Portalocity Office | 13 Griffin Way | Sunday

[playsforkepesh]

The most badly-written part of Sam being at the desk at the Portalocity office today wasn't the fact that it was Sunday and not Thursday -- no, Sam actually tended to be in the office most days regardless of what days the posts actually went up. No, the truly terrible part was the fact that as she sat at the desk, her fingers were flying across her omni-tool as she detected all kinds of signals of ships the Admirals should be aware of, and all without even needing to use a proper terminal.

In between firing off emails right and left to alert the necessary parties to what she'd discovered, Sam paused every so often and slid a piece across the chessboard she was playing with.

What, a complete and total Mary Sue woman couldn't multi-task? Please.

[[primarily for one, but open, and OCD-free!]]

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[icecoldfrost]

Every woman could totally multitask, since Emma was both on her blackberry, with multiple calls, buying and selling stocks while she waltzed in and dropped vegan curry on the desk for Sam, which she had totally cooked herself, without dropping her Sudoku puzzle.

"I don't care about 'regulations' just make it happen," she said to the person on the other end of the line. "Ciao, darling."

She hung up on everyone to turn her million-dollar smile on Sam. "Hullo, darling. Playing against anyone in particular, or can I jump in on that chess game?"

[playsforkepesh]

Sam smiled, leaning over across the desk to peck Emma on the lips. "You know I'm always up for a challenge, dear," she said, already moving to clear away the pieces that had already edged toward the center of the board. "Try as I might, I haven't been able to challenge myself quite the way you do."

[icecoldfrost]

"That's because I cheat outrageously," Emma admitted, giving Sam a sultry pout and leaning on the counter in a way that her miniskirt rode up a little bit more, while staying (mostly) PG-13. "But I have to, to keep up with a mind like yours."

[playsforkepesh]

Well, "mostly PG-13" for Emma was practically R. Because it was Emma.

"Well," Sam said, not quite disagreeing with that claim even as a faint blush rose to her cheeks, "you must admit that between the two of us, we've got just about every skill set covered. Put me in a fashion show or a black tie gala and I'd be cheating to keep up too."