When Mataya got back from the isolation ward where she had settled her peculiar little phantom, there was a lot of work to be done. The Shanachie had been infected, and as a public venue, that was not ever going to turn out to be a good thing. So the first task was to make sure that people knew the Shanachie was closed. As she roped Max and Charles into helping her contact the cast, crew, staff, and those who had bought tickets, posters were going up all around the city.
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The message was simple; until her theater had been fumigated and pronounced infection-free once again, Mataya was not taking any chances. Yes, it meant a loss of revenue; yes, she would have to pay off the cast for an extra week of holiday; and yes, she was going to have to explain things very carefully to the band who were coming in to perform Tell Me On A Sunday with her, but these were little things compared with helping the government keep a lid on the growing epidemic.
After a little investigation, 'Taya discovered something else that was more than a little depressing. The incubation period for the disease was fifteen days. The recommended length of time to remain closed was twenty days. So Tell Me On A Sunday was cancelled outright, and unfortunately, she was going to have to contact Lelah and tell her that her first Night at the Movies was out of the question as well. Of course, Lelah's evening could easily be rescheduled - it was having to contact her friends on Earth and ask them not to come to Rhy'Din that was going to be difficult.
But for now, there was more important work to be done. Thank God for Edward Batten's companies, she thought to herself, reaching for the 'phone - if anyone had access to the resources and skills she needed now, it would be him. But this was the last thing she needed right now. Not even a year past opening, and already the Shanachie had to close. She could only hope that twenty days would be enough.
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The message was simple; until her theater had been fumigated and pronounced infection-free once again, Mataya was not taking any chances. Yes, it meant a loss of revenue; yes, she would have to pay off the cast for an extra week of holiday; and yes, she was going to have to explain things very carefully to the band who were coming in to perform Tell Me On A Sunday with her, but these were little things compared with helping the government keep a lid on the growing epidemic.
After a little investigation, 'Taya discovered something else that was more than a little depressing. The incubation period for the disease was fifteen days. The recommended length of time to remain closed was twenty days. So Tell Me On A Sunday was cancelled outright, and unfortunately, she was going to have to contact Lelah and tell her that her first Night at the Movies was out of the question as well. Of course, Lelah's evening could easily be rescheduled - it was having to contact her friends on Earth and ask them not to come to Rhy'Din that was going to be difficult.
But for now, there was more important work to be done. Thank God for Edward Batten's companies, she thought to herself, reaching for the 'phone - if anyone had access to the resources and skills she needed now, it would be him. But this was the last thing she needed right now. Not even a year past opening, and already the Shanachie had to close. She could only hope that twenty days would be enough.