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In the silence at the office, most that should've been sleeping and those who were about to take yet another nap waiting or doing nothing would bear witness to the one who would ruin it all... well, not exactly. 

"Sorry, sorry..." with eyes planted on each corner of the wall staring at Meyline, all she could do was slap her face- like she wasn't getting one whenever she spoke- internally or externally. "A-anywho, let's.. yeah."

The two would take their time, hopping over some small boxes at the side- huddling them over to a safe spot for other, more hardworking office personnel to lift and not strain their backs from trying to do something useful other than do forty winks per hour of nothing.

Each hallway and entrance would be labeled by a specific section that correlates to what that specific department does. Up top of the room they were entering, a square rectangle that has the initials "I.A.D" (Internal Audit Dept.) with an ajar door that Adeline carefully swung open, though made sure to avoid any of those pesky boxes falling off.

A hand would be outstretched as Meyline giggled, "It's not a restaurant, silly! You gotta take note of yer muscle memory sometime...", moving sideways so as to not bump her shoulder over to the wall. 

"No, no. Tis' just a "professional courtesy", hehe~" says the purple hair.

"Heh- he- r-eally?" asked Mey, as she grabbed the door handle to comedically close it whilst Adeline entered, "Is this like what, a common policy here in this department?"

"Not exactl-" stopping her thoughts before any more talking makes this into another episode for a show, bopping her palm on top of Meyline's green hair, "Hey! We gon' play Snakes 'N Ladders or not?" 

"Ow- geez..." rubbing it lightly, "Can't spare for some small talk?" as she would dust off a free monoblock chair for her to sit on.

"That small talk..." blowing away hairs from the board, "...would be an entire evening late-night Dr. Phil season marathon..." rolling her eyes as she sat it down on the smooth pale blue carpet.

"Don't blame me for having such a way with words that I could make something become a lecture..."

Swooping down from her chair, she crossed her legs and arranged the dress lightly, balancing herself and doing some stretches.

"What are you... an Asian Parent?" Adeline teased, opening the pizza box to reveal a massive thick paper with a checker pattern, with numbers aligned from left to right going upwards. On each random spot would have ladders going up into a different number- even one leading right to "Home" with enough luck or back to "Start" with snakes sprawling on some unfortunate places.

The "Start Here" and "Home" corners would be written in Comic Sans font, with a faint blue hue glowing from underneath the carpet as weight was placed down. On the side would be 6 button-like circles in different colors: Magenta, White, Black, Yellow, Green, and Indigo. 

"Pick your color." 

"Indigo," replied Meyline, reaching over to pick it up.

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[Kachinko Corp. sighted. Requesting Entry]

A masculine voice; Irish accent.

[Entry is prohibited from data gathered from the Intelligence Committee. Aerial extraction is advised.]

Gloved hands would pull down on the lever, flip flaps on the floating vehicle lifting up and above the highest floor.

[Copy.]

Upon arranging the necessary height, other drone-like machines would rise along to follow it, slowly aligning in a vertical line as this single file would move and protrude prongs shining light- scanning the area for any potential exit.

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With hair the color of a twilight sky after a particularly generous sprinkling of fairy dust, Adeline gripped the bright red die in her hand. Across from her, sat a smug Meyline, her chin resting on a stack of collected paperwork.Ade squeezed her eyes shut, picturing the amount of giggling this celery would've made if she had won this silly game. Taking a deep breath, she muttered a silent plea, then launched the die into the air.It was a slow-motion ballet of crimson. The room seemed to hold its breath as the die spun, its white pips catching the afternoon sunlight like winks from a mischievous imp. Both followed its trajectory, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Would it be a one? A measly one-step hop that would leave her lagging behind Yapper9000? Or perhaps a glorious six, propelling her closer to "home"?The air whooshed back into the room as the die was pushed and patted down with a satisfying click right in the center of the holo-paper board. Adeline snapped her eyes open, bolstering herself for the imminent. But instead of the expected, the die showed a number- 3- right towards the... Adeline stared, jaw slack. "A snake?" she squeaked, disbelief coloring her voice. "But...!"Too bad!Green-hair, who had been observing until now, burst into laughter. "Pfttt! Down you go!" Most definitely holding that giggle in.Adeline sputtered, just at a loss for words from how she went from getting a lead to now down an astronomical amount. But the rules were the rules, and it's not like you can control probability. With a resigned sigh, she nodded to defeat's grasp.Meyline, a renewed sense of confidence fueling her, took a deep breath and rolled the die in her turn. This time, the room held the unlucky favor and kept it from ruining the red carpet's descent. The die clicked against the board, and as it settled, celery let out a joyous shriek."Six!" she crowed, jumping out of her seat. "Ahahaha!" And with a triumphant grin, marched around and around, jumping like a child who just got the toy they wanted...[Civillians Spotted: Engaging in Extraction]"How's that for a-" glancing at weird silhouettes draped by the curtains. "Oh.." bewilderment shifted into a curious gaze, "The police.""Heh, doesn't matter! Still won though!" clapped Meyline."sigh Son of a nice lady..."