Ibis Pyrrh (gutterprose) wrote in faerienetwork, @ 2013-01-05 12:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | cefin gilbert, pipp sheehan |
Who: Pipp & Cefin.
When: Saturday the 5th, midday.
Where: COR building lobby.
What: Pipp asks questions and Cefin pretends to have answers.
Rating: PG-13 just to be safe. Subject to change.
Status: In Progress.
It was still an hour or so before his shift, but Cefin liked to put in an early appearance just in case he was needed. With his ankle on his knee, he reclined slightly in a lobby armchair, notepad in one hand and a secondhand tape recorder in the other. He hadn't quite gotten the hang of the device's operation. Did he hold the record button? Was he to press it repeatedly in order to capture the voices? One couldn't know. One could know, however, that it was unwise to pull the ribbon from the tape. That he had verified multiple times.
Bouncing his foot as he waited for his shift, he looked around the room. Fae of all kind filtered through. Some were familiar, some were not. Recent immigrants, he gathered, but then there were so many Fae on this side of the mound now that even he couldn't know them all. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Just a moment's rest would do him good, sharpen his mind in case a report was demanded. He reported too much, his superiors told him, but Cefin felt that it was irresponsible to let any suspicious activity go unscrutinized. The humans were inferior, of course, but who knew what details their minds found noteworthy?
He felt himself start to doze and jerked forward, the bottom of his shoe screeching against the polished floor. People winced and turned to glare at him, which made Cefin in turn wince, then went about their business as he caught his breath. How embarrassing.