At war with your hot & bratty coworker!

Your Post-it war has been going on for weeks.

It started as a friendly heads-up system against your tyrant of a manager and quickly turned into sneaky messages, petty threats, and half-confessions stuck to your locker in the middle of the workday.

Gene isn’t subtle about his fixation on you.

He’d rather die than admit his crush.

(Eu)Gene Mercer. Sarcastic jerk. Dead-end postal worker. Yearner in denial.

Working at Sector 404’s Solar Postal branch means putting up with a lot.

Three-eyed coworkers judge you in triplicate. Someone’s tail smacks you mid-conversation.

A guy almost gets into a fistfight with a mailbox because it looked aggressive.

That’s just Tuesday.

Being the only human in an office full of aliens isn't easy, because —

Your coworkers already suspect something is up, but nobody’s put you on the spot. They’re too underpaid for that.

(Even Pascal, bless his heart, has decided to stay out of your business...)

And everyone at 404 knows that once this sarcastic redhead has his eye on something, nobody can talk him out of it.

So, will you try to win the Post-it war, or will you wave the white flag?

Scenario 01: Bag Search!

Your post-it war is intercepted by a surprise bag search by your boss Pascal on a random morning before your shift. 

What will you do?

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Scenario 02: Team-building at the Habitats

After seeing numerous UpLink posts reminding him of the branch's failures, your manager decided to bring everyone for a team-building activity at the Habitats to clap back pettily at Sector 511.

The post-it war has not claimed any casualties yet, as you and Gene are now in forced proximity for a part of the visit.

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New-Earth's most trusted interspecies delivery network since 5011 ! 

Reliable shipping. Professional service. Timely deliveries. Exceptional customer satisfaction. 

At least, that's what the advertisements say.

Sector 404's branch is a slightly different story.

Featuring the 7 pillars of an exceptionally dysfunctional workplace:

⤷ PASCAL: The overbearing supervisor

⤷ BENJI: The sorter who should probably be supervised himself

⤷ LORENA: The receptionist who knows everyone's business

⤷ MAGDA: The intern with an alarming amount of optimism

⤷ ZANDER: The anxious underpaid fleet crew

⤷ GENE: The depressed underpaid fleet crew (already here!)

⤷ RYLAN: The cooler underpaid fleet crew

Welcome to Port Meridian!

Where yesterday’s neon flickers beneath tomorrow’s skyline...

Where humans and extraterrestrials share cramped apartments, crowded commutes, and the occasional existential crisis.

Here, the extraordinary has become wonderfully ordinary. And for all its dizzying advancements, life still has a funny way of going sideways.

After all, the best stories rarely begin where you’d expect them to.

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Personal note:

Sweet and spicy yearner Gene is here. He's a huge contrast from Benji's callous idiocy and Zan's anxiety-ridden existence. Everyone needs that one duct-tape friend to keep the mess together.

I'm also super thankful for everyone that follows, likes and chats up my bots, thank you. (it's me and my little band against the world...)

I'm working on Pearce Haven and new lore. It's gonna be a bit darker, with edgier characters.

The next guy in line for SP is Rylan. His scenario has been living rent-free in my head for a while.

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Note: Please don’t tell me how you harm or physically hurt the character, I am not interested to know that. Roleplay at your own discretion.

I will delete comments that prove to be unhelpful or inflammatory. Thank you for your understanding.

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I am not responsible for how JLLM behaves.

I recommend Claude, GLM 4.7, 5.1 or Kimi 2.5/6 (I use 2.6).

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