#( welcome to the vandelay campus ) // main hi-fi rush verse.

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NEWHIRE || closed, with @redgentleengie.

"JUST MAKING sure to remind you, Ma'am," a diligent voice spoke. "The escort's on its way to your office, as we speak– just as ordered, one SBR-001 and one registered human... estimated time of arrival is one-point-five minutes."

"Copy that—" a more commanding one called. "Already have my eyes on them, so I'll be taking it from here. Starting from their arrival, I expect consistent status reports throughout the hour. Are we all clear?"

Of course, a chorus soon erupted from the robotic VA-SER units before her: "We follow, Miss Korsica!"

As the burst of enthusiasm filled the air, the woman in question smirked with approval. "Just what I like to hear. Thanks for your hard work, everyone– let's keep this up."

Indeed, it was about time things got rolling. On a nearby hard-light surveillance screen, the pair of blips marking the escort were quickly making their ascent towards the office. With a sharp breath, she rose from her seat behind a trio of monitors, taking a warm mug of decaf coffee in one hand, and a page-filled clipboard in the other.

After a quick sip, and an equally quick skim of the documents' details, she slipped the mug back onto its coaster. She soon straightened herself, and got moving; her white leather boots calmly clattered against the stairs leading down to the center of the dome-shaped room, as she pulled off some small shoulder stretches on the way there.

She briefly loosened her posture, and exhaled... Back straight. Neck adjusted. Legs and feet standing shoulder width.

...only for nothing but silence to follow for the next minute. Odd. Another glance at one of the overhead displays informed her the marker-blips were indeed at the front of the office door, and– and staying still? "Ehm... someone tell me, what's keeping them?"

"Ah, uh... sorry, Ma'am, it's— ah, it's gotta be here—" Another VA-SER unit stammered a little, hurriedly pressing a few buttons on their assigned dashboard. Soon, a new display blinked to life in Korsica's full view, indeed showing the front door to the office...

"–it's the sign, Ma'am." The camera feed tilted back up to highlight the culprit. A pair of notice boards loomed over the entryway, shining with a blazing neon-pink background to yellow lettering: 'DO NOT DISTURB! Knock on my door and you're getting transferred!' 'Head of Security: Korsica' The woman felt her expression fall a little flat, as her free hand flew over to the bridge of her nose in frustration. Of course it still had to be there, on the one day where she— ah, well. "Alright, okay. Go ahead and get that door open...!"

...Regardless of that, she was quick to resume her previous posture upon hearing the familiar hiss and slide of the mechanical doors. The arrivals were just as she expected– an SBR unit, and for the first time in ages, the latest human to join the company. Upon thanking the former for their diligence, and dismissing them... finally, there came the time for pleasantries.

"So... 'Jonathan Ironwright,' I take it? Congratulations on passing the application process, and welcome to Vandelay Technologies— or, in the least, its very own Security Division," she grinned, raising a hand to shake in greetings.

"I'm Korsica, Head of Security... and unless my reading skills have deceived me for the past few weeks now, sifting through all those documents," she chuckled dryly, tapping a knuckle to the clipboard as if to chastise it, "you are our new Personnel Technician."

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The woman felt a gentle smirk come through at Jonathan's eager call, followed by an easy breath of relief. Out the gate, it was helpful to know he was driven. Only time would tell, however, if he carried enough responsibility to bring that drive to sensible ends...

"No need to be so straight-laced about it—" she assured, still ironically stone-faced. "You've already proven much by being able to get this position. If there's anything you want to show me here, that can be done through your work... and speaking of your work, it's about time I gave you the briefing on what exactly that is.

With that, the woman's gaze turned to her clipboard, as she began to scan back over each of the lines of the frontmost document. With her brows lowered and her face looking less stern now, she turned back to her desk, finally slipping it down next to her keyboard.

"Now... I'm sure the offer opened up to you provided at least some insight as to what you'd be doing. I can safely say, however, that there's much more to your position than merely keeping an eye on our fellow robotic personnel—..."

As she said this, Korsica began pacing her way back over to the front door of the office, lifting a hand to press a few buttons on the keypad. While the door finally hissed open once more, she turned to face Jonathan, hands still diligently held behind her back.

"—thus, in order to elucidate you, I'll be bringing you around our division, alongside the other company sectors that we're affiliated with, and some parts of the Vandelay campus."

Another beat soon followed... but she soon snickered, beckoning the newhire towards the door. And... was that a proper smile on her face?

"...Well? I can attest that getting around the building isn't as complicated as it looks... or feels, really. Now, come on! The platforms outside will be easy enough to step around, at least."

Vandelay Technologies.

What more was there to say? The company was at the forefront of the industry, and for good reason; it was actively working to make a difference in the world. Walking through the towering, bright lobby, it was as exciting now as it had been on application for the job.

He hadn't expected to get the job, honestly, when the notice went out that applications were being accepted for the first time in years. Building its own staff, it was mostly self-sufficient... and that was the crux of his application. Building robot staff was great for grunt work, but the maintenance and oversight of these bots, however advanced, needed to be run by a human. Artificial intelligence was incredible, and basically sentient at this point. But there would always be nuance that only a human could grasp and manage, and make the right call.

He was accepted, and placed in the Security division. Asking around about his new boss, there were mixed opinions on Miss Korsica, but there was no denying she had a strong sense of justice, and was as competent at her job as she was devoted to the company and its ideals.

Escorted to her office, Jonathan was faced with an enormous "Do Not Disturb" sign that flew in the face of everything he'd been prepared for up until now. He checked that he had the date and time of his appointment correct- even though he'd practically memorized it at this point- and pondered what to do. His escort was as confused as he, which made him feel better. Perhaps some issue had come up that she needed to sort out?

He made a small sigh of relief as the doors hissed open at last- it couldn't have been more than a couple minutes, but somehow it felt like hours- and at last they met. Her pose was fitting of a security head: upright and straight without being stiff, her stance showed she was in control and ready for anything, without thinking herself above those she interacted with. While his own posture was fine, Jonathan was amused to find himself straightening up a little all the same.

"Thank you very much, ma'am," he replied, smiling as he gave her a firm handshake. "I am looking forward to helping Vandelay make the world a better place for all its customers."