Azzy
Azzy woke up to the sound of his alarm clock playing the Hatikva, and calmly listened to the sound with a blank face. He took the time to stretch and rub the tired feeling from his eyes. He slid out of his bed with a grunt and trudged towards his modest closet, filled with patterned dress shirts, colorful vests and suit jackets, and semi-normal suit pants. Azzy quickly got dressed in his favorite outfit; A kaleidoscope-square patterned dress shirt, a tweed vest, gray dress-pants, and a warm coat with fur lining to fight off the New York chill. Lastly, he picked up a Kippah and smoothed it onto his head.

"Oy va'avoy..." He groaned, cracking his back before putting on a smile and walking out of his room, towards the kitchen. Grabbing a coffee cup and packed breakfast that was already set out for him and the other kids, Azzy ran out the door and to his motorcycle, off towards Medella Industries.

When the young CHRO arrived at the top floor-15 mintues early- he went immediately to his office and began eating his breakfast, waiting for the others to arrive.

'I wonder when Ach-Milo will arrive...'

Tally

Tally arrived at Medella Industries at the same time as many others, going up the cramped elevator until she reached the top floor, where only she and Mr. Sarco stepped out. She made a quick detour to Mr. Azzy's office, calling a soft, "Boker Tov!" To the man, who smiled and waved back, replying in kind. Tally, upon noticing the young man was prone to outbursts in his native tongue, looked up a few simple phrases to try and make the CHMO feel more comfortable and relaxed; Good Morning was one of them. In the past year that she's worked on the top floor, this has come to be routine in the mornings.

Tally went to her desk and turned on her inscent burner on, placing one of the wax cubes on the top. She smiled kindly at the dour Mr. Sarco as he sat at his desk two spots to her right.

Jonathan

"Damn brats polluting the air with those stupid smelling candles." Jonathan grumbled as the woman smiled at him. He glared back. He remembered the good ol' when it smelled of fine cigars and fresh newspapers; now it smelled like lavender and pansies. He growled and hunched over his desk, filing another report to the CHMO about the stupid incents messing with his ability to work.

He didn't expect it to work anymore than it did any other time.

Maximiliano

Max set his briefcase neatly on the side of his desk, in a perfect 90 degree angle. He was careful not to scratch or scuff the leather. He looked through his planner for a bit and noticed there wasn't anything he needed to tend to immediately, so he got up and decided he was going to make himself coffee in the lounge room. On his way there he said hello to the workers that had already arrived. He looked at Tally especially and took a brief stop. After all, there was no rush to get coffee.

“I love the incense, they're very relaxing. It almost smells like a flower we had back in my home country. Grew so plentiful by my Nana's garden...it was called...” He paused and smiled and waved his hand. No name came to mind. “It's been such a long time, buried in the back of my mind somewhere.”

Jeffrey

When Jeffrey booted up his computer he was immediately reminded, yet again, that he couldn't get to reddit and his favorite community forum from the office. He sat in his chair angrily and crossed his arms. To make matters worse, he looked at Taleitha when he came in, and smiled, well at least tried to, and she just ignored him. Jeff scavenged deep in his bag he used in high school and pulled out his trusted fedora. He put it on and pulled it over his head as he logged in. So much for being a nice guy. He glanced over at where Taleitha sat and saw her talking with Max million or whatever the hell his name was. Oh that's right, girls only like bad guys. Sure, he seemed really nice or whatever but he wasn't a real gentleman. Jeff didn't want to even try asking her out because he knew he was going to get friendzoned anyway. He let out an irritated groan as he pressed rather aggressively on the keyboard.

Owen

Owen washed cool water over his face and stared into the mirror. He had just gotten to work thirty minutes ago and already spilled some coffee on his pants. Not cool at all, Owen, not cool at all. Even though they were dark brown, it still looked like he peed himself. He took a towel and started wiping at the area vigorously until the towel started shredding. “Gosh...danggit!” He hesitantly growled under his breath.

Owen got out of the bathroom and decided to go back to the lounge. Thankfully nobody grabbed his drink while he was gone. He took a seat and flipped through a hip magazine. Well, it was issued in 2011...but it was the best he could do right now. There had to be some valuable information he could gain from it.

"Best selling apps...angry birds and words with friends. It's all the rage..." Owen stroked his chin. "I wonder if it's for the PC. Hope it doesn't give me a virus..."

Milo

"You should have been there Lulu...I mean I know your not a fan of Prog Indie Goth and Bubblegum electronic but it was amazing!" Milo clutched onto his best friend's leg as he laid on the floor, as truly cool guys are wont to do. Milo had just gotten to work and he was already tired of it. Work was a strain not only on the body, but the soul, and Milo didn't need anymore stress digging deep into his cranial spirit, man "Hey do you think my main man Jeffrey is here yet?" Milo rolled onto his back and questioned his true pal, however Lulu just shrugged and turned back to her computer. It was typical, Lulu wasn't the type to rile people up on purpose, however Milo was a different brand of rad.

He got up off the floor and dusted himself off "Well you can stay here and be boring all day, I'm gonna go find my soul brother." Milo walked off in search for Jeffrey, and after two long, painstakingly devastating minutes, he found him "Hey cutie" Milo said rather aggressively, clinging onto Jeffrey protectively "How's your butthole hangin' sweetie?"
Lulu

Lulu was never the kind of girl to outright destroy a person, not like Milo. His attempts at getting to Jeffrey with, what she liked to call, "absolute gay no-homo terror"....or perhaps that was the title of her next underground hit? If it isn't it should be, just edgy enough to draw in the youth yet subtle enough in it's promises of not only love, but pure adrenaline. It would be a love ballad for sure, with heavy glam rock vibes and touches of Hardcore Rap and Pop-Metal. For sure it would be different than anything she tried before, how would the death metal screams mix with the preteen dubstep beat? Well, no one ever got anywhere without taking a couple risks.

Lulu stopped her current thoughts, and thus the narration, to write down a couple lines for her next hit underground single, "Is This Absolute Gay No-Homo Terror (or Am I Falling in Love With Your Sick Beat?)"

After a couple minutes, Lulu finished writing a couple lines and decided to take a break, forgetting about her previous reflections on Milo and Jeffrey, which was actually not to bad since she didn't know where she was going with that anyway. Lulu contemplated the cold, unnerving meaning of working an office job and selling your soul to the government masters that were green and frail, dead presidents and crumpled wads of paper in the warm pockets of the youth just waiting to be traded away for something frivolous, an ice cream cone or an action figure. "I need....some coffee to escape...this concrete hell" Lulu muttered to herself, then got up and slowly, but coolly, shuffled her way towards the lounge.

It was there that she spotted Owen. Lulu wouldn't have talked to him, had she not noticed the magazine in his hands. She made her way towards him and snatched the magazine right out of the older, less cool, man's hands "Woah....how...vintage....retro chic even....to bad it's mainstream shit," She crumpled up the magazine and tossed it in the trash, then looked at Owen "Did you....piss on yourself? That's so....nonconformist"
Sadie

Sadie had already been at the offices long before anyone else. In fact, there was even a rumor that her peppy behavior causes her to sleep in the offices overnight, but that was completely unproven and if another rumor like that floats around her lawyer would have to get involved for the blatant slander on her name. However, she wasn't blaming anyone for this rumor, especially not that jealous asshole Jennifer interning on the 17th floor.

Nevertheless, Sadie was at the office bright and early, however she didn't really think anyone noticed. In fact, she was certain that no one noticed. She had watched Owen walk out of the bathroom with that weird brown pee stain and he didn't say anything. She watched Tally turn on her incenses and she didn't say anything. She literally stood in Jonathan's office for 30 minutes and he didn't say a word. However, it was hard to tell with him, he probably couldn't see or hear her since he was so old and generally close to death.

Despite that, Sadie put on her peppiest smile and walked through the office as if she hadn't a care in the world. She walked past Jeffrey's office and noticed his boyfriend was with him, so she didn't try to disturb him. Plus the whole "hanging butthole" thing really got to her. Instead, she headed over to Tally's office and tried to insert herself into the conversation about flowers with Maximiliano "Ha! Flowers! I love Flowers! Love 'em! I eh.....back when I was younger I uh..." Oh shoot, Sadie didn't know a damn thing about flowers, she sat around awkwardly, somewhat upset with herself but refusing to leave. She felt like a burden on society, much like that jealous asshole Jennifer interning on the 17th floor who she knows stole her cute pink flower hair clip she could have totally used to join the conversation fuck you Jennifer.

Azzy
Having already become bored with the paperwork in his office, Azzy walked out his door and towards the bullpen. He passed Mr. Max and Tally, who had just been joined by Sadie. The fragrance hit his nose and he paused momentarily to take in the familiar scent. Azzy loved lavender; His mother always grew and crushed lavender to add scents to the house, and she always seems to have at least one stalk with her.

He passed Ach-Milo, who was once again torturing that fedora fellow- Azzy still never learned his name do to the man's antisocial and frankly rude remarks; Azzy stayed away- and paused when he heard paper being crumpled. He looked over to see Lulu toss Owen's magazine in the trash. With a frown, Azzy took a step towards the two to try and figure out the problem-

"There you are!"

-Maybe not.

Tally
"I'm sure that you'll find that memory at some point, Mr. Max." Tally smiled at the older man. "I'd recommend some great meditation techniques that I've developed, if you're willing to listen. Scents are so important and can even trigger memories, so if you remember this flower-"

"Ha! Flowers! I love Flowers! Love 'em! I eh.....back when I was younger I uh..." Tally briefly let the shock come over her face before she once again schooled her expression to that of calm interest. She hadn't even seen the young intern walk up to her cubicle, and her exuberance in the otherwise calm atmosphere was a bit of a jolt.

"Did you pick them?" She asked with a small smile. "We didn't have flowers at my apartment, but I would take walks in the park and sit on the bench with the most flowers around them. Sometimes I'd pick them and keep them in my hair." Tally's smile grew a little. "Flowers are wonderful, don't you agree Mr. Max?" She asked the man, hoping he would join in in saving the young intern from embarrassment.

Jonathan
"There you are!" Jonathon called out to his CHRO. "Mr. Medella! How long are you going to ignore my reports of this- this...pollution in the office!" Jonathan exclaimed to the bewildered young man. His voice was raised and his face was reddening, and he would draw attention without a doubt. Azeti raised his hands in a placating manner, giving Jonathan a small smile.

"Aw, Mr. Sarco it's not that bad. It's a calming scent and no one else has complained. Work hasn't dropped and we're actually ahead of schedule on most of our paperwor-"

"Listen here you little upstart, that pansy shit doesn't help anyone in this office. All it does is make me tired and pisses me off. If you-" He poked Azeti's chest and the younger man took a step back, his smile gone and a bewildered look in it's place. "-don't do something about it, I'm going to go straight your father. How do you think he'll feel that his own little bastard can't even get rid of some damn smelling candles to improve the work environment!? Hmm?"

Maximiliano

Tally was going to recommend some great meditation tips when she suddenly was interrupted by another co-worker. It was Sadie, a peppy young lady who Max didn't know much about, but sometimes she seemed to be a bit nervous. She started going on about flowers, but then looked like she was backing out of the conversation suddenly. He was sure the meditation talk with Tally wasn't going to come back up again, but it was alright, Max was too embarrassed to try something like crossing his legs and clasping his hands and chanting – he just wasn't that kind of guy.

Max smiled and agreed with Tally. “It's very true, flowers are natures most wonderful blessings. Which flowers are your favorite, Miss Sadie?”

Jeffrey

What. The. Freaking hell? Jeffrey wasn't sure how to respond, especially since he'd never been hit on by a guy before, because you know, he never hung out with the likes of gay guys. With a deep inhale he looked around cautiously hoping no one would see them, because you know he totally didn't swing that way. Of course maybe if Milo was a girl he'd consider, and he'd like to think Milo would look something like Lulu as a woman, and of course Asian women were pretty hot.

Much to his demise, one of the young and good looking co-workers, Sadie, was coming through the aisles and looked their direction. She seemed to catch on to that “How's your butthole hanging” remark and Jeffrey just wanted to DIE. He clenched his teeth and turned around to face his admirer.

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else, like, I don't know, someone who actually swings that way. Because I don't. I don't swing that way.”

He tried to sound as loud as possible, but it looked like nobody was really around anymore. Great.

Owen

Owen was surprised to find his magazine stolen right from his own hands, right when he was learning about internet subculture. It was answering his questions about what his son meant when he wouldn't stop saying “you mad bro?” a couple months ago, that was for sure. Owen's mouth hung open when he saw Lulu, who was much younger than him and hardly really associated with him. “Is there...something you want?” He began mumbling, but she had already turned around and threw his magazine in the trash. Uh, did he offend her in some kind of way? Owen was confused, but tried listening to her explanation about retro and mainstream “shit”, but he still didn't get it. Getting in touch with the hip and cool things might have been a lot harder than he thought.

“Did you....piss on yourself? That's so....nonconformist.”

Owen immediately got up from the couch and tensed up.

“I...I um...I didn't...”

He didn't want to stop and think about what nonconformist meant, but at the current moment in time he just felt really attacked and her tone didn't sound too welcoming.

"That wasn't...too nice of you...!"

Owen got a bit too emotional and teared up, turning around and running out of the lounge. He couldn't believe he just got bullied by someone young like that. It wasn't his fault he wasn't cool, but he at least tried to be.

On the way down the halls, he slowed down after noticing Johnathan and Azeti talking about something serious. And Johnathan was sure looking angry, even poking the guys chest and calling him a pansy. He wanted to go around them, but they were in the middle of the hallway. Besides he didn't want them to notice his tears. He turned around and looked at a framed painting on the wall, pretending he wasn’t there.