"The world is in a constant flux. There is always room for change. We are the ones who will make that change. Join the Freedom Fighters and you can be the change!... Come on, Mayoi. That sounds so corny. Can't you think of something better?"
Mitsuko threw the script to the ground, visibly dissatisfied with the inscription imprinted on it. Crossing her arms, she looked to the large screen in front of her, staring down the apparent occupant within it with a stern glare. "Well? We can't exactly go public with this garbage. Gonna fix it?" Mitsuko asked, becoming more impatient by the second. "Give me a break, Boss... You don't just come up with propaganda speeches overnight. We're trying our damn hardest. I mean look. Me and the boys pulled an all-nighter just to think of that. We're exhausted." A disgruntled man of thirty-four stated in protest. A muffled "We even made posters already!" could be heard in the background, to which Mitusko utterly ignored. "If you have the energy to make excuses, then you have the energy to come up with better ideas... Fine. I'll give you a week for the next manuscript. Be done by then, k?" Mitsuko asked, teasingly while pressing the oval button on the bottom left-hand corner of the screen. "Wai-" was all Mayoi could manage before the monitor flickered off.
Feeling satisfied, Mitsuko let out a deep sigh and landed abruptly into her chair. The chair gave a slight roll in response, before stopping as it landed against the meeting table behind her. 'Seriously, though. As the world moves forward, my plans always seem to take a step backward.' Mitsuko contemplated the thought for a few moments, before finally losing interest. 'Rather... Where the hell are those deadbeats? They're all late.' Mitsuko quickly shifted her attention to her watch. With a complimentary twitch of the eye, she leered at the large hand of the clock as it slowly but surely began to tick away the minutes. 'Seriously! Where are they? I even took the liberty of wearing my beret.' Mitsuko sulked to herself as she patted her beret, making sure that it was nice and neat, while using the blacked out monitor screen as a makeshift mirror.
Mitsuko's ears perked at the sound of something colliding with the briefing room doors. Quickly spinning her chair around, Mitsuko accidentally knocked her beret off with her hand. "A-a-a-ah! It'll get dirty!" Mitsuko cried out, stumbling to pick the beret up and replacing it haphazardly on her head. Not to her knowledge, the beret was now slouching to the left, threatening to fall off once more. "Y-You idiots! Do you even know how late you are?!" Mitsuko exclaimed, making a poor attempt at covering up her fumble.
Upon noticing that it was only Yui who walked in, Mitsuko instantly regained her composure. "Yo, Yui! Have you been adapting well to our headquarters?" Mitsuko asked with interest, resting her chin on top of her intercrossed fingers, while simultaneously leaning against the table on her elbows. Despite the fact that they were supposed to be having a briefing at the time, Mitsuko simply couldn't give up an opportunity to talk with Yui alone. Unless the others actually show up, that is...