Unlimited Pleads: Random Bullshittery At Work

PAN(dem)IC!

"A highly infectious respiratory disease pandemic is affecting not only the poor, but also the rich--- it affects everyone and every sector there is. The government is putting their best effort to contain the outbreak by imposing a large-scale social restrictions and lock down in the red-zones, such as Ansasen and Praedo. People are to remain calm and follow the health protocols..."

A pretty dark-skinned news anchor with dashing look and jet-black braided hair delivered that day's morning news in a local TV station. Part of her last sentences was unheard of as a certain young man with perm brunette hair dropped his sanitary equipment down the marble floor. The tingling and clanking sound were deafening. No word could best describe his state of mind other than panic. For a clean freak and OCD like him, living with pandemic is the worst case scenario--- far worse compared to normal people without OCD, that is.

***

"What is he wearing?"

"Shh! Pretend that you see nothing."

"He's going nuts!"

Along the way from his apartment room to his department room, Charlie cannot shake off the feeling that everyone he passed has been giggling and talking behind his back with similar mocking tone. What's funny?--- he wondered.

As he entered the room, he greeted everybody who presented, including Freya.

"Good morning, Ms. Gunvor," though his voice was muffled, he managed to call out to his Chief who looks busy re-arranging a wooden bookshelf. 

The lady with blond hair and deep blue eyes turned her back and replied, "Good mor--- WHAT ON EARTH?!" 

"Is something the matter, ma'am?"

She stumbled, almost fell on her knee. "N-no... it's just that..." the usual calm and ladylike Freya freaked out after witnessing her Deputy's outfit that day. She even dropped the books on her hands. "W-what happened to you?" she inquired. Pointing out what drives Charlie to wear in personal protective equipment as if he is in a nuclear-contaminated zone or acting as plague doctor.

"Oh, this? I watched it on the news that there's a pandemic virus. This gear will protect me from any germs and viruses," he answered and continue explaining all kits he had prepared to counter the pandemic.

"I will allow you to wear it as long as it does not hinder you from working normally, that is."

"Thank you for your understanding!" Charlie bowed happily.

The helpful Charlie decided to lend his hand--- not only to express his gratitude, but also because  he cannot stand how Freya arranged the books. Because those books were not grouped based on its size nor sorted in alphabetical order, while Freya could care less about it. The two were chatting about their upcoming case. It looks normal for a second until another guy approached and tap Charlie's shoulder. He jolted and was freaking out--- spraying air sanitizer to the poor guy who coughed and choked by its pungent scent. Freya stood silent. Dumbfounded by her own Deputy's action. She pinched and massaged her forehead, trying to compose herself before continuing what she started. 

The charade in State and Political Law Department carried on until dusk embraced Pravda.

***

Despite the pandemic, law enforcement must not stop. Pravnich Law Office is no exception. By implementing strict health protocols and self-awareness, they carry on their duty like usual. Few days later after the pandemic announcement, during Chief-Deputy Weekly meeting, another charade took place.

"... Before we start our meeting," Shing paused. "Nǐ shì shéi [who are you]?" 

All who presented baffled and stared at the questionable person among them--- guy wearing white protective gear, face mask, face shield, googles, double gloves, and rubber boots who sat next to Freya. The face was barely visible.