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  1. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] Jean had a mission.
  2.  
  3. She was to be transferred to floor 244 for a routine inspection. Apparently someone had informed the folks there of her presence, and they were interested in her. Jean ignored the massive amounts of subtext here, and simply went on doing her job. She staggered, floated, and otherwise tried to mime footsteps. She still had a rough time trying to control her garments, owing to her being simply too excited and perhaps too flabbergasted from the shock of a whole new world. Throughout her fantastic journey to the elevator door, gawking eyes were drawn to her. She attributed this to her being pretty, and giggled the whole way. Finally, she arrived at the elevator.
  4.  
  5. Two buttons beckoned for her contact. Unfortunately, she had no idea of which one to press, her knowledge being somewhat limited to pretty stuff. She extended a glove and pressed both of them.
  6.  
  7. 15 seconds passed.
  8.  
  9. The doors opened.
  10.  
  11. Jean lumbered in. Right away, she felt a little weird. Like, a rift in her spectral body. She ignored it entirely and looked around. There was one other person, a perfectly boring office worker. Jean looked at the wallpaper. It was curiously both solid blue and solid pink, like the colors were fighting for her attention. She looked back at the office worker, who had turned into a beautiful office lady. Her confusion was ignored, and her attention was captured.
  12.  
  13. "Hello! I really like the wallpaper here!"
  14.  
  15. The office worker/lady looked up from his/her newspaper/watch, and his/her face formed an O of surprise.
  16.  
  17. The doors closed, and the elevators went down/up.
  18.  
  19. The rift in her body split apart, and Jean was separated.
  20.  
  21. Half her clothes went down, and the other half went up.
  22.  
  23. Her consciousness naturally remained in the pink elevator, with the beautiful lady. It was going up.
  24.  
  25. The other half was blessed with her unconscious, so it simply collapsed, going down, down, gone.
  26.  
  27. A sweater was left behind, Simiel still wearing it.
  28.  
  29. A scarf was left behind, Vivian still wearing it.
  30.  
  31. Needless to say, Jean was in a conundrum. Not that she was aware of it, of course. [/color][/background]
  32.  
  33. [center].oOo.[/center]
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  35. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] "Um, I appear to have lost a few of my clothes."
  36.  
  37. Indeed, her jacket and a few knick-knacks were missing. She wasn't too concerned about this, as she knew that if she ever found them again, they'd naturally bond with her. But she suddenly realized a terrible, terrible thing - her jacket had magazines in it.
  38.  
  39. "Oh no, my magazines!"
  40.  
  41. She let one flop to the ground. It was an incredibly dated Cosmopolitan, the pages barely hanging on by a few strands. The pile of clothing rummaged around a bit, and the poltergeist shrieked.
  42.  
  43. "They're all gone!"
  44.  
  45. She collapsed in a pile of self pity, and was unable to do anything other than sob and mutter.
  46.  
  47. The office lady could not help but gape wordlessly at this spectacle. Eventually, she decided to do nothing about it. No need to concern herself with other business, not when she had her own to do. She stared stonily ahead. She desperately attempted to resist looking down, but she was ultimately unsuccessful. She looked down, and her stony expression melted a bit. The... um... pile of clothing was sobbing and mewling pathetically. What was it talking about again? Ah yes, lost magazines. She was utterly confused, but she still crouched down and talked to it face-to-lack-of-face.
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  49. "Um. If you're looking for a few magazines, why don't you try retracing your steps?"
  50.  
  51. Jean was startled out of her emotional coma. Slowly, a cap rose up and met this stunning pinnacle of female perfection, eye-to-where-the-eyes-would-be-if-Jean-wasn't-a-ghost. Other articles of clothing followed, lingered, hovered. Out of the blue, they rushed forward to embrace this mysterious office lady. A shriek pierced the air, then was muffled by a muffler.
  52.  
  53. "...Thank you! That is a good idea, and I will do that right away!"
  54.  
  55. The doors opened, and Jean retracted her embrace. She rushed out into the hall, revigorated.
  56.  
  57. The doors closed.
  58.  
  59. "I'm going to need some aspirin," the beautiful office lady said. [/color][/background]
  60.  
  61. [center].oOo.[/center]
  62.  
  63. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] The blue elevator rumbled downwards, unaware of its contents.
  64.  
  65. The office worker continued to stare at the pile of clothing that had just spoken to him, then collapsed, unmoving.
  66.  
  67. "Well, damn, a'int that a sight."
  68.  
  69. The doors opened, then closed, leaving behind a lonely golem fracture. [/color][/background]
  70.  
  71. [center].oOo.[/center]
  72.  
  73. [color="#6300A5"] Oli was currently wandering around on an empty floor. The lack of people confused him, but he preferred emptiness to people with guns. Jeez, just what the heck was going on in this building, anyways? Ordinary office workers with guns, differently colored elevators, and an empty floor. Well, he figured that he had better change outfits, so he wouldn't be recognized. He reached in his bag and took out a necktie and some boring glasses. He put them on.
  74.  
  75. "Ahem. Me-me-me-me-me. Yes, Boss, sir, I'll get on to that right away! No, Boss, sir, your hair looks just fine today! Yes, Boss, I would love to lick your boots and kiss your ass some more!"
  76.  
  77. Satisfied with his act as a yes-man, he began to walk back near the elevator.
  78.  
  79. A living pile of clothing plowed into him. His thin frame became covered in an avalanche of dirty ragged clothing. His bag dropped to the ground and spilled its contents. The various articles of clothing became hopelessly scrambled.
  80.  
  81. "Okay, what the hell just happened."
  82.  
  83. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
  84.  
  85. "I swear to god, this place cannot get any weirder."
  86.  
  87. He started to stuff all of the clothing in the bag, thinking the new additions would at least be helpful. This turned out to not be the smartest thing to do, when a T-shirt wrapped around his arm, then around his face. [/color]
  88.  
  89. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] "Oh god I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? That was a pretty nasty fall you had and it was all my fault oh god aaaahh!" [/color][/background]
  90.  
  91. [color="#6300A5"] Oli clawed at his face and mumbled in reply.[/color]
  92.  
  93. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] "Oh man, was that your face? Sorry again! I've been causing you so much trouble..."[/color][/background]
  94.  
  95. [color="#6300A5"] The T-shirt retracted, and Oli took a deep breath. He took another deep breath, and paused.
  96.  
  97. "Just what in the world are you?"[/color]
  98.  
  99. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] "I'm Jean, and I'm... well... I'm a pile of clothing I guess. I also talk and move."[/color][/background]
  100.  
  101. [color="#6300A5"] "Ah, you must be one of the other con-"
  102.  
  103. Belatedly, Oli remembered that he was supposed to be playing a part. What if Jean was sent to kill him? Well okay, yes she technically was, in the bigger picture, but who cares? He donned his best simpering tone, and resumed.
  104.  
  105. "The other congresswomen! Yes, Mr. Boss Sir asked me to meet you and escort you up to one of our VIP floors!"
  106.  
  107. Nice save, he thought. He had hoped that congresswomen were a thing here, and that they could theoretically be laundry piles.[/color]
  108.  
  109. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"] "Um, no, I don't think so. I was supposed to come here for an inspection, but there's nobody here but you."
  110.  
  111. Jean was actually starting to be bored of this man, he was just so plain.
  112.  
  113. "So, uh, I'll just be on my way. Might as well look on every floor... Oh and sorry again for plowing into you."[/color][/background]
  114.  
  115. [color="#6300A5"] "No, wait! Um, I'm looking for an inspection room too! I must have ended up in the wrong room. Can I come and look with you?"[/color]
  116.  
  117. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"]"No problem! Come on, you."[/color][/background]
  118.  
  119. [color="#6300A5"] Oli had thought it would be a good idea to have a ghostly clothespile escort him, it would make him look more natural. Plus, there's always the chance he could borrow a little something. His thoughts were interrupted when the T-shirt surrounded his hand and jerked him harshly towards the elevator. This may not have been the best idea after all, he mused.[/color]
  120.  
  121. [center].oOo.[/center]
  122.  
  123. [background="#EEBEBE"][color="#207070"]Elsewhere, in an inexplicable grassy field, a bunch of clothing dropped to the ground between two chatting stangers with a dull [i]clumph[/i]. Various fashion magazines fluttered down. [/color][/background]
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