{ w h o } Gil and Chance { w h a t } Supply lists and first impressions. { w h e n } Early afternoon. { w h e r e } Gil's trailer { r a t i n g } G { s t a t u s } Complete
"I was fairly certain I told Marjan to go easy on hiring this month. Not like I don't have enough mouths to feed already." Long fingers drummed a pencil against the face of his notebook as he picked his way through the campsite. He was only a third of the way through this to-do list for the day and it was already past noon. He wanted to be angry, but the current task (chasing down all the supply lists) was something of a herculean trial. It was to be expected that it would soak up a lot of his time. He was half considering just putting a basket outside his quarters and telling people to drop off their lists or deal with not getting their items.
Still, he needed to touch base with the newest member of the caravan. There were certain things they needed to be explained in person. That, and it helped people settle in and gave him a feel for the other 'carnies' (he attached the word to himself somewhat reluctantly). While Marjan was the spirit of the carnival, Chance was the brains. The newer people needed to know where to go for solutions to their problems. If they wanted to talk people or performances, they could go to Marjan. If they wanted to talk dollars and sense, they could come to him.
Not that he did a very good job of communicating this.
"Where am I even...?" Chance paused, looking up from his notebook just long enough to once again ascertain his destination. He found the newest member's trailer and stepped up to the door boldly, rapping his knuckles against it.