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WHO: The Spirit Division ( @lepouxinfernal / @ofphantasms / @scvrredheartsâ )
WHERE:Â Team bonding night / Michaelâs welcome party / The Three Sheets
WHEN: 17th October, 2008
âSorry Iâm late!â
Padma slid into an open seat setting down her bag and looking towards her coworkers. Sheâd made a stop between work and the team outing dropping some things off with Parv and making sure her sister was eating meals that included all five members of the food pyramid. It hadnât been an excuse exactly but Padma couldnât say she wasnât looking forward to the few minutes it would knock out of the outing tonight. Their department was vast and diverse which often meant a lot of awkward small talk and arguing whenever all of them were forced to sit together and decide on anything like food, drinks, team bonding activities, where the cameras all went. She wasnât sure who actually looked forward to things, though she was sure someone had to if they kept partaking in these outings. Or maybe someone just wanted them to all suffer together.
Not letting her hopes up, she ordered a drink and then turned to the people sitting closest to her. âHave I missed the karaoke yet?â
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When Roger had begun his journey with the Spirit Division, heâd come to the conclusion very early on that the people who inevitably washed up into the department were very rarely team players. Fostering a workplace community had seemed to him like the best way to rectify this problem, or at least foster some sense of unity, and having met Bob, the ancient bearded âofficialâ Head of Department, the conclusion had been that the only bonding activity he had a hope of enticing him into attending had been drinks or a communal nap time. After some early experimentation and determining that Bobâs reputation as a cuddler made the former an inappropriate team bonding activity, drinks had been the decisive winner â and thus a tradition was born.Â
âWe would never start karaoke without you,â Roger informed Padma dutifully as he turned from the bar to greet her. Three drinks deep and already showing signs that the alcohol was winning over chronic exhaustion he beamed, opening up his arms to envelope the nearest four bodies into an impromptu group hug. âI hope youâve all come prepared this time. Iâm not accepting âI donât know the wordsâ as an excuse to get out of your turn.â





















