Rufus runs on scotch and grumpiness and babies (isentropic) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-08-21 16:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-08] august, ! group threads |
Who: DMLE
Where: Cafeteria, meeting room
What: A bloody meeting, that's what
When: 4pm, 21 August 1979
Status: Threaded, incomplete
Rating: PG-13 for likely swearing; subject to change
Rufus was tired.
Not in the typical 'hello I'm Rufus and I don't sleep enough so I'm suffering with droopy eyelids' fashion, but genuinely, god-forsakenly tired. The bags that lingered perpetually under his eyes seemed heavier, darker, and when he smiled - as he was wont to do when friendly blondes passed by - it was a tight, forced smile. Crouch had passed responsibility of the meeting to him, and though he didn't blame him (a shouting match wasn't exactly the most productive use of time), it meant he had to sit for an hour and listen to the endless bitching, then sum it up politely and hand over the results to his boss.
At least it was near the cafeteria. He picked up several sandwiches and six cups of coffee, ignoring the serving-witch's raised eyebrow. In an act of uncharacteristic apathy, he tossed down a galleon and left without picking up his change.
The meeting room was full, and he didn't remember when half these people had been hired. Faces - faces he recognised, and his stomach tightened a bit at the notable absences. Still, that's not why he was here. With a sigh and half his sandwich already in his mouth, Rufus jostled through the tables and took a seat atop the desk at the 'front' of the meeting room.
"Alright. Start talking"
[posts should be minimal description, mostly dialogue - also, thread top down so we have some sense of chronology]