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Room 421, Thursday Afternoon
Nov. 10th, 2011 03:43 pmSo, there were lots of things that could distract Rinoa right now -- like calling Zone for updates, which he didn't have any, thanks a lot, Zone, or working on a gift basket thing for Jono, because he had a face now and that meant he needed a gift basket with edible things and other things that you could use when you had a mouth. But she didn't want distractions.
This time, when she dialed the office of the acting president, she informed the secretary that it was important.
"I don't care if he said not to be disturbed," she said, huffily. "Tell him it's the Sorceress."
Her eyes were narrowing at the less than enthusiastic reply.
"Fine," she said. "Go tell General Caraway that his daughter has only been waiting an entire month for any sort of update on Timber, and is pleased to see how little of a priority she is to him."
She slammed the phone down and was not crying. Her eyes were a little blurry because it was allergy season, shut up. Not because she had actually mistakenly thought that maybe he gave a damn and wasn't just playing along or anything. She didn't care about him. She hadn't bought it for a second.
(there is going to be a return phone call very very soon. the door is cracked, but the post is open; please note whether you're popping in before or after the phone call, as that's going to be a very different mood.)
This time, when she dialed the office of the acting president, she informed the secretary that it was important.
"I don't care if he said not to be disturbed," she said, huffily. "Tell him it's the Sorceress."
Her eyes were narrowing at the less than enthusiastic reply.
"Fine," she said. "Go tell General Caraway that his daughter has only been waiting an entire month for any sort of update on Timber, and is pleased to see how little of a priority she is to him."
She slammed the phone down and was not crying. Her eyes were a little blurry because it was allergy season, shut up. Not because she had actually mistakenly thought that maybe he gave a damn and wasn't just playing along or anything. She didn't care about him. She hadn't bought it for a second.
(there is going to be a return phone call very very soon. the door is cracked, but the post is open; please note whether you're popping in before or after the phone call, as that's going to be a very different mood.)
