get you off of my mind

"..."

To the outside, ones unaware of his mundane worries, it would just be some guy making use of his time fixing up anything worth sorting rather than looking stupid fiddling at their phones for such a long time, either brain rot would occur first then the grim realization of the world's status quo.

"..."

More peeping doesn't help much, but if she hopes something would change other than the sluggish decrease of papers littered across the office, then at least she has something to do.

"I don't know if staring at a guy would do much, Ms. Jyuniper..." said the coworker.

"Well, what do you know? I was hoping another big kaboom would follow him entering the office...." nonsensical reply, just like always.

"What?" not as much as something to doubt, but just something to throw to respond to these otherwise "very creative" answers. "You sure you ain't stuck playing Family Feud on your head again? 'Cuz apart from your theory-crafting with Molly, that's just... wild"

"Y'see, the thing behind it is that- wait, where you..." making a keek to them, not noticing their elaborate walkout from it getting out of hand.

sigh "At least hear me out..." dropping both arms, "Shucks...."

Face riddled with words she can't output to anyone but herself, the celery would walk around the hallway and glance left to right. 

Still, more peeps hitting the sack and some nearly kicking the bucket. Balconies piled with broken glass, offices needing the fix that they need, and others just... going on by looking around the building in search of anything to be of interest. 

"With how theories are shrouding the internet, pretty sure some are just itching to get a good scoop of what strange thing out there that they could post for views." 

Grabbing onto the railing as she slides her fingers- from one to two- and having it do little walks, crawls, and jumps. Boredom may oftentimes cause the child-self to resurface; and yet in this current situation, being eaten out by your thoughts while waiting for 'The Men in Red and Blue' would bring liability rather than keeping the memory fresh. Not that it won't spoil under the oven-baked minds of people already showering from heresy, but still edible nonetheless.

"Gosh darn, it...." closed her eyes, sighing, "I am kinda glad that I didn't leave the stove on for now. Though that being said..." gurgle gurgle, "I wished I did leave the stew running in there. Coulda helped with softening the thing..." rubbing the belly through the fabric, she'd continue strutting forward and heads left.

Chairs were strewn from their heap, papers hidden underneath jackets for pseudo-painful pillows, and tables assembled to be connected via their legs. Same thing for every other direction of the hallway.

(EMERGENCY)

OUT OF MAINTENANCE

To no one's surprise, holographic screens of elevators- and even stairs- were given the sign.

"Not even the stairs..." speaking sotto voce, fingers reaching into her pocket and pulling up her phone. With a quick tap with her fidgety thumb, the sources displayed themselves, and an astounding amount at that. She wasn't the only one.

According to one report from Beijing, one of its "still standing" structures - the Phoenix International Media Center- had its pathways quote-on-quote "disintegrate" after the catastrophic, repeated, worldwide earthquakes coming from Nevada City.

As one of the unassuming employees decided to step down on one of its many staircases, a moment of physical contact caused them to fall through as the steps mutated and transformed into a "powder-like" substance. Luckily said employee wasn't gravely injured as it was merely a 1.5-meter fall, leaving only some bruises on both legs, which should recover within 3 hours after heading towards Shanghai Hospital.

Researchers at HuoHue University found this phenomenon to be entirely different than the 'Temporal Discrepancies' reported yesterday. Further inspection revealed the existence and proof of Imaginary Vectors, shown only through a theory made by a student named Liu Meifen, analyzing how said vectors- when in contact with their surroundings- 'acted' like antimatter in the essence that it was 'manipulated' rather than 'naturally occurring', suggesting that the source behind these earthquakes, one later found out to only cause superficial amounts of damage. 

Both the shockwaves and the earthquakes weren't exactly directed toward Earth by itself, as should these ever come into direct contact with the crust, even the tiniest amount could spell disaster for not only the Earth but for the entire solar system. Taking the full force into the equation, its output exceeds any cosmological phenomenon known in history- apart from the Big Bang.

As blasphemous as this sounds, the researchers gave credit where it was due. Expressing their gratitude towards their colleagues in Japan, both concluded that, had it not been for the consequent resurgence of T.D., then the emission brought on by these vectors would annihilate humanity in the face of the universe.

"Nice read! Though... I wouldn't be so sure about the "Universe" gobbledygook. Sounds so... overdramatic, don't you think?"

Scottish accent.

"Errr...." sparing her right a look and adjusting her eyes from the wall of text her short attention span of a mind could comprehend.

Sundown peeked and entered through broken windows, catching glimpses of the lady's deep purple hair as she adjusted her thin, silver-rimmed glasses with her index finger. High-waisted mom jeans, small rips on some side, hugged her curves comfortably. They were paired with classic white sneakers- the kind that looked just as good conquering errands as they did grabbing coffee with friends- alongside a denim jacket layered over her...

"Creamy tank top, Adeline..." with what could've been a glee for someone she can talk to, gotta remember....

"Dress code."

Switching off the phone and down it goes, back to the pockets.

"I changed clothes, Mey. Just got a little sweaty from all the tables we're moving..." Adeline answered, coupled with a few wipes from a medium-sized towel after taking off her glasses.

"Besides, it's laissez-faire when it comes to wearing a uniform. Not exactly mandatory if you can't afford it..." placing them back on the bridge of her nose."That is true. They cost an arm and a leg..." looking back and tip-toeing to see behind the purple hair. The sun's getting low.

"So, whaddya say? Wanna play a game of Snakes and Ladders?" asking with a tint of confidence and a tinge of cringe on her face.

"Ehe- you're telling me you got that bored...?" hiding the giggle, "F-fin- hehe!" sniff sniff, so random! "Pfft... yeah! Yup! Uhh, eheh! YEaH... I'm... down!" nope, can't hide it."Aw... c'mon..."