...]
Hey, Dist...
[Determined to get an answer, Kato carries the chair over to where Dist is working, placing it down before him and crossing his arms, a bemused expression on his face.]
Do you know what happened to this chair? I found it in the computer room. It's utterly mangled.
[action] Jan 13th
Nevertheless, it's a goddamn boring job. He's been at it for about an hour (and onto his second cup of coffee), clicking back and forth and tapping in one number or another, when he realizes that his mouse isn't responding. After a few aggravated shakes on the pad, he concludes that...yes, it is definitely not working properly. One check of the (now flickering) light on the bottom of it confirms his fears. Angrily sitting back in his chair, he runs a hand roughly through his hair and sighs.]
I'll just go and get another one...
[The computer room has a plethora of spare parts; he'll grab a new mouse from in there, and get back to what he's doing. Carrying his coffee with him, he makes his way over to the room, Ranpu obediently opening the door for him to enter.
It's as he's reaching down to unplug his selected mouse from its tower that he notices something...odd.]
What the...
[Near the back of the room, there's a chair; one of the plain metal ones that you can find scattered about the base. What's unique about this one, however, is the fact that its legs are twisted and curled together like noodles. It's not the sort of damage usually earned from wear and tear, anyway. Ignoring his computer troubles (and his coffee) for the moment, Kato walks over to the chair and picks it up, running a hand over the mangled metal. Ranpu also looks at it curiously, trying to work out what could have happened to it.]
This is odd. What do you think?
[Falling silent, Kato listens (or...well, 'listens') as Ranpu relates his thoughts. His Lunatone is on the same page as him; this sort of bizarre damage definitely looks like it was inflicted by a Pokemon, likely a Psychic-type. But he and Dist never let their Pokemon practice their abilities on mundane departmental equipment, that's just asking for pointed budget-related questions from Proton...]
Hey, Dist...
[Determined to get an answer, Kato carries the chair over to where Dist is working, placing it down before him and crossing his arms, a bemused expression on his face.]
Do you know what happened to this chair? I found it in the computer room. It's utterly mangled.