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Name: Maia Kunkleton

Nickname: Just Maia.

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Prefers: Men: now, if only she could relax enough around them.

Background: Heinz-57, including a little Iroquois

Height: 5'3"

Distinguishing marks: Has two extra nipples, which appear under her breasts. They are flat and look like moles.

Anything else? Long, chocolate-brown hair, hazel eyes, thin with a medium build.

Personality: Intelligent and thoughtful, but lacks confidence and is anxious to please. Easily taken advantage of by more assertive females.

Bio: Maia, shy daughter of an electrician and his wife, studied History at a lovely, expensive, brick and ivy college, where students were encouraged to explore themselves and be whatever they wanted to be. After graduation, Maia realized she had incurred a lot of debt and was trained for exactly nothing but sitting around and reading a lot. She then worked as an office temp at various places, gathering experience. Her current position is Office Manager at an engineering firm, a job she gladly took because it had good health insurance and is as good a place as any while she ponders her next move.

Additional remarks: Maia can transform into a black and white housecat. She can usually control the transformations, but may involuntarily change in a stressful situation. She does not know where this ability comes from.

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Name: Brian Andrews

Nickname: None

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Prefers: Women, though he can be oblivious to advances.

Background: English, Irish, Scottish, & Welsh

Height: 5'-10"

Distinguishing marks: A 6-inch long Celtic cross on his back
between his shoulder blades (from a dare one night when he got piss
drunk at his 21st birthday party).

Anything else? Has hazel green eyes and tends to gel his hair so
that it is spiky. His clothes are usually upscale casual (button down
instead of tee shirt, for instance), and tends toward casual
professional at work (khakis and button down or polo).

Personality: Intellectual and slightly a loner due to his chosen
profession, he is rarely the sort that goes to extremes, though he can
usually be talked into doing something more wild and out there by his
friends.

Bio: Brian was the youngest of four children (Edward [36],
William [33], & Lydia [30] are his elder siblings) to his blue-collar
father (who worked as a welder) and mother (who worked as a
housekeeper). As such, he grew up with very little his own as most of
his clothing and personal items had been used by his brothers and
passed down. As such, he may be the baby, but is very unspoiled and
rarely demanding as he saw how his family had to work for everything they ever got. In reality, his sister was the long-time spoiled one, though she now has her own family. As for dating, he's had a few girlfriends, but nothing that he felt was for forever.

Additional remarks: Often wears reading glasses while working as fine print tends to make his head hurt.

Misc. People Notes:
Jack Marsh - Brian's supervisor in the Drafting department See post #13 for description.

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Name: Rebecca Klein

Nickname: Becky

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Prefers: Men

Background: German, Irish

Height: 5'-6"

Distinguishing marks: Though concealed by makeup, she has freckles. She also has a mole on her back on the upper left hand side.

Anything else? Always wears small gold loops that were given to her by her now-deceased grandmother.

Personality: She is assertive and likes to tell people her opinion about things, though she does employ a certain amount of tact when necessary. At times she has even been politely described as tenacious.

Bio: She is a single child to a wealthy family and the only reason she works at all is because she needs the insurance and that her father insists she learn something in case everything she knew vanished. As a result, after an extensive education with a major in accounting and a minor in business, she set out doing the one thing she knew best... playing with money. Now, after several switched jobs, she has come to work at this firm for the simple fact she is now in charge of the accounting department as well as well paid.

Additional remarks: At times she can be thoughtless and demeaning. She is not a fan of other women that try to horn in on the guy she wants to take to bed.

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The offices of Crib and Stearnley, Midwestern branch, were located on a quiet side street in the business district of a nicely-located town: an hour away from the airport, but very reasonable rent. The area had been built up in a time when bringing nature into the picture had been all the rage, so there were wide banks of flowers and bushes in front of the buildings, and courtyards with pine trees in the back.

Crib and Stearnley occupied the third floor of the building, and maintained some offices on the fourth floor that were reserved for visiting engineers and other VIPs. Maia's office was near the lobby, where she was close enough to check on the receptionist and give her a hand when she needed help. It also let her hear what was going on in the offices around her, and that worried her: Do they hear me? Can they hear my stomach rumble? Can I burp without having to say excuse me?

She wore a pink and white vertically striped blouse that buttoned up the front, a short black skirt with black pumps, and a necklace of misshapen magenta and pink pearls that her older sister had sent from overseas. Maia was proud of the necklace. She thought of it as a peace offering, although they still didn't get along.


Maia checked off the last item on her order list. Supplies would arrive next Wednesday, including the rolls of thermal paper Mr. Derrick needed for his ancient fax machine. When their supplier ran out, Maia had no idea where to get new ones. People used copy paper for their fax machines now, not thermal paper.

The phone rang. It was from Ann Beilding, a visiting VIP who wanted Maia to book her a hotel suite and prepare an upstairs office for next week. "I'll take care of it," Maia promised. Busy, busy. It wasn't so bad, being busy. Having nothing to do was worse. She made the reservations and realized with a jolt that she hadn't checked with the Accounting department to see if they needed any special orders. Their regular order was coming, but what if they needed something else? She knocked on Rebecca's door. Rebecca had it together: she would know if her department needed anything.

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((I'm going to skip Brian for the moment, okay?))

Rebecca Klein looked up at the knock on her door. Today she had her hair pinned up in a messy bun and a neat pantsuit of charcoal gray on with a ruffled white blouse underneath it to give it a feminine flare without many layers. Her gold loop earrings were firmly ensconced on her earlobes as per usual as was the gold bracelet on her left wrist. Smart looking shoes of polished black leather (they were Cole Haans) and a stiletto heel adorned her feet. The overall effect was of a classy business woman mussed slightly by her usual work.

"Come in!" she called, having shut the door to her office earlier due to a business call. Her office wasn't the largest in the company, nor was it the smallest. However, it was cramped feeling with the three wooden filing cabinets adorning one wall, the large secretarial desk that took a nice portion of the real estate, and the trio of some generic paintings Becky was sure came from target huddled on the wall in an artistic fashion near the door that were opposite her windows.

That was why her office wasn't big. It had windows and therefore she should be grateful for the perceived roominess. Becky only had enough room to comfortably walk around the end of her desk that was perpetually coated in paperwork (no matter how neatly she stacked it) and the wall. Luckily it was three feet, but otherwise the large desk killed most of the creative space.

And she was lucky enough for a couple of chairs beneath the art. Just enough for someone to come in and sit down in the scant four feet in front of the leg of the desk that divided the room in half.

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Maia entered, clutching the clipboard to her chest, and pressed her back to the doorjamb. "I have a - that is, you need a - I mean, do you need anything? I've done the ordering, but I need to know..." she hesitated, imagining Rebecca thought she was crazy. She took a deep breath and started again. "Is there any special material you need from the office supply catalogue?"

She glanced around at the other objects in the room. It certainly didn't look like she needed anything, other than a bigger office.

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Rebecca looked at the young woman for a long moment, taking in the rambling before processing it. She thought about it. "Accounting needs that pastel blue paper and the pink paper as well. We're running low. Also, I do believe my stapler has made a segue into Mark's office and it looks like it is a fairly permanent arrangement. Would you order me another? And maybe get a couple more so that if there is someone else that needs one can get it from the supply cabinet."

She looked Maia over appraisingly. "You are dressed nicely today? Where did you get the necklace?"

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Maia brightened. If it hadn't been someone like Rebecca saying with a question you look nice today? she might have been offended. But Rebecca was someone to be admired - a real businesswoman who could go head to head with the mean female CFO and come out, nail polish intact. For her to notice anything about Maia was a compliment.

"Oh, this? This is just my work clothes, really...and the necklace was a gift." She fingered the pearls automatically, shyly proud. "And don't worry about the paper - I've got two boxes of those colors on their way, and I'll make sure you get your stapler." She paused. "Will there, uh, will there be anything else?"
Don't sound like such a waitress, she scolded herself.

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Rebecca looked at the woman with amusement. She was verbally falling all over herself from a little half-meant compliment. She leaned back in her chair, the springs creaking slightly from the shift of weight. "If you're going to go about asking people for orders, hit up the heads of the other departments. I heard rumor Drafting needed some supplies," she suggested, lacing her fingers together and resting them on her lower stomach in a semi-casual repose.

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Maia did as the woman suggested, the lofty treatment going almost unnoticed. She paused outside the doorway to the drafting department, gathering her thoughts. He would be in there, the one who was more handsome than anyone doing a geeky job had a right to be. She took a deep breath and walked in, skirting the piles of blueprints waiting to be messengered and cleared her throat to draw the attention of the employees. "Ah, 'scuse me! Does anyone need to place any special orders for office supplies?"

She was more confident here than in Rebecca's office. It was women, particularly female boss-types that intimidated her. Men tended to treat Maia with what she saw as avuncular kindness, or at worst, ignore her, and that was not so bad. As long as she didn't make eye contact with him, she'd be okay.

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Brian didn't actually hear her come in. He had his headphones on and his eyes glued to his computer screen as he tried to redo a section of the drawing he was less than thrilled with. Slender reading frames rested on his nose, brown painted rectangular frames with slight curvature. He had been advised by his sister that they looked decent and weren't an absolute embarrassment to human kind. Then he had been told to buy them.

Brian didn't complain. There was a few uses for bossy older sisters. Keeping you on track and away from looking like something that the cat had dragged in was one of them.

Today, he had chosen to go casual. A black button down (that had once been neatly pressed before he had begun to hunch over his desk), a pair of khaki slacks (again pressed and now slightly wrinkled, but in better shape than the shirt), and his all-black Vans were his chosen attire today. The button down had long sleeves, but they had been long ago rolled up so that the warm air in the drafting room tended to have. There was, of course, his immediate supervisor, Jack Marsh, and four other individuals besides himself. All of them were men.

Anyway.... He didn't notice when Maia had come in. Jack, however, did.

"Hello, Maia. What can I do for you?" The potbellied man asked, his own glasses not for reading but for mere sight. He was an old dog and knew his way better around a board than he did around a computer. That didn't mean Marsh didn't know that computer, of course. But he was a true artist. Had been at the board since before Brian himself had been born. His hair was gray and he had a receding hairline. Brian knew that despite his happy grandpa appearance (and Marsh was indeed a grandpa), he was in fact had the lungs and command of a drill sergeant when pissed.

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Maia smiled warmly at Marsh. She liked him. He had been the first to make her feel welcome at this job.

"I'm just collecting special orders. The regular monthly order is on its way, but I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything extra." Her voice was normal, not quick and high-pitched as it was when she spoke to Rebecca.

She noticed that the rest of the drafters were too busy to pay attention to her - especially Brian, which pleased rather than annoyed her. Good. She stepped around the desk so that her back was to Brian, and bent over to look at
Marsh's drawing, placing her elbows on the desktop. "Whatcha working on?" she asked quietly.

One of their clients was the local school district, which had hired their firm to create the roads and parking lots connected with a new junior high. Included was the placement of lampposts and utility poles. Marsh headed up this project for the drafting department, and there had been some setbacks as soil reports and inspections had come in, forcing the designers to rethink the plans. Maia expected that by this time, the road would be as crooked as Lombard Street in San Francisco.

It surprised Maia that in this era of CAD and powerful personal computers, that any engineer would still rely on paper and pencils and she said as much.

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Marsh glanced over when he saw her lean and managed to get a straight shot down the blouse for a very impressive cleavage shot as well as a peek at her bra. He coughed slightly, averting his gaze like any gentleman would do. Didn't mean he didn't want to take a second look. "Right now I'm merely checking over a drawing. We have to do these checks or else there could be a multitude of errors. Just because a customer says something is possible and that's how they want it run, does not mean it's actually possible."

He coughed again. "Brian!" he thundered out. The twenty-six-year-old man looked up in surprise.

"Yes, sir?" he asked in a respectful tone, noticing that Maia was there with nothing but curvy ass pointed his way. He had always thought she was pretty cute (especially that derrière), but he really didn't think about a relationship with her. Part of the reason was simply that he didn't want to have a relationship in the office. If it went south, then that would mean tensions... and he'd rather not have that. Most of the reason, however, is because he doubted that she was even interested in him. He wasn't exactly Brad Pitt or Matt Daemon (sp?).

"What are we lacking right now?" Marsh asked.

"Supplies?" He wrinkled his brow, thinking. "Well, we need some more toner for the plotter. A couple so that we have some for backup. And we probably need some more red, yellow, and green pencils for corrections. We have all the blue we'd possibly need for notations on a drawing at the moment." There was a slight grimace on his face. The way the color system in drafting was: Red equals 'add', yellow equals 'okay' or 'keep', and green meant 'delete'. For the past couple of days, he'd been relying on the neon green highlighter and red pen in his desk drawer to do corrections. It was workable, but unfortunately it required more whiteout than eraser to erase mistakes made while correcting. The blue pencils, as noted, were actually for marks not meant to be picked up. Notes, calculations on drawing, and other marks that you just want to write down for knowledge or directions in general without having them labeled onto the drawing itself.

((An actual setup on marking drawings in my office.))

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((lol, Maia's butt was to Brian...but I totally forgot that her chest would be facing Marsh!
Will post later.))