RP: Plans for the shelter
Date: 6 June 2005
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Greg Goyle, Dean Thomas, Roger Davies
Location: The animal shelter.
Status: Private
Summary: Vet, volunteer, architect and builder meet to go over the plans for the new shelter building.
Completion: Complete
It was quiet at the shelter, well, as quiet as it ever got with a dozen dogs and a couple dozen cats under the roof. There were sound muting charms in place but still there were regular meows and barks to be heard. The cats tended on the whole to be more vocal than the dogs. Mandy scarcely registered it any longer though, except if it was the sort of sound that told her intervention was needed. But it was going to be a lot more practical to have them housed in the new shelter building, when that was raised.
She moved about the small kitchen, making tea and a couple of sandwiches, just in case. The meeting to go over Dean's plans for the new building would start in twenty minutes, and Greg had been called out to a farm in the district three hours ago. He'd probably appreciate a quick bite of something before the meeting started. If he wasn't going to bite her head off instead for offering, that was. Mandy grinned to herself. She didn't think that was likely. Greg seemed to have relaxed a bit lately, settling in more securely. He'd seemed pretty unapproachable at the start, although polite enough, but she'd had a hunch his reserve was an effect of self-consciousness and hadn't let it deter her from chatting and being friendly. Someway along the road he'd progressed from scowling in response, to merely frowning, to smiling back.
Worried, she checked her watch again. She really hoped he would make it back in time for the meeting with Dean and Roger. He had sound opinions on the needs for the new shelter building and its work areas, and as a medivet he was a lot more informed about the technical side of the clinic's needs than she was.
Just as the tea was finished steeping, she heard the back door open and shut and leaned into the corridor to peek down towards the hallway outside Greg's office. It was Greg, looking somewhat harrassed and distracted as he shrugged off his jacket, and she gave him a little wave.
"Hey," she said, "did it go all right?" She gestured into the kitchen. "Hungry? I made tea and sandwiches. It's still a bit before the architect and builder arrive."
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Greg Goyle, Dean Thomas, Roger Davies
Location: The animal shelter.
Status: Private
Summary: Vet, volunteer, architect and builder meet to go over the plans for the new shelter building.
Completion: Complete
It was quiet at the shelter, well, as quiet as it ever got with a dozen dogs and a couple dozen cats under the roof. There were sound muting charms in place but still there were regular meows and barks to be heard. The cats tended on the whole to be more vocal than the dogs. Mandy scarcely registered it any longer though, except if it was the sort of sound that told her intervention was needed. But it was going to be a lot more practical to have them housed in the new shelter building, when that was raised.
She moved about the small kitchen, making tea and a couple of sandwiches, just in case. The meeting to go over Dean's plans for the new building would start in twenty minutes, and Greg had been called out to a farm in the district three hours ago. He'd probably appreciate a quick bite of something before the meeting started. If he wasn't going to bite her head off instead for offering, that was. Mandy grinned to herself. She didn't think that was likely. Greg seemed to have relaxed a bit lately, settling in more securely. He'd seemed pretty unapproachable at the start, although polite enough, but she'd had a hunch his reserve was an effect of self-consciousness and hadn't let it deter her from chatting and being friendly. Someway along the road he'd progressed from scowling in response, to merely frowning, to smiling back.
Worried, she checked her watch again. She really hoped he would make it back in time for the meeting with Dean and Roger. He had sound opinions on the needs for the new shelter building and its work areas, and as a medivet he was a lot more informed about the technical side of the clinic's needs than she was.
Just as the tea was finished steeping, she heard the back door open and shut and leaned into the corridor to peek down towards the hallway outside Greg's office. It was Greg, looking somewhat harrassed and distracted as he shrugged off his jacket, and she gave him a little wave.
"Hey," she said, "did it go all right?" She gestured into the kitchen. "Hungry? I made tea and sandwiches. It's still a bit before the architect and builder arrive."