<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/455207ef6a49be3c0c12eb43317c7403_zpsefa6cc1c.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>MYST-R-OUS-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Cramped and annoyed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the super-correct briefing room!<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>People reading this post<br/><hr/><em><br/>Myst grinned from one ear to the other ear.  Well, not literally of course, that would either be impossible or would reveal she had some sort of weird snake genes, and snake genes could not love Friend Computer, so she certainly didn't have any of those.  As she sat in her chair she kicked her legs back and forth eagerly, then looked slightly panicked when the orange-clad briefing officer told her to have a seat.  She had already sat down!<br/><br/>Should she stand up and sit down again?  That would be tantamount to admitting that Friend Computer's agent had given her unnecessary instructions... should she ignore the order?  No, she should never ignore Friend Computer's orders!<br/><br/>Wait, maybe the woman had not meant that she should sit down.  Those were commie traitor thoughts, since they implied the woman were not paying attention.  No, the woman meant that Myst should literally take a seat.  Reaching to the side, Myst took one of the seats and picked it up, placing it in her lap and effectively sandwiching herself between the seat she had taken and the seat she was taking. </em>"Thank you!"<em>[/color] she said, since it never hurt to be polite.<br/><br/>When the woman asked whether or not she had questions, she shook her head.  Asking questions prior to the end of a briefing was rude, and she was not a rude person.  People who were rude to those who gave them assignments were commies.  Or mutants.  Or traitors.  Probably some combination of all three.<br/><br/>She smiled to herself for having seen through the Orange-woman's test to root out mutant commie traitors.</em>