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[This was nice. This was more like the life he envisioned. Papyrus was so excited to be getting (some of) the recognition he deserved, he'd shown up early, looking...like he always does: still in his "battle-body", with large, round pauldrons and breastplate. It's not functional, but boy is it flashy. Nothing could describe the smiling skeleton better. And much like his smile, he can change his appearance. But why would he want to?

He'd gone straight to work making culinary creations that even Everglade would find abominable, but that certainly didn't stop him. He rubbed his hands in anticipation for what new ingredients Ten would bring him. But before that: introductions! Everyone should know their latest and greatest coworker.]

GREETINGS, EVERYONE! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HERE TO MAKE EVERGLADE THE TASTIEST IT HAS EVER BEEN. I LOOK FORWARD TO HANGING OUT AND MOVING OUT OF THOSE TERRIBLE APARTMENTS.

[He says, posing immaculately as though the world is his stage and he its star. Finally, a real income! He'll get that car he's dreamed of any day now. Things were looking up for the enthusiastic skeleton. He just knows it.]

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Koishi could be found 'testing' some of the new products. Seeing how much of any particular new product had been pilfered from the shelves was usually a good indicator of what was a winner and what wasn't. And it seemed the most recent batch was a sucess save for one particular flavor. Something about spicy pickle juice? Regardless Koishi seemed to have almost entirely passed on it.

She looked up as 10 came in looking like the kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar... and then went right back to munching. Gods damn it Koishi...

At least the distraction delayed the inevitable hugs for now.

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[Rose, in a totally discouraging way (as if), applauds.]

[She loves his enthusiasm.]

Well said! [Punches the air. This cannot go wrong.]

[He bows most magnanimously]

THANK YOU, YOU'RE EXACTLY KIND ENOUGH. IT'S SO NICE BEING ROOTED FOR.

[Get it? Because of all the trees in here for some reason? ~~Please don't get it puns are lame and he doesn't make them.~~]

[If Papyrus isn't mistaken, this is someone who has yet to pay attention to him. Well, perhaps they need individual attention! He'll see to that. Once he's finished reading this internet page on "How to introduce yourself at work". Out loud. Well within her hearing.]

HMM...AN ELEVATOR PITCH? DOES THAT WORK OUTSIDE OF ELEVATORS...?

IT DOES! PHEW! LET'S SEE. "1. KEEP IT BRIEF. 2. SHARE YOUR SKILLS." BUT I HAVE SO MANY! THIS WILL BE HARDER THAN I THOUGHT. "3. MENTION YOUR GOALS. 4. HAVE A BUSINESS CARD READY." OH NO! I'LL HAVE TO MAKE ONE!

[Some furious scribbling later, he approaches.]

GREETINGS, PERSON WHO IS EATING EVERYTHING, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!! I'M GREAT AT FRIENDSHIP, FIGHTING, PUZZLING, BUSINESS INTRODUCTIONS, AND CHEFFING. WHICH IS WHAT THEY HIRED ME FOR! MY GOAL IS TO BE FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE AND MAKE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY ALL THE THINGS I DESERVE. HERE'S MY CARD.

[He hands her a surprisingly detailed note card of him flexing, replete with surrounding images of spaghetti. On the back is his phone number, and below that reads: "MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS OF TORCHWOOD ACCLAIM. NYEH HEH HEH!"]

A splash of dark hair peeks out with a cheery call,"I'm restocking the tea, coffee, crisps and biscuits! Any requests?" but she's otherwise refilling pots and containers since she's taken over the job due to no Ianto.

[Today is the day Darc takes up The (Tenth) Doctor's offer of seeing Torchwood. It's been over two months but hey, better late than never and all. The tree growing through the building catches his attention. He takes a moment to observe, wondering at its size, and what purpose it might serve the building or Torchwood itself.]

[But Darc didn't come here to look at a big tree. Apparently, Torchwood is an opportunity to help people - to have a bit more purpose than just surviving Genessia.]

[You'll most likely find him in the lobby, but he's not afraid to poke around a few nearby areas, either.]

Koishi looked up from the wide array of munchies she was partaking in. She stared at Papyrus, head tilted. She didn't expect a skeleton to come up to her like that. Or start talking to her. Or with such volume.

"Hello!" She swallowed the bite in her mouth, brushing her hands off before taking the card and looking at it. "Umm..." She blinked. "It's nice to meet you?"

Normally she's the one making the enthusiastic, awkward introductions. Don't take her thing, Paps!

"My name is Koishi Komeiji. I'm a satori youkai. But you don't have to be nervous. I can't read minds anymore. My sister can, but she's at home." She drifted closer, smiling finally and tipping her hat up. "I help Torchwood out with all sorts of things like magic and tasting their alternative foods and protecting people. My perspective as a spirit-monster is really important. What do you do?"

[as a matter of fact, Papyrus has some requests. Tons.]

OH, I HAVE ONE, MYSTERIOUS SPLASH OF DARK HAIR! WHEN YOU COME BACK, PLEASE BRING AN INTRODUCTION. AND SOME BUSINESS CARDS; I'M FRESH OUT!!

"WHAT A SILLY THING TO SAY!! ME? NERVOUS?? IMPOSSIBLE!! MY MIND IS AN INTRICATE WEB OF GENIUS AND PUZZLING KNOW-HOW! YOUR SISTER MIGHT GET LOST IN ITS UNFATHOMABLE DEPTHS!"

Or get really annoyed. He's just as loud cerebrally.

"OH, SO YOU'RE THE OFFICIAL TASTE TESTER. THAT MUST BE WHY YOU WERE STUFFING YOUR FACE!!"

See? He told her he was a genius.

"WELL, I HOPE YOU'RE READY, BECAUSE IF MY SPAGHETTI DOESN'T KNOCK YOUR BLOCK OFF, I'LL EAT YOUR HAT!!"

No idle claim. But then he heard a certain, magical word. The m-word.

"TRULY??? YOU'RE A MONSTER TOO?!?! THEN...PROVE IT!! SHOW ME YOUR BULLET PATTERNS!!"

As all monsters invariably can.

[Papyrus knew that he wasn't the only one being inducted that day, so he's on the prowl for his newbie-buddy, one Mr. Darc. But who was he? Who was this mysterious coworker he would inevitably have to step on to climb to the top? If only monsterkind weren't universally terrible at getting people's names.

Nonetheless, he was promised an introduction to everyone here, and he'll darn well get one. You can run, but you can't hide. At least he's good with faces.]

STOP!! YOU THERE!!!

[He shouts, bones trousling on his position.]

THERE'S SOMETHING...FAMILIAR ABOUT YOU. I FEEL AS THOUGH WE'VE MET; LIKE TWO STRANDS OF ANGEL HAIR PASTA ON PARALLEL PATHS OF FATE, BEFORE THEY WERE SUDDENLY RENT APART AND BOILED.

DO YOU...FEEL THE SAME???

She just rolled her eyes a little at the declaration. Satori would no doubt find his mind loud and obnoxious but if it was simple and honest enough it probably wouldn't be too bad. After all, some animals were loud too.

"Spaghetti? That sounds really delicious. I had the nice maid make me some before. She is the best cook I've ever met!" Seriously Pap. Go see Sakuya. She will teach you to cook.

But then he started yelling again. Excitedly. Koishi couldn't help but back up a few inches. Was this how other people felt around her? It was so surreal being on the other end of all this...

"Uh... You're challenging me to danmaku? Or..." A blink. "I guess I could show you some patterns. Do you want to see a spellcard or a non-spell?"

"REALLY? PERHAPS WE'LL HAVE TO COMPARE NOTES." Was Sakuya captain of the royal guard? Did she fight for truth, justice, and the monster way all day every day, yes way Jose? She may not be cool enough for the responsibility.

"UM..."

What the heck is a danmaku? Or a spellcard, for that matter? This nomenclature puzzled him something fierce.

"...YES?? WHATEVER COMES NATURAL. YOU CAN SHOW ME YOUR BUSINESS CARD TOO."

Yeah. Sure. Let's go with that. She's certainly a guard of her charge. And said charge certainly thought herself royalty...

"Yeah? Whatever comes... Okay! I got it!" Oh no.

Koishi hopped, up, floating some distance off the ground, pulling a card out of her sleeve. "Ready or not! Here it comes!" And- (Koishi, pls!)

Symbol「Heartbreaker」

Koishi drew several hearts in the air... Before the room was suddenly filled with heart-shaped bullets and lasers. They didn't really do that much damage, perhaps they would bruise a little if one was hit, but they were knocking everything over and making a huge mess.

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[Darc freezes at the sound of that voice, eyes widening. Just remembering his last encounter with Papyrus gives him mush-for-brains again for a moment. The pasta analogy, which he doesn't understand at all, doesn't help.]

[At the question, he blinks, regaining his composure. C'mon Darc, you're a warrior. You've faced Darkness Incarnate and all that.]

I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but we did speak on through the devices a while ago. You were upset because no one would read you a bedtime story.

What are you doing here?

Oh, brilliant, another skeleton bloke, hello, no, sorry, you said, making Everglade tasty, is that not a bit difficult, as a skeleton, orrr have you got a tongue, actually, unlike most skeletons?

[The Doctor gets a slightly more concerned expression as though suddenly realizing he might have said something upsetting.]

Not to make you self conscious 'bout that, of course, if you have, nothing shameful 'bout being dif'rent.

That's some pattern! Papyrus is 100% into it, stunned and speechless as he gazes into a kaleidoscope of hearts. Hearts...why do those seem so familiar? What a cool attack, he thought. He's not sure if the standard bullet box could fit all of them, but he's sure Koishi is strong. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her. Since he's mostly made of magic himself, they'd hurt him far less than, say, a human, so he's comfortable standing there and taking it all in...

...right up until something struck the floor and snapped him out of his absorbed stupor.

"WAIT! STOP!! DESIST!!! YOU'RE MAKING A HUGE MESS!!!"

Heartbreaker lived up to its name as Papyrus, lover of order and cleanliness, scrambled to contain the disaster he'd unwittingly invited. Bullet hell indeed! What an awful way to express yourself. He'll have to teach her how to monster properly later. For now, he must try to salvage his first day in the office.

"WHERE'S THE BROOM CLOSET? AND THE MOP CLOSET?? AND THE REPLACEMENT BRIC-A-BRAC CLOSET!? THIS WASN'T COVERED IN ORIENTATION!

...DID WE HAVE ORIENTATION???"

Koishi blinked and did, indeed stop as soon as he shouted at her. Thank goodness he did, too. It prevented the damage from being too severe. Only a single lamp and a couple potted plants had been the victims of the barrage. And even then the plants didn't look all that bad. The dirt held together decently enough. They'd just need new pots.

"Oh. Well, you insisted on seeing a pattern." she pouted. "This is normally why we fight outside. But it happens, I guess..." Where was the broom again...?

Oh. Right.

"Over here." She floated over into another room and opened the closet containing the brooms, office supplies, and... wouldn't you know, a few pots for potted plants! Which Koishi took off the shelf. Apparently she intended to help.

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I'm sure you'll rise high [Highrise? Trees??? ehhhhhhh.....] to the occasion, if you don't leaf us too soon!

[Nope. Puns are great. She loves puns. It will never end.]

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Hello! [Greetings Non-Earthling, take her to your leader -- wait. This is her place!] Are you lookin' for someone? [Easier than looking for something.]

[Ugh, no, they are not! Now he feels like he's doing Torchwood a favor by counterbalancing their dorkdom.]

WHAT!? I WOULDN'T QUIT MY FIRST JOB. THEN I'D GO BR-OAK.

[Yep. That wasn't a pun, and he's not smiling.]

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, FOR I WAS ASKED THE VERY SAME THING A WEEK AGO. FEELS LIKE IT WAS ONLY YESTERDAY...

WELL, IT'S JUST LIKE DROP-KICKING A TOMATO INTO THE POT: OPTIONAL, BUT NOT STRICTLY NECESSARY! AS MY FORMER TEACHER ONCE SAID, THERE'S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO KICK A BUTT! AND SHE KNEW SEVERAL.

Papyrus' femurs and fibulas are fast and furious as he scurried to right dirty wrongs. Clearly he was no stranger to cardio, blowing past Koishi in a whirlwind of sanitary speed. He snatched a broom for the dirt and stuffed a roll of tape in his mouth for the lamp, heroically striving to put them just as they were, as if Annie from Misery would hammer his legs if a single thing were out of place.

"WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT FIGHTING? THIS IS A MEET-AND-GREET, NOT MEET-AND-GREET-AND-BEAT!"

He'll regain his stately composure eventually as the task wound down, and his nerves along with it.

"WELL'S, WHAT'S DONE IS DONE. FORGIVE ME, KOISHI. SOMETIMES I FORGET THAT MOST MONSTERS AREN'T AS TRAINED OR TALENTED AS MYSELF. I'LL BE HAPPY TO LOOK AT YOUR PATTERNS LATER WHEN THERE'S OFFICES TO RUIN."

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At least wait around until you get silver pension.

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