Designated Doodler

The majority of people traveling to work usually interact with a car, an elevator, and a secretary but that wasn't the case for the submersive six. Only they were "fortunate" enough to have a trip to the office that involved a submarine. The job lasted three months during the summer break and typically attracted university types. Sure the site was off the coast and adjacent to the university, but the reason college kids signed up wasn't because of proximity. No, you'd have to have a still developing brain to be daring enough to sign the final non-disclosure document and suit up to go under. What awaited you at your office was a pitch black abyss, inhabited only by the creatures that evolved in order to survive there, which apparently meant surrendering their attractiveness. But who needs good looks when you're in the dark? Case in point Each year the station moved to another section of the grid. Professor Kiln had a well worn map hung above his desk...

He was a square man sitting at a square table. His hair was neatly slicked back with what one could assume was a measured squirt of high quality hair gel. His shoes were neatly shined as they were every Tuesday and Thursday and his geometrical red tie neatly disappeared beneath two black lapels. Approximately a half an hour had gone by since Neven sat down at the imitation oak table to sip from, what felt like, a half empty cappuccino. He doesn't use cream and forgot to tell them not to leave room. Which was unlike Neven. He didn't forget things often. His life was remarkably un-remarkable. --- Carlie was fresh out of college. Staring down the barrel of the next forty or fifty work years of her life. It felt daunting to say the least. The only reason she came to this coffee shop was because it is the least scummy place to be in this general area...and she didn't mind the scent of freshly ground coffee beans. The twenty-something had both hands cupped around a half...