Wanted: New Chance in New Universe
Hourly or salary work fine
Monday, November 22, 2009
Getting back to the city after spending a night sort of camping meant an early morning, but Scotty could live with it. Early mornings were nothing new to him, and while he might have sacrificed some sleep for the sake of less-quiet pleasures, he was still firmly up before it was time to report to G.A.M.E.'s office.
So, morning consisted of riding back into the city with Harold, stopping to grab a shower and change, returning the horses to their boarding stable, then bolting to work. Suffice it to say, though, at least they felt better when they came back to the city than they had when they'd taken their ride. And found a new hideaway to boot.
Scotty had given it some more thought, over the weekend. Mostly worrying about Mai, and Harold. Mai was pregnant with her first child, and he didn't feel right, entirely, leaving his position there completely. But he was also not very comfortable there, and would be a fool to pass up the chance to work in a field closer to his, arcane or no.
And hopefully it wouldn't be involving people in bars, who applied twenty-first century knowledge to twenty-third century technology, like they couldn't possibly conceive deuterium-deuterium fusion working.
Scotty had enjoyed tossing ideas back and forth with Silas. And if nothing else, he was fair at concept and design. He figured that, since Silas didn't have a fulltime position open for him, then maybe the mage would be amenable to him working a half-day with G.A.M.E., and heading back to Silverblood for the other half.
Of course, they could hash all that out. First things first.
Scotty looked up briefly at the office, took a deep breath, ran a hand through his mostly-dry hair, and then went inside.
Hourly or salary work fine
Monday, November 22, 2009
Getting back to the city after spending a night sort of camping meant an early morning, but Scotty could live with it. Early mornings were nothing new to him, and while he might have sacrificed some sleep for the sake of less-quiet pleasures, he was still firmly up before it was time to report to G.A.M.E.'s office.
So, morning consisted of riding back into the city with Harold, stopping to grab a shower and change, returning the horses to their boarding stable, then bolting to work. Suffice it to say, though, at least they felt better when they came back to the city than they had when they'd taken their ride. And found a new hideaway to boot.
Scotty had given it some more thought, over the weekend. Mostly worrying about Mai, and Harold. Mai was pregnant with her first child, and he didn't feel right, entirely, leaving his position there completely. But he was also not very comfortable there, and would be a fool to pass up the chance to work in a field closer to his, arcane or no.
And hopefully it wouldn't be involving people in bars, who applied twenty-first century knowledge to twenty-third century technology, like they couldn't possibly conceive deuterium-deuterium fusion working.
Scotty had enjoyed tossing ideas back and forth with Silas. And if nothing else, he was fair at concept and design. He figured that, since Silas didn't have a fulltime position open for him, then maybe the mage would be amenable to him working a half-day with G.A.M.E., and heading back to Silverblood for the other half.
Of course, they could hash all that out. First things first.
Scotty looked up briefly at the office, took a deep breath, ran a hand through his mostly-dry hair, and then went inside.