The Perk [Monday morning]
Being mostly unable to travel was, not to put too fine a point on it, a pain in the ass for Joan.
It wasn't like she'd particularly gotten used to the idea of portals yet, no, or this 'traveling through dimensions' thing. While it was all still new, she'd at least managed to get here just fine. But when Eric had left her a list of things to accomplish in Louisiana, and Joan had discovered that getting to his particular version of Shreveport would involve at least three layovers in Alaska, Timbuktu, and something involving an arena for the 72nd something-or-other games -- well, no thank you. She'd just figure out her phone, finally.
Half an hour into it, Joan had needed coffee desperately. And while she wasn't allowing any of her harriedness show in her features, it didn't change the fact that she was quietly chain-smoking and sipping something whipped and delicious and Italian in the coffee shop as she snapped on the phone. "I understand that, sir, but Mr. Northman simply will not settle for anything other than B-positive. No, sir, not AB-negative. I believe I was very clear in my request, and if you can't adhere to my Mr. Northman's understandably high standards, then I'm afraid I'll have to take our business elsewhere." A pause, and then, "Yes, that means the liquor supply for both bars as well. Yes, it would be quite difficult for most people to find another vendor at last minute notice, but I've already got a list of available -- oh, you've found a case of B-positive? What wonderful luck."
And with that taken care of, Joan was able to draw a neat line through Resupply both bars + E's TB stash. She was just going to sit here and eye her phone and smoke for a moment before tackling the next few items. Doing this in person was far easier.
[open omg!]
It wasn't like she'd particularly gotten used to the idea of portals yet, no, or this 'traveling through dimensions' thing. While it was all still new, she'd at least managed to get here just fine. But when Eric had left her a list of things to accomplish in Louisiana, and Joan had discovered that getting to his particular version of Shreveport would involve at least three layovers in Alaska, Timbuktu, and something involving an arena for the 72nd something-or-other games -- well, no thank you. She'd just figure out her phone, finally.
Half an hour into it, Joan had needed coffee desperately. And while she wasn't allowing any of her harriedness show in her features, it didn't change the fact that she was quietly chain-smoking and sipping something whipped and delicious and Italian in the coffee shop as she snapped on the phone. "I understand that, sir, but Mr. Northman simply will not settle for anything other than B-positive. No, sir, not AB-negative. I believe I was very clear in my request, and if you can't adhere to my Mr. Northman's understandably high standards, then I'm afraid I'll have to take our business elsewhere." A pause, and then, "Yes, that means the liquor supply for both bars as well. Yes, it would be quite difficult for most people to find another vendor at last minute notice, but I've already got a list of available -- oh, you've found a case of B-positive? What wonderful luck."
And with that taken care of, Joan was able to draw a neat line through Resupply both bars + E's TB stash. She was just going to sit here and eye her phone and smoke for a moment before tackling the next few items. Doing this in person was far easier.
[open omg!]