Open RP: Entertain the Canadian
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After indulging himself in a brief vacation, of sorts, Benton Fraser had returned to active duty... or, well, his definition of active duty, at least. The problem was, his job here hadn't exactly been made very clear to him, and he had no explicitly official responsibilities or even so much as a shift schedule. The upshot of all this was that he had been largely making things up as he went along and then sending back periodic reports to the Consulate to explain it all. (Of course, a great deal of his reports lately had been along the lines of March 1st -- Liased with Detective Kowalski. March 2nd -- Liased with Detective Kowalski. March 3rd -- Inspected new arrivals, patrolled grounds, liased with Detective Kowalski. But that was another story.)
Today, he was in the Gryffindor Common Room, playing catch-up on all the work he'd assigned himself and then totally failed to do over the past few weeks. Except that, as loathe as he was to badmouth the job in any way, shape, or form, today it all seemed a little... slow. Monotonous, perhaps.
Okay: he was really, really bored. Bored enough that he was even starting to hope his father would show up, just so he could distract himself with an argument. Almost bored enough that he was thinking of owling Ray, except then he would never get his work done. So instead he leaned back on the couch, stared glumly at the report he was trying to write, and tried not to think about how nice it would be to speed up time right now.
After indulging himself in a brief vacation, of sorts, Benton Fraser had returned to active duty... or, well, his definition of active duty, at least. The problem was, his job here hadn't exactly been made very clear to him, and he had no explicitly official responsibilities or even so much as a shift schedule. The upshot of all this was that he had been largely making things up as he went along and then sending back periodic reports to the Consulate to explain it all. (Of course, a great deal of his reports lately had been along the lines of March 1st -- Liased with Detective Kowalski. March 2nd -- Liased with Detective Kowalski. March 3rd -- Inspected new arrivals, patrolled grounds, liased with Detective Kowalski. But that was another story.)
Today, he was in the Gryffindor Common Room, playing catch-up on all the work he'd assigned himself and then totally failed to do over the past few weeks. Except that, as loathe as he was to badmouth the job in any way, shape, or form, today it all seemed a little... slow. Monotonous, perhaps.
Okay: he was really, really bored. Bored enough that he was even starting to hope his father would show up, just so he could distract himself with an argument. Almost bored enough that he was thinking of owling Ray, except then he would never get his work done. So instead he leaned back on the couch, stared glumly at the report he was trying to write, and tried not to think about how nice it would be to speed up time right now.