South Pole Lockdown

On November 27th, 2013 Mitchell Agroster, Club Penguin delegate for the South Pole Council, locked himself and the other delegates into the building in an attempt to increase productivity. Having for some time been on the agenda, Agroster's own "APOOSA," was the primary topic of discussion.

The following is a description of the events which transpired between the hours of 08:24 AM to 10:43 PM, 26-11-2013, in and around the council building.

Prologue: 6:24 AM
26-11-2013, 06:24 AM'''

Outside the council building, Mitchell Agroster entered the South Pole Council building. He was the first of the delegates to arrive, something not unexpected given his character. Approaching the front door, he reached for his keys, but seeing him through the door window, a janitor walked over and opened it for him from the inside. He thanked the janitor, then started towards the head secretary's office.

Opening the door with his keys, he entered the room and began making short calls. When he was finished, he got up and started walking towards the conference room. He went to his seat, sat down, and started to work quietly, alone, waiting for anyone else to arrive.

A while passed, and delegates slowly took their respective seats. They greeted one-another and exchanged banter, talking some about the current goings-on in the world, but mostly about the upcoming game of laser tag against a group of skuas. They had a game every Wednesday.

The delegates quieted down as Judge Xavier's mallet swipes rang through the chamber. The first order of business was the match, so kindly organized by Mitchell himself. He stood up from his desk and walked to the center of the room to address the collected officials.

"Hello, friends, colleagues, acquaintances," he began. "There will be no game today."

Voices of hushed confusion and mild outrage echoed off the walls of the room…

"Rather," he continued, "We are all going to sit down, and debate on the matter at hand. My, bill."

The voices grew louder…

"And, best of all," he kept on, "If you decide not to get anything done, then nothing will ever be done, again."

With flourish, he extracted a small remote from his jacket pocket and pushed it's main button. Everyone in the room went quiet. Only faint mechanical latching noises could be heard in the walls.

Agroster stood there. "You're all locked in. Better get to work!"

TO BE CONTINUED