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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 7, 2005 0:55:46 GMT -5
"You think that this is a Ministry for weak people. Humph."
I cross my arms.
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 0:57:18 GMT -5
"No, no...I mean don't take this the wrong way, your work is very important. Education is very important. But..the Ministry of Terror goes around killing and capturing people and well...the Ministry of Education ..inspects toys and text books..."
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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 7, 2005 0:57:50 GMT -5
"And your point is?"
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 0:59:05 GMT -5
"Oh it isn't important. Nevermind that I said anything at all." Illidan shakes his head then composes himself and sits up taller.
"So what would you like me to do for you today, Miss Krupskaya?"
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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 7, 2005 1:00:09 GMT -5
"Can you go pick up a dress for me? There is a party ball coming up and I want to look nice. I trust your taste in dresses."
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 1:02:59 GMT -5
"You trust my taste in dresses? What's that supposed to mean? You don't even know me and you think I have some innate ability to pick out women's clothing?"
Illidan is at the end of his rope after being transferred from the Ministry of Terror. This was just climax of events leading him to think that people do not respect him.
"I don't even think we are having a ball. That sounds too aristocratic. Red Infinity would never have something like htat."
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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 7, 2005 1:03:05 GMT -5
Comrade Stalin comes back from the Kirspy Kreme, carrying the donuts as if they were a treasure. He was not allowed sweets back in Beijing, as Dr. Murdock had the chefs put him on a forced diet becuase he had put on a few pounds. Still, he had bummed food off of Huey, Kith and the like.
He walked into Krupskaya's office, glazed donut half eatin in his hand.
"Good morning, Krupskaya." he said warmly, glad to have sugar in his blood again.
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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 7, 2005 1:04:49 GMT -5
"Well, if we aren't having a ball, then I will have one myself. I don't care if it is something that rich people do. I want you to pick me up a nice pretty dress." I order.
"Oh hi Stalin, this is Illidan, he is my secretary!"
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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 7, 2005 1:06:01 GMT -5
"Hello, Comrade Illidan. How are you doing?" Stalin asked, offering a hand to shake.
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 1:06:11 GMT -5
Illidan grumbles to himself.
"I was raised by Kaschei, I am not THAT weak. Everyone knows what kind of person he is. I had to be tough to grow up half way normal with him as my caretaker."
Illidan takes Stalin's hand.
"I'm doing peachy keen, and yourself comrade Stalin?"
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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 7, 2005 1:08:26 GMT -5
"Do you think that the party would approve of a ball at the Ministry of Education, Mr. Stalin?"
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Post by Josef Stalin on Feb 7, 2005 1:09:57 GMT -5
"Much better, now that I've gotten some food in my stomach." he said with a friendly smile. He then switched to business mode.
"So, what are you two bickering about? Perhaps I can mediate or help in some form or fashion.
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 1:11:26 GMT -5
"It is nothing comrade Stalin. We were not arguing at all." Illidan replies.
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Post by Krupskaya on Feb 7, 2005 1:12:24 GMT -5
"I think that the people at Red Infinity need to get along better. We can call it something else. But it can still be a dance at the Ministry of Education would help the party members get to know one another outside of work. Do you think that is a good idea, Stalin?"
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Post by Illidan on Feb 7, 2005 1:14:48 GMT -5
Illidan thinks for a moment. "Maybe if we had a dance I could ask Kaieka to attend with me. I would love that so much. We could call this Proletarian Prom! Ooh, I wonder if she would go to prom with me?" Illidan is starting to warm up to the idea.
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