Nicholas Wright
Human
Go on. Say 'what's all this then'. I DARE you.[A1i:4]
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Post by Nicholas Wright on Sept 8, 2010 16:56:27 GMT
Wright looked at the group, aware that each one had in their own way refused to clear up the mess.
"Well, I don't see how it's my fault!" Wright exclaimed, despite the fact it was entirely his fault. He'd lured the monster there. He'd even in a way designed the trap. In that his version was far more complicated and he'd told Hadrian to build it, and suddenly there'd been a much smoother working version in its place.
He turned to Myra, a little confused. "We have paperwork to do? I thought that had gone away now." He commented. By that, he meant everybody else did it so he didn't concern himself with it.
It sounded like that hadn't worked.
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on Sept 8, 2010 19:10:21 GMT
Hadrian sipped his tea and smirked, he tended to do his paperwork when he received it - meant he could get back to his tinkering faster.
"We need a janitor," he decided, no one wanted to clean dead insect demon goop up anymore, and Wright was getting notorious for this trick - he apparently enjoyed it very much or had seen far too many Warner Bros cartoons.
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on Sept 8, 2010 22:01:56 GMT
Eleri rolled her eyes and made herself another cup of tea. "Men." she muttered. She turned as Myra came in and spotted the mess, fresh brew in hand. "Join the club." She said, sipping her tea. "You want one?" She asked. She strolled over to her desk and picked up a highlighter. "Here." She said, tossing it to Myra. "You know, you're a star for doing that paperwork. I'd never have got it done by myself. Of course if someone" she shot a glance at Wright "didn't keep crashing the car and exploding giant insect-things all over the place, there wouldn't be so much of it."
She sighed. "Of course you don't see how it's your fault, nothing ever is." She remarked, half-jokingly. She sipped her tea again. "A janitor, huh?" she said to Hadrian. Good idea.... I'll have to look into hiring one."
As if he'd been waiting for his cue, a slightly shabby-looking man in his mid 40's appeared from one of the other doors that led into the main room. He took one look at the innards splattered all over the room and disappeared again, reappearing a few seconds later with a mop and bucket and began cleaning silently.
Eleri stared at him for a few seconds and then asked the inevitable: "Um... Sorry, but who are you?" The man stopped his cleaning and turned around to look at her. "I'm the janitor." he said simply, as though it was obvious, then went back to his cleaning. Eleri looked around at everyone else, completely bemused. "Um..."
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Post by Myra Everett on Sept 9, 2010 10:26:04 GMT
Myra's hand shot out and she caught the highlighter before it could smack her comically in the side of the face. She uncapsped the brightly coloured pen and highlighted a few parts of the articles on the file whilst responding,
"Tea would be wonderful right now, thank you."
After a couple of moments silent highlighting, she recapped the pen and ran a hand through her hair.
"It's not too much of a problem. At least... it's easier than it was a year ago." Before Myra had kicked everyone out of the filing room in exasperation and exited some hours later with a neat spreadsheet layout wallchart detailing when paperwork was due and who was to do it. Not that she expected it to be adhered to, and the station hadn't disappointed her. But usually hovering over someone's shoulder and glaring did the trick.
However, such tactics were useless with Wright. But Myra was silently confident that some day, between them, she and Eleri would bully him into doing the paperwork. Even if it was just once a year.
She doesn't look up from double checking the file as the man enters the room with a mop and bucket. But she does speak up in the ensuing confused silence.
"We have a janitor now?"
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on Sept 9, 2010 11:17:50 GMT
Hadrian stared at the man, rim of his mug resting against his lips - thankfully without the very hot tea within the vicinity, he blinked rapidly.
"Apparently so," he muttered, setting the mug down. Feeling a little like an ass for never noticing the guy until now he dragged out a fresh mug, "Uh, you want some tea?" he asked the Janitor hesitantly.
Wait, if he was the janitor, that meant he'd been cleaning - had he been touching his stuff?!!
(( Hadrian: DD8< *this is mah GRR face* ))
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on Sept 9, 2010 13:04:06 GMT
Eleri nodded and turned back to the tea-station to make Myra a cup. She spotted the chart the young woman was leaning over and smiled - it had been a good idea but it had never really taken hold and Eleri, while no doubt more organized than a lot of people, just didn't have Myra's OCD-like patience. She looked over at the janitor expectantly, waiting for him to answer Hadrian's question. As though he'd just noticed that he was being talked to, rather than about, the man paused in his mopping. "Nah," he replied, "I wanna get this mess off the floor afore it stains. Never seen anyone make as much mess as you lot." And then he went back to his cleaning. "Oh... fair enough." Eleri said, handing Myra her tea absent-mindedly. "Just a couple of quick questions here, please don't be offended..." she paused, thinking of how to frame the questions. "How long have you been working here and um... how come we've never seen you around before?" The man paused again and leaned on his mop. "Been here 'bout a year, I reckon, just after you lot got the place back in shape. And you ain't seen me afore because you ain't been lookin'. Leastways, that's how I sees it."* "Right...." Eleri sipped her tea again, looking only slightly less bemused. To draw attention away from the fact that she clearly had no idea what was going on, she defaulted to her usual state and rounded on Wright. "You realise that's the third uniform you've wrecked this month, don't you?" she asked. *((Yeah... I may be writing him as an English version of Scruffy... and doing his voice in my head as being a bit West Country... xD You lot can RP him as well, by the way ))
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Nicholas Wright
Human
Go on. Say 'what's all this then'. I DARE you.[A1i:4]
Posts: 647
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Post by Nicholas Wright on Sept 9, 2010 18:56:51 GMT
Wright had utterly failed to notice the janitor, despite the fact Wright had technically employed him. He didn't wear a uniform and wasn't a criminal, and therefore had no reason to register on Wright's radar when it came to day to day station operations.
"Third? Really?" Wright repeated, looking a little disappointed. "But there was that one I tore the sleeve of on that bush that time! Surely that one counts?" It was at this point that somebody may have noticed upon his desk Wright had a calander with large numbers circled at the end of each month. The highest seemed to be 16 in a big circle. His three for this month was really disappointing in comparison. "I'm totally counting the sleeve one." He grumbled.
"Besides, y'know, if I'd had back-up, maybe it wouldn't have happened." He was quick to not point out it was his own fault for not replacing the batteries in his radio.
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on Sept 9, 2010 19:35:32 GMT
Hadrian shook his head, he had a fairly good excuse, he rarely surfaced from his Pit for anything other than a state of emergency and possibly an interrogation - he had discovered a previously untapped talent for it, though he did sometimes call in his favourite girl in the whole world to stand there with a very big gun and just Look at his Interogatees. Myra was very good at that, and making utterly flat and bland suggestions that made the Interogatees go several shades paler and start to sweat while Hadrian had to fight off a fit of unmanly giggles.
Though if he were honest, if Myra ever did that to him he would probably brick it.
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on Sept 9, 2010 19:54:28 GMT
Eleri couldn't help but grin. "Sorry, did I say month? I meant week." She told him. "And the sleeve shouldn't count, I fixed that." She shook her head, debating whether or not to point out the battery issue. She decided against and sipped her tea again. "I don't know why I bother. I really don't..."
She perched herself on the edge of her desk, carefully avoiding the insectoid guts that had splattered on it and crossed one leg over the other. She gave the paperwork another disgusted look. At least she didn't have to order another uniform for the captain, after the first few months of constantly ringing the tailor they bought them from, she'd set up a running order for uniforms in Wright's size. It was just easier.
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Post by Myra Everett on Sept 9, 2010 21:22:57 GMT
Myra leant against the side of her own desk, sipping at her mug of tea tentatively due to the heat.
At Wright's complaining about his lack of backup, she snorted quietly under her breath and fixed him with a pointed look.
"You asked me to buy you replacement batteries for your radio last week, sir. They are, as I told you multiple times and even in writing on a sticky note attatched to your computer screen, in the top left drawer of your desk."
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Nicholas Wright
Human
Go on. Say 'what's all this then'. I DARE you.[A1i:4]
Posts: 647
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Post by Nicholas Wright on Sept 9, 2010 21:34:34 GMT
Wright suddenly gave Myra an astonished look. "My desk has draws!?" He exclaimed in shock, looking to it in total awe. "Then why the hell do I keep piling everything on the top!?"
He pulled open the top draw and a load of hidden paperwork burst out. His eyes went wide and he quickly stuffed it back in, trying to ignore the report dated '06/04/1993' near the top.
"Oh right. Yeah. That's why." He mumbled.
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Post by Myra Everett on Sept 9, 2010 21:47:02 GMT
Myra set her mug down on her desk with a rather menacingly audible 'clack'. Without saying a word, she walked over to Wright's desk and reopens the drawer he just tried to guiltily slam shut.
The aforementioned batteries that started this whole issue are dropped on the desk, and the very large and very outdated stack of papers takes up residence in Wright's lap. Myra folded her arms and shot him a look that one could clearly imagine her picking up from Eleri over the course of the year, only with a little more Myra!deadpan.
"As there is no point in sorting such out of date paperwork, surely you'd want to set the station an example sir, and deposit these in the recycling bin? After all, it would not do for the Captain's desk to be so haphazard. The employees might follow suit and then we'd all be in rather disorganised trouble, wouldn't we?"
A fairly pleasant, if somewhat pointed and vaguely unnerving smile is spread across Myra's face by the end of her speech.
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on Sept 9, 2010 22:17:30 GMT
Eleri watched with amusement as Myra stepped in to her shoes for a moment and gave Wright his daily telling-off, smirking into her tea. "You know he never looks at that computer, right?" She asked Myra. She had to admit, she was impressed with Myra's ability to pull off a Look.
"You know, sir, she raises a very good point. And there isn't a conviniently-placed bin outside either." She said with a totally straight face. She couldn't quite do the deadpan expression that Myra managed so well, but it wasn't bad. "You'll have to walk it I'm afraid, sir. You could have driven, but as I'm sure you know, the car is out of operation. Again."
She raised an eyebrow as if daring Wright to stand up to the combined power of Eleri and Myra.
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Nicholas Wright
Human
Go on. Say 'what's all this then'. I DARE you.[A1i:4]
Posts: 647
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Post by Nicholas Wright on Sept 9, 2010 22:29:13 GMT
Wright looked aghast at the two women staring at him, and sought desperately for a way out.
"B-b-but this paperwork is important! We can't just throw it out! I-I mean, look! Like this report here! I think it's incredibly important to let...Mrs Thatcher...know...that we in the EHPD support...the miner's...plight..." He paused. He gave the two one of the looks of his own. That hopeless kicked puppy expression he sometimes managed.
"Okay, maybe not that one. But this one! This one is....wow. I actually made a shopping list once! See! I was organised! Let's see... baked beans...two betamax tapes... uhh... yeah, could still use those..." He feigned.
"See, this is invaluable stuff!"
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on Sept 10, 2010 7:27:38 GMT
Hadrian snorted into his tea mug and coughed, pointedly avoiding eye contact. In a situation like this, it was every man for himself and Wright dug this pit so he could drag himself out of it.
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