🌌🌟Dimension Hoppers🌟🌌 (RP)

??: So, *grabs coffee table* the contract is what all of you need to sign before you can start working. Y'know, law and insurance and whatnot. *slams a gigantic stack of papers down on the coffee table, breaking it in half* Just sign here.

??: Just going to leave that there for everyone else to sign. So, I'll be your boss, my name is Markelius Zeveryus Ulm the Fourtheenth, but you can just call me Mark.

??: *points at Sarah* That is Saruinoniv, but we call her Sarah for short. She's actually the only one in Administration.

Mark: ... Yes, I said you could. Anyway, the last of the old staff is Quincy. He was part of the last field crew. He just needs a bit of time to grieve.
*Quincy is silently crying in the corner*

Mark: So, new employees, introduce yourselves. I know there's the form you filled out, but that really doesn't get very deep into it.

Mark: ...Just Wilson? That's it?
Sarah: What a bunch.

Mark: Er, well, *pointing at the short figure* What's your introduction?

???: M-my name i-is... Ato.

Sarah: Well, as we wait for others to accomplish the herculean task of entering through the door, might as well introduce you to the tech you'll be regularly using.

Sarah: *walks to the top left corner of the room* Beyond this door, is the Universal Transistor, which you will be using to get around the World Tree.

Sarah: *walks to the top right corner of the room* Here is the stairwell to the basement. Not much in there.

Sarah: *walks to the bottom right corner of the room* And here is the armory. Nothing much, you're a bunch of mailmen, not warriors, but sometimes you'll have to fight.

Sarah: Okay, I didn't ask. That's it. Forgot to mention, the stairwell also leads to offices and the dorms if you decide to stay here 24/7. *whisper* I sure hope you don't.

Sarah: *maintains the same tired, monotone expression* I didn't and I stand by that.
Mark: Woah woah woah, we don't point guns at our coworkers!

*Ato is inching toward the stairwell*

Mark: HEY, this isn't proper workplace etiquette! We do NOT shoot people in here, especially not our coworkers lest they get seriously injured!
*Quincy breaks down crying again*

Mark: Quincy only broke down crying because you are pointing a gun at a coworker!

Mark: Because he has a bit of a sore spot about his *whisper* former group.

Mark: No, we need to wait for our fellow employees to arrive.