Quackscot

Lucas and Jonathan break out into satisfied smiles in response to the raucous reception, but they hadn't even begun to consider the full ramifications of this little reveal.

While it certainly isn't a challenge to find out what organization a given person is associated with, to be so completely blasé about stating such a... Name is a feat. Also, while blatantly displaying as much wealth as they are with the way they are dressed, as well as doing it so publicly and with such a cavalier attitude, they're bound to attract attention from several unsavory types.

Well, not exclusively unsavory people, at least. For instance, Mark had the stream playing in the background for amusement while working on something else, and ever since the name was announced, he hasn't stopped laughing yet. Josephine has begun to worry if he's going to hurt himself at this rate. The poor designer he was having a meeting with has absolutely no idea how they should be reacting at this point.

Regardless, back in the Department of Villainous Organizations, their laughter has finally dwindled down into just a few lingering chuckles. Once Miss Chievous fills in the amusing name, she slaps her paperwork down directly on top of the form Lucas was just in the middle of signing. His superior strength means that even with her not holding back any force whatsoever, she doesn't make him falter in the slightest bit.

"You know, the more time I spend around you two, the more fun you guys turn out to be. I'm looking forward to seeing where your base is gonna be, heheh." As Miss Chievous drops this foreboding line, Jonathan fearfully shudders.

Mikah has started laughing again, but as for why or due to who, only he knows.

Doing his best to ignore Miss Chievous, Lucas scribbles the last signature he needs to make for the immediate future, then finally stands up with the fully completed clipboard of laborious legal literature.

Taking the torturous treatise of technicalities to the technological staff surrogate, Lucas sighs as it scans systematically through his scorned signatures of suffering.

While Lucas is busy being over-dramatic, Mikah chuckles with a soft smile, continuing to text some of his work-friends to start planning out their volleyball team name. Talk about counting your chickens before they hatch.

Once the service bot has gone over each and every page from the large pile of documents that Lucas handed over, it sorts out the alliance agreements in alphabetical order and places them together into an otherwise empty folder.

"Would you like copies for your own filing purposes, Mr. President Lynn?" When the service bot suddenly addresses him, Lucas is briefly startled from it abruptly speaking up after being quiet for so long. That surprise is promptly overridden by being delighted with his new title, though.

His knee-jerk reaction is not wanting to bother with filing, but before he so much as formulates a clear thought along those lines, he realizes he probably should get copies for everything.

"Er, uh, yes, of course. Thank you." Smooth as ever, Lucas now gets to enjoy waiting for the service bot to head over to photo-copy every. Single. Page.

Turns out, waiting for an outdated robot to slowly scan massive documents one little paper at a time is nearly as painful as it was to fill out said forms in the first place.

'...Could I just smash the barricade down and go over to do the copies myself?'

Mikah snorts out a bit of laughter after hearing this, turning to face him with a greatly amused smile.

"I'd advise against it. I somehow doubt it would be terribly supportive of finishing filing your organization afterward." After Mikah says this, he brings a hand up to cover his mouth while he fights to resist the urge to laugh at the mental imagery, although he lets a few more chuckles slip. He doesn't doubt for even a moment that Lucas both could and would go through with it.

Lucas's sulky whine doesn't do much to sober Mikah's amusement.

Understanding that staring at the slow-motion service bot going about its task won't speed things up any, Lucas decides he should at least strike a cool pose for his admiring fan in the meantime. He leans his back against the clear barricade separating him from the busy bot, keeping his left leg straight to support most of his weight while he bends his right leg to rest his heel against the wall, only leaving the tip of his shoe resting on the ground.

Waiting with his arms crossed for a short time, his boredom overcomes his desire for maximum cool factor, leading to him pulling out his phone to begin meme research.

Not very far into his search, he discovers the outpouring of hot fresh humor featuring the recently coined Mikah & Willy 4 panel meme. Immediately all about it, Lucas drops his posturing entirely to go over and show some of his favorites to Mikah, earning quite a bit of laughter.

"Goodness, you should show him too. I have a feeling my office is going to be wallpapered in printouts of these by the time I get back, at the rate they're being made. Hah, I'll send you a pic of it if they really do." Taking Mikah's suggestion to heart, Lucas storms over to awaken the once-again-napping pup to show him his internet fame.

At first, Willy gives him the stink eye for being disturbed, but seeing Lucas excitedly holding his phone where he can see it, it isn't long before Willy notices the cause of Lucas's enthusiasm.

Sitting up for a better look, in short order Willy's tail is wagging happily, similarly amused. Miss Masher is also leaning over to look, laughing along with Lucas.

Needless to say, the amusement occurring on the next bench over attracts Miss Chievous's interest. Pulling her attention away from Jonathan's techno-music-fueled pharmaceutical farming, she darts over to sit at the edge of the meme-viewing bench. Leaning heavily against Lucas's chest with absolutely no respect for personal space, she begins laughing along as well within a few seconds.

Between what Mikah said and the occasional snippets of conversation the bench group makes between laughs, the live-stream viewers realize just what they're looking at. This, of course, leads to an even more frenzied new wave of production, to the delight of everyone involved.

After Lucas spends a not-insignificant amount of time in the meme-zone, eventually, the service bot had finished its lengthy task. A manila folder now contains the freshly minted copies, resting on top of the clipboard holding a new, albeit much smaller, set of forms. The service bot had also carefully placed the pen on top of the clipboard this time, aware that it had been forcefully unattached.

"...Mr. President Lynn? Please finalize your organization's roster, as this is referenced independently from founding members." Once the service bot notices Lucas's location, it continues through with making its request, pushing the laden clipboard through the corresponding gap of its transparent barricade.

Lucas stuffs his phone into Miss Masher's hands mid-scroll, pushes Miss Chievous out of his way while barely holding back his strength enough to avoid hurting her, then gets up to head over to claim said clipboard.

Lucas takes the clipboard over to heavily sit down next to Jonathan, promptly dumping the folder of copied documentation in his lap to get it out of his way. Jonathan merely grunts a vague acknowledgment, attention still directed toward hunting down a blinking apparition for consumption.

The clipboard now bears a much more manageable 3 sheets of paper, covered with a series of lines with 'Name' and 'Title' above them.

'Ha, high expectations for me, three pages worth of members? Guess all those alliances made it seem like we'd be bigger than we are, huh.'

In much higher spirits with such a straightforward task, Lucas neatly prints out the requested information. Once he's written down 'Lucas W. Lynn - President' and 'Jonathan J. Lynn - Vice President', he looks over at Willy. Well, leans forward to try to look past Miss Chievous at Willy.

"Hey buddy, two questions." Lucas pauses a moment before continuing, waiting to make sure he has Willy's attention. "You want a formal-sounding name for the official paperwork, like, say, William E. Lynn vs Willy Lynn, and second, you want your title to be Head of Logistics?" As Lucas gets his question out, Willy stops for a few seconds, seriously considering the questions.

Satisfied with the given options, Willy barks once, waits a moment, then barks one more time to indicate two separate answers.

"You got it, buddy." Lucas grins as he leans back, filling out the agreed information on Willy's part. Miss Chievous and Miss Masher both chuckle, and Mikah has a small smile.

"H-hey! Don't forget Mr. Quacks!" Without looking away from his phone, Jonathan makes sure Lucas remembers the most important member of the entire organization.

"I wouldn't dare forget! He's our mascot!" Lucas continues filling out Mr. Quacks's line right after Willy's without even missing a beat, and then finally gets around to Clarissa. He starts off with filling out the title as 'Receptionist Secretary' but then realizes he doesn't know how to spell it out.

Standing with a sigh, he heads over toward her. She has frozen in place, holding her breath even, intently watching his every move, all while staring up at him.

'...Why'd she gotta go and make it weird?'

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Lucas kills this chapter: 0

Lucas total kills: 7

Lucas deaths this chapter: 0

Lucas total deaths: 10

Lucas current GDV: 9.14 (+.04 net change)

Lucas's fame level: 3* (Beyond just local, viral meme tier)

Lucas's hero suspicion level: 1.5* (Only highly paranoid people)

Jonathan kills this chapter: 0

Jonathan total kills: 5

Jonathan deaths this chapter: 0

Jonathan total deaths: 2

Jonathan current GDV: 2.07 (+.01 net change)

Jonathan's fame level: 2* (Mostly just local)

Jonathan's hero suspicion level: 1* (Only highly paranoid people)

Supervillain social circle size: 11

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Little character theater:

Jonathan, building up an impressive score in this game as well: Ooh, can I cap it again?

Willy, particularly pleased with his official business title: Bark!

Lucas, desperately wishing he could have just asked 427 how to spell her name instead of having to actually interact with Clarissa: Why are you like thisss...

427, amused as always by Lucas's suffering: 'Bet you wish you actually kept that resume from her, don't you?'

Author, stifling laughter: I may or may not have wanted to write out Willy's middle name, and may or may not have wanted to have it be a certain rare archaic English name like a certain namesake canonically has.

Mr. Quacks, pleased to be the mascot, but also kinda jealous of what a fancy title Willy got: Quack...