Sally Donovan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cop_an_attitude) wrote2012-04-14 04:31 am
cop_an_attitude) wrote2012-04-14 04:31 am
02 | [Written/Voice/Action]
[Early enough in the morning that it's clear someone couldn't get back to sleep, a series of doodles appear on the page: they're Sally's best estimate of the floor plan of her apartment, with little rudimentary sketches of furniture in various placements. Over the span of a half hour, several are drawn with different configurations and crossed out before one ends up circled. A check mark is drawn next to it for good measure.
She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.
Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]
Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.
My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.
[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]
She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.
Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]
Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.
My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.
[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]
[Voice]
Hi. Tortuga Brothers Moving Service. Hauling Luceti's furniture since about two years ago, though not very often. Will work for pizza. I'd give you a business card but I never made any.
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
I promise, it won't be the worst pizza I've had.
Re: [Voice]
I've had some absolutely abysmal pizza in my time, too. I think I can beat that.
[Voice]
I'm busy today and you have other offers, so I'll have to take a pass on the job. Is there anything else I can do to get some of your pizza?
Re: [Voice]
As for the pizza, I guess you could come over sometime and help me make it. I'm less likely to set it on fire if I have supervision.
[Voice]
Sally, the only thing I'm allowed to supervise in the kitchen is chemistry experiments.
Re: [Voice]
What sort of chemistry experiments?
[Voice]
Can we save it for the pizza party? I probably shouldn't say over the journals.
Re: [Voice]
[Sadly, that might get him uninvited from the pizza party.]
[Voice]
No, nothing like that.
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
((And we could throw it on an appointments post?))
Re: [Voice]
((Totally! I'd say tomorrow but I have stuff to do so I may not be online. /goes to make an appointments post because I forgot to do that :|))
[Voice]
Sounds good.
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
It's no problem.
Re: [Voice]
Whereabouts do you live, by the way?
[Voice]
The south end of the village.
[And then, because a memory of the last time he went to a lady's apartment for pizza pops into his head:]
Do you have any roommates I should know about?
Re: [Voice]
No roommates; there's only one other lodger on my floor.
[Voice]
I'll see you Monday, Sally.