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The woman rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair, holding the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she continues tap-tap-tapping away at her terminal. "Well, I see you've finally found yourself a phone. But I'm afraid Mr. Caleswood is busy, you see, ''some'' of us have jobs. May I take a message?" | The woman rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair, holding the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she continues tap-tap-tapping away at her terminal. "Well, I see you've finally found yourself a phone. But I'm afraid Mr. Caleswood is busy, you see, ''some'' of us have jobs. May I take a message?" | ||
There's a pause. "Okay, um, this form of communication does not, like, effectively convey what I'd like to express. Pretend I'm flipping you off--" The scratchy, staticky croak over the phone is interrupted by a dull echoing roar. "--SHUT UP I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU. Anyways, Zarrie, tell your friggen boss that his friggen pets are thawing out, alright? Maybe ask him if he was planning to do anything about them ever or-- *graaoooooar!* --I SAID SHUT UP. | There's a pause. "Okay, um, this form of communication does not, like, effectively convey what I'd like to express. Pretend I'm flipping you off--" The scratchy, staticky croak over the phone is interrupted by a dull echoing roar. "--SHUT UP I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU. Anyways, Zarrie, tell your friggen boss that his friggen pets are thawing out, alright? Maybe ask him if he was planning to do anything about them ever or-- *graaoooooar!* --I ''SAID'' SHUT UP. | ||
"Okay I gotta go punch a thing so, just, like, a heads up. That's all, feel free to get back on the bitch train to Bitchville or whatever you were--" | "Okay I gotta go punch a thing so, just, like, a heads up. That's all, feel free to get back on the bitch train to Bitchville or whatever you were--" | ||
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"Thank you for calling the Daedalus Group, your input is valuable to us, and will be given due consideration." | "Thank you for calling the Daedalus Group, your input is valuable to us, and will be given due consideration." | ||
"WH-" Click. | "WH--" Click. | ||
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Latest revision as of 03:04, 14 April 2013
| Vignette - Consumer Feedback | |
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| Dramatis Personae | |
| In Absentia
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2013-04-13 A member of the public attempts to lodge a complaint. |
| Location
<NYC> Daedalus Offices | |
Midday. An office, in a skyscraper. A bored looking woman sits at a desk, eyes slightly distant as she taps absently at a computer. With an electronic beedle, the phone rings. Click. "Hello, Daedalus Group offices, who may I ask is calling?" "ZARITA IS THAT YOU? PUT YOUR BOSS ON, I GOTTA TALK TO HIM." The woman rolls her eyes and leans back in her chair, holding the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she continues tap-tap-tapping away at her terminal. "Well, I see you've finally found yourself a phone. But I'm afraid Mr. Caleswood is busy, you see, some of us have jobs. May I take a message?" There's a pause. "Okay, um, this form of communication does not, like, effectively convey what I'd like to express. Pretend I'm flipping you off--" The scratchy, staticky croak over the phone is interrupted by a dull echoing roar. "--SHUT UP I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU. Anyways, Zarrie, tell your friggen boss that his friggen pets are thawing out, alright? Maybe ask him if he was planning to do anything about them ever or-- *graaoooooar!* --I SAID SHUT UP. "Okay I gotta go punch a thing so, just, like, a heads up. That's all, feel free to get back on the bitch train to Bitchville or whatever you were--" "Thank you for calling the Daedalus Group, your input is valuable to us, and will be given due consideration." "WH--" Click. | |
