Topic: A Secretary is Not a Toy

Erinalle Dunbridge

Date: 2007-02-10 13:06 EST
Erin's days had been packed. Totally full. She spent most of her time at the storefront and the other hours either taking care of her house, or at the bar. But, today was different. Her running joke with Kitty needed to be fulfilled. So....Erin got up and put on a nice short grey flannel skirt, a white button up shirt, unbuttoned just a little too much, high high heels and the right makeup. Hair was fluffed a little, so it was full around her face. And that was how she walked into the governors office.

"Hellllo?" She went straight to the desk designated for a secretary, setting herself down in the chair and crossing those legs. They looked all nice and long with the short skirt and high heels. She shuffled through papers on the desk a bit, putting them in cursory piles. Maybe Kitty really did need a secretary....

She bit the end of her pen, tilting her head as she worked. A little bit of humming. Unaware if anyone remained in the building her joke had suddenly turned to work. She took her reading glasses sliding them up her nose and peered down at the papers. Hot librarian alert! Bill there, letter of complaint there, letter of praise there....repeat. This went on for awhile, or at least it felt like awhile, and Erin's little fingers filed with speed.

Erin started pulling open drawers, looking for file folders when the phone rang. A blink, then another, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Hello, Governor's office, how may I direct your call?" Kitty was going to kill her.

Kitty Helston

Date: 2007-02-15 15:17 EST
It had been a long day and Kitty finally made her way back to the office. When she walked in, nobody was there....but...

"What the..?"

All the paperwork was gone! She opened filing cabinets to find it had all been filed. Her brow furrowed in confusion for a moment. She looked back at the secretary desk and it was...well....clean! She had kept meaning to get a real secretary, but never got around to it. She had offered the position to Erin, but doubted the woman took her seriously. Maybe she had after all"

She walked into her office proper and saw a number of phone messages left on her desk. Pretty feminine writing.

That Erin! She was gonna hug her.

Erinalle Dunbridge

Date: 2007-02-24 19:48 EST
After talking to Kitty, Erin knew that she had to make time to help around the office more. Sure, she was busy. Very very busy. But this was more important than writing for the paper, and honestly, if she tried hard enough, she could find the time in the mornings or late afternoons.

So that's what she did.

Erin couldn't fight. She couldn't investigate. But she could sure run an office....so that's what she did. Anything Kitty had left for her on the recorder was typed and left neatly for her to sign. Messages were taken and put in order of importance. And, Erin did the number one important thing: controlled the calander. From now on no one with stupid requests would find their way into Kitty's office. No requests for free beer or potholes, these things Erin would take care of for the most part.

From now on, the little black haired girl would be the research arm of the office: if Kitty would let her. And she was on a mission.

Once all the generall office work was done, Erin pulled a file out of her desk drawer. On the top it said Refugee Operations . And she set to work. By this time next week, she hoped there would be a refugee camp and orphanage for the Old Temple District.

Maybe tonight, Erin would sleep.

NorseLady

Date: 2007-02-27 05:29 EST
Meandering about town, eventually makes her way to the Governor's Office. Curious to see Kitty's place of business after the feline is elected to that (un)important position (according to some in the putrid land), and heads inside. A quick glance around provides her with the knowledge that the place is empty, with the exception of herself. Ja, she is alone.

And then the phone rings.

Flinches and draws her sword. Stealthily makes her way over to the desk where that strange object sits. Just as she uses the tip of her sword to nudge the device it rings a second time. Waits for a couple of moments and pokes at it again. Another ringing. It is beginning to annoy her. By the fourth time, decision to stop that incessant jangling is made.

Time to kill it.

Begins to hack away at the telephone when next it makes the irritating sound. Sharp edge of blade cuts through the receiver; what was once whole is now in two parts, and each fall to the desktop. Also during this time of continuous chopping and slashing, the cord is inadvertently cut. Pauses in the attack.

No more ringing.

However, just to make sure it remains that way, picks up the base of the phone and smashes it against the floor. One hard, swift, well-placed kick sends the broken object sailing across the room, to land against a wall. "Godt!" exclaims the Seafaring-Warrior.

Sword returned to scabbard as confident strides are made toward the entry door. Upon exiting, glances up and down the road. Nobody in sight. Mayhap she shall return later.