Thursday Banshee
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lavandarlizard2I'm almost scared to post this... O.O It's been less than a month - I don't want anyone keeling over from the shock. ^___^
Quatre apparently blinked because I am back on track with no backchat from him. ^___^ I have high hopes for the next post.
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
Ever wish that you could be a kid again? With no responsibilities, no worries; secure in the knowledge that your parents or caregivers will handle anything important? I do, sometimes. It usually happens when I'm up against something involving Humans, and I begin to get the unsettling feeling that I have no idea what I'm doing. Like now.
I sighed, rolled my eyes at myself and made the damn call.
Ms Cranky Badger wasn't in today. Of course not; why would this be easy? So, I tried my best to explain Ovalia's concerns to the duty officer. I think his name was Wallace, but he sounded like a mouse; tiny and squeaky and frightened. He flat out refused to butt heads with the “wizard on scene” and said he didn't have the authority to make any changes.
Wonderful. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and sighed heavily, phone on 'mute', and then took it off and said, “Can you at least contact Ovalia and talk to her? She's been very helpful with the demon and she's not the hysterical type.”
“Oh, my... I don't think I have the authority for that... Ms Wildomar is in charge of the demon and I certainly don't want to challenge her judgment! I'm sorry; you'll have to take this up with Ms Cranky Badger.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Fine. When will Cranky Badger be back?”
“She's on leave at the moment and due back on Monday.”
Crap, crap and triple crap.
“Okay. Can you leave her a message to check on the demon, please? I'm in the middle of a high-profile deadline thing.”
A disturbing silence followed, then he said, “I guess I can do that...”
I figured I should quit while I was ahead. “Super! Thanks a bunch!” I chirped and hung up.
I closed my eyes again and held my breath for a count of twenty this time. Where the fuck did *that* guy come from?! How could he possibly be left in charge? Then I slapped myself mentally and sternly ordered us to stop assuming stuff about Humans. Just because one person projects themselves as a ditz does not mean they really are. Maybe Wallace had never been in charge before – there's got to be a first time for everyone.
I took a few deep breaths, stretched a bit and called Ovalia back.
“Ovalia, I've got a problem on this end. Cranky Badger is on leave through the weekend and the RP appears to be a first-timer and scared to make any decisions. Can you and Farq hang on over the weekend?”
“Oh... damn. I suppose so...” she replied slowly. “I just worry about him. He's a really sweet guy, for a demon.”
“I know; totally born into the wrong species, but he is and that seems to be the only choice. Tell him to stay low and if anything gets ugly --” She snorted derisively. “Okay, *uglier*, then call me and I'll... I'll... I'll do something. Don't know what, but something!”
She gave another, more amused snort. “I'm really sorry, but you know how these Human things work.”
“Oh yeah. Murphy again. Take care.”
I hung up and stretched some more. Not for one moment did I imagine this would ride over the weekend, but I figured if I tried my best to ignore it, maybe it wouldn't find me again until then. Cowardly, yeah, but I'm running out of time on my real project.
Speaking of which, I needed to finish up here in a couple of hours, so that I could go home and clean up before meeting Ctik. Maybe have a drink, too.
Quatre apparently blinked because I am back on track with no backchat from him. ^___^ I have high hopes for the next post.
BFB – Part 104 – Freaky
Ever wish that you could be a kid again? With no responsibilities, no worries; secure in the knowledge that your parents or caregivers will handle anything important? I do, sometimes. It usually happens when I'm up against something involving Humans, and I begin to get the unsettling feeling that I have no idea what I'm doing. Like now.
I sighed, rolled my eyes at myself and made the damn call.
Ms Cranky Badger wasn't in today. Of course not; why would this be easy? So, I tried my best to explain Ovalia's concerns to the duty officer. I think his name was Wallace, but he sounded like a mouse; tiny and squeaky and frightened. He flat out refused to butt heads with the “wizard on scene” and said he didn't have the authority to make any changes.
Wonderful. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and sighed heavily, phone on 'mute', and then took it off and said, “Can you at least contact Ovalia and talk to her? She's been very helpful with the demon and she's not the hysterical type.”
“Oh, my... I don't think I have the authority for that... Ms Wildomar is in charge of the demon and I certainly don't want to challenge her judgment! I'm sorry; you'll have to take this up with Ms Cranky Badger.”
I rubbed my forehead. “Fine. When will Cranky Badger be back?”
“She's on leave at the moment and due back on Monday.”
Crap, crap and triple crap.
“Okay. Can you leave her a message to check on the demon, please? I'm in the middle of a high-profile deadline thing.”
A disturbing silence followed, then he said, “I guess I can do that...”
I figured I should quit while I was ahead. “Super! Thanks a bunch!” I chirped and hung up.
I closed my eyes again and held my breath for a count of twenty this time. Where the fuck did *that* guy come from?! How could he possibly be left in charge? Then I slapped myself mentally and sternly ordered us to stop assuming stuff about Humans. Just because one person projects themselves as a ditz does not mean they really are. Maybe Wallace had never been in charge before – there's got to be a first time for everyone.
I took a few deep breaths, stretched a bit and called Ovalia back.
“Ovalia, I've got a problem on this end. Cranky Badger is on leave through the weekend and the RP appears to be a first-timer and scared to make any decisions. Can you and Farq hang on over the weekend?”
“Oh... damn. I suppose so...” she replied slowly. “I just worry about him. He's a really sweet guy, for a demon.”
“I know; totally born into the wrong species, but he is and that seems to be the only choice. Tell him to stay low and if anything gets ugly --” She snorted derisively. “Okay, *uglier*, then call me and I'll... I'll... I'll do something. Don't know what, but something!”
She gave another, more amused snort. “I'm really sorry, but you know how these Human things work.”
“Oh yeah. Murphy again. Take care.”
I hung up and stretched some more. Not for one moment did I imagine this would ride over the weekend, but I figured if I tried my best to ignore it, maybe it wouldn't find me again until then. Cowardly, yeah, but I'm running out of time on my real project.
Speaking of which, I needed to finish up here in a couple of hours, so that I could go home and clean up before meeting Ctik. Maybe have a drink, too.
