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 Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:18 am
The Toy Factory [RP] And now for a basic introductory post. This RP isn't meant to be taken seriously, we already have a few serious RPs. No, this RP is different. It's set in, wait for it... Oh wait, not that suspenseful, especially since it says in the threads title XD But yes, this is a toy factory RP.
Have fun, go wild, be serious, don't be serious, my character won't be serious, not in the least bit. So have fun and relax. And don't worry about how this will work, nor about this being a serious business. As long as toys are made and ideas are formed, the supervisor doesn't care.
And finally joining. Just make a post, saying you came to work, saying you came looking for a job, whatever. Once you've got a handle on your job I'll put it in. So be whatever, a janitor, a factory line worker, a clown, well maybe not a clown, but you get the drift. Only rule, no one is above supervisor, oh and follow the TOS, but I doubt I really needed to say that.
Oh, and I almost forgot, this RP takes place solely in the factory, so no out of work RPing for you XD First Floor of the Factory ------------------------------------- l ....................l .............................................l l ....................- ............................................l l ....................- ............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l-----------l .............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l ....................- ............................................l l ....................- ............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l - - ..............l .............................................l l .....l ..............l .............................................l l-----------l .............................................l l ....................l .............................................l l ....................- ............................................l l ....................- ............................................l l ....................l .............................................l ------------------------------------- Second floor is simply the second largest room, just a floor higher. It's the conference room. Below is the break room, on either side are offices. The large room is the factory floor. Washrooms are in the breakroom. There are also two other rooms on the second floor above the offices, they are, offices XD And that's the basic layout.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:22 am
The Employee list
President
Ralph Williams
Supervisor
Donald McWillan
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:38 am
A sound like a typewriter is heard, followed by a baritone voice.
Day 1
Conference Room
8:00am
Donald stands, his voice is slow and well, think tenor, just, lower notes for em. "Eh maaaan. We all heere, eh maan? Like awesome man. Ok, now that we're like, all here and all, let's take a moment to mourn the loss of those poor turtles. Those turtles are God's little men." He stands, arms outstretched, eyes closed. "Come on guys, we've gotta mourn the turtles, like, they're God's little men, maan. Come on."
"Donald, as much as we might miss the turtles, we have a business here." Ralph waited until Donald sat, then once he had the attention of all the employees, which took approximately ten minutes, he spoke again. "Now that we're settled." Donald stood up. "What now? More dead turtles?"
"Probably maaaan. Poor turtles. But I think we should all have some green tea. To wake us up man. We gotta be awake maaan."
"There'll be time for tea later, now sit down."
"Fine maan. But if we fall asleep, don't blame me."
"Don't worry, I will. Now back to business. We. Need. Fresh. Ideas. Now. I don't want this company annexed by some bigger one like Mattel, so-"
Donald stood up, a bag in his hands. "Ooh, I have like the perfect toy man. It's, a tree." He pulled a stuffed tree out of the bag and placed it on the table. "Isn't it awesome man? Like, the kids will love it, and a portion of the price can go to saving trees. Totally awesome idea eh man? Come, on, you gotta agree, it's totally awesome."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:29 pm
The ninja supervisor stood, arms slammed against the table. "INGENIUS! We could make a fortune with these... what did you call them?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:32 pm
"A tree maaan, a stuffed tree. See, everyone thinks they're awesome maaan. Sweeet." He picked up the tree and hugged it, "And now when we go treehugging it won't hurt as much, awesome eh maaan?"
"That's fine Donald but one person doesn't count as everyone, we would need more comments or we won't make it." Ralph crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for more comments.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:52 pm
"Mr. Presidentay, may I introduce myself. My name is Ninja McNinjaster. As you can see I wear a ninja suit under my rather stylish grey suit. With this red tie!" Ninja held up the tie like a hallowed item of divinity. "Now I must tell you why I am hear, I am Supervisor of your Ninja Clan. Those people currently working on your new ninja ACTION FIGURE WITH FULLY-MOVABLE ARMS!" Ninja spoke excitedly as he pointed out the glass window to a group of dressed ninjas chopping up pieces of plastic without an actual understanding of what they are doing. Ninja re-adjusted his composure. "I learned my knowledge from Ninja school, where I majored in Ninja-ing, I minored in toys." Ninja said the last part rather muffled and quietly. "And I think that my co-supervisor Donald, is on to an ingenius idea with these 'trees.' I propose that we could somehow use these 'trees' to fuel our fires, and make habitat fundamentalists mad!" Ninja bowed graciously to Mr. Presidentay!
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:57 pm
"Like that's actually a good idea maaan. An awesome idea. Then the real trees would live, like awesome maaaaan. And I could join groups and complain about new things. Wicked awesome man." Donald smiled broadly.
He really hated it when people agreed with Donalds ideas, most of them were to strange to be very profitable. Like the stuffed Earth he had proposed last week. Preposterous. "Well Mr.Ninja, we still need at least one more agreement before we can make these toys. Oh, and good work on the ninja toys, the kids love them. Almost as much as the pirate toys too."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:03 pm
"Sir, if I may calmly correct you, My name is Mr. Ninjaster... but you can call me Mr. Ninja for short." Ninja spoke calmly and collected, then his attitude changes to crazy lunatic, " YOU'RE TELLING ME THE PIRATES TOYS ARE DOING BETTER! CHYAAH!" Ninja began to chop up everything he could in the room with his katana. Chairs... ferns... people...'s suits.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 8:13 pm
"Like woooow maaan. Slow down, have some green tea maaaan. Here I'll make some." Again Donald reached under the seat, this time emerging with a tea pot and bag. "Like, green tea calms down even ninjas maaan."
Ralph smacked his forehead, how he got stuck managing this factory he would never know. "Mr.Ninja, please calm yourself, and no food or beverages are allowed in the conference room Donald, so put that away." Ralph spoke to his secretary over the intercom and she arrived with a pirate action figure. "Now Mr.Ninja, this products success is its movable arms AND legs. Making your ninjas legs move as well would boost there sales. So simply have movabl-"
"But what about the trees maaaan. We need to talk about the trees. And we need green tea maan, it calms the mind.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 6:14 pm
A loud thump sounded at the conference room door as Captain Flack's boot was intimately introduced to it. But the door proved too much for poor Captain Flack, who's leg recoiled in pain, sending him toppling backwards. "Oohh, Arrgh!" He growled. This door had mocked him long enough. Drawing his sword, Captain Flack assaulted the reinforced cardboard door, hacking through it like butter.
When at last he had slashed his way through, Captain Flack stepped over the ruined mess, into the conference room. "Arr, Mateys! I come to be plundering yer treasure!" Bravely swinging the sword in a wide arc, Captain Flack made ominous, threatening motions with it. "Arr..." He added, enjoying the sound of the dramatic effect.
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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 6:25 pm
"Eh maaaan, you here for the job of pirate supervisor? Awesome maaaaaan." Donald stood and gave Captain Flack a hug. "Welcome to the family maaaan, we all love each other here, let's have a big group hug maaaans and gals."
Ralph stood up, turned around, and ran into a wall. Moments later he was airlifted out.
"Like wow maaan, I always knew he was crazy, does that mean I'm in charge? Awesome maaaaan. Group hug, come on maaan."
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 7:44 pm
Captain Flack spat on Donald's shoe. "No, ye scurvy dog! I'll be plunderin' yer booty! Arrhh!" He shouted, noticing the outdated dress of the ninja. "Ye be harborin' lil'ly livered scallywags the likes of him, have you...ye?" Captain Flack hastily corrected himself. "Gyarrgh!" He bellowed triumphantly, brandishing his sword. "There ain't a ninja on the seas that can best Captain Flack Marrow in a test of arms! Walk the plank, land lubber. Arr.." He glared menacingly at the ill-dressed ninja.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 7:47 pm
"Wow maaaan, thanks for cleaning my shoe, spit is natures cleaner. It's like, awesome at cleaning maaaan." Donald smiled and put an arm around Flack. "Now let's sit down and have some tea maaan."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 1:41 pm
"Yarr..." Captain Flack kept glaring at the ninja. "There'll be none of me sitting in the same room as the likes of him."
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 5:57 pm
"Then you can stand maaaan, it's good for the bones man. Standing is awesome. But my bones are already awesome maaan, so I'm gonna sit down." Donald sat, and the chair broke. He looked at it and saw the sword slash. He then glared at Ninja. "Hey man, as much as I like being nice I don't like people who waste chairs, some tree died for that maaan."
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