A Random Thread With No Meaning At All [OPEN!]

Subject: A Random Thread With No Meaning At All [OPEN!] Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:19 pm

Gah. Work. Boring. A human-looking woman with long, pink hair was sitting at a desk in a random room in the UWUC building. She had her chin resting on the cold metal desk, a bored, slightly-asleep look painted on her face. She hated working. No, wait, the LOATHED working. Sure, it's the same thing, but loathed is more... Sophisticated or whatever term you might use for it. The pink-haired woman sighed, her blue eyes glancing over at the two piles of papers on her desk. One of the piles was for complaints that were pointless, such as "my neighbors are too loud at night." The other stack of papers was for the actual complaints that meant something, such as "there was a loud noise outside that sounded like a large rock impacting with Sigma!" Either way, it was boring having to sort through them. She still had another, larger stack of papers that she still had to go through. God, why did the UWUC have to do this? They were supposed to keep order in the universe and blah, blah, blah. An invisable lightbulb flashed over the council member's head, and she shot up from her horribly uncomfortable metal chair. "Lukara," she spoke, her voice a bit childish, "take care of the rest of the work!" The medium-sized pink squid-like alien on the desk blinked, staring as its master fled the empty room. Lukara grumbled, wiggling in order to move over to the largest stack of papers. Lady Luka giggled once out of the room, folding her arms behind her head in a carefree-human-way. She hated work, so she was going on a break! The princess hummed a little lullaby melody that her mother, the Queen of her planet, had taught her as she stepped into the elevator. Down, down, down, ding! The elevator doors opened, and the girl in Chinese Dynasty-styled clothing strolled out, scanning the bottom floor of the UWUC building. Oh, where to go, where to go.

ooc: Museless. ^o▲^o

Contrary to Lady Luka, Kargagna had long since finished his work. He found, them to be a chore, but it always paid off in the end to have work finished before it became true problem. He had had time to finish his work, exercise for over two hours non-stop and practice shooting on his ship before he even walked landed on Sigma. His sleek ship had skated across the skies as if they were a frozen lake. A trail of moisture sliding off of his ship and creating a fine mist behind him. Parking was a problem in Sigma, considering it cost too much, and he would rather not have to use the reserved parking in front of the UWUC building, it was subject too to many tourists, and he would rather enter in secrecy. And so, he had parked on the upper levels of Sigma near a hotel, his spaceship suspended in an open air garage. He had taxied himself down to the UWUC building, arriving as inconspicuous as possibly, and strutting up to the building, ready to do business as usual. His athletic and trim, lizard like physique made climbing the multitude of stairs as easy as sliding down hill.

In respect for his culture, he was wearing a traditional, a long black robe with golden trim, that hugged his skin. It was open down the middle, revealing his chest and what looked like a skirt. But was actually a yax'iora. A fancy war cloth that had a black bold design, with a long flap of cloth that was covered in a gaudy gold color. He entered the UWUC building with a frown, seeing all the tourists that he towered over. His claws flexed as a picture was taken for him. For a second he was tempted to beat the pulp of whoever had done it, but he already wasn't popular with the papparazi for dangling one of their slime off a rooftop. And he didn't want to give them another reason to send him to prison. Instead he ignored it, turning away from the tourists and catching sight of a wave of pink. Lady Luka. He cursed in his native tongue, what was that octopus doing here? Didn't she have some scum to suck off the bottom of the sea? Just stay quiet... He told himself, and sneak past.

The pink-haired alien woman paused, a familiar, aggressive aura filling the room. Her blue eyes scanned the area some more, finally locking on Kargagna, AKA Lizard Man, who was trying to sneak past. The princess pouted, puffing out her cheeks a bit. That alien never liked the papparazi much, unlike Lady Luka who just loved having some sort of possitive attention being directed at her. "KARGAGNA-LIZARD-MAN!" She called, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice louder then waving franticly like a little child. She trotted up to the lizard man, clinging and pulling at his arm. "Kargagna-Lizard-Man! You couldn't be so rude to the papparazi! See, they love you~!" The girl tried to make the other alien face towards the crowd of aliens with cameras, giving a quick death glare at them to make them act as if they truely did. "See, see~?" She spoke again, her voice a bit childish and carefree, like always.

ooc: More muselessness. 8D

Kazun who'd taken the time to park where there were reserves for easy access, walked into the building. Every time he always thanked the construction workers who so gracefully put in doors large enough for him to walk through with minimal adjustments to his height. He never enjoyed bending down just to get through doors.

He was surprised when he was met with the activities of frantic news reporters, flashing their cameras at them to get the latest news on their work. Such a confusing mess. It always made his head ache. He'd only been met by the press five times in his extensive years and as a result they always asked him a multitude of questions. He preferred to do his work outside of Sigma finding the office too cramped and depressing. So he always came back every couple months since his work didn't require anything to be done right away. He worked with negotiations and since they ere always so extensive and usually took more than three months just to put together he could take his time looking over the large packets that came in discussing terms so he could see if they come to terms with the Universal Agreement as well as, unfortunately, dot the eyes.

"What are the developments of the Rheun-Herald agreement?" He heard multiple citizens and beings say this at once. He looked away from them, seeing Kargagna also being bombarded by the excited group, but instead of making a getaway as he wanted he was being aided into the crowd by Lady Luka.

"Excuse me," Kazun said, trying to move through the crowd so he could get to his office and collect his next bit of work and submit the rest.