Who: Zhenya and Teagan Where: The Dog Park, outside of the resource hangars What: They got work to do and thinks to talk about When: Afternoon
There’s always something to be done in the Dog Park. Sure, there’s plenty of time to loaf around, party hard but none of that would be possible if the Dog King and his loyal subjects didn’t keep up with the day to day. There are duties to be done and the sooner they’re accounted for, taken care of and managed then the sooner they can all get to having a good time. Today T’s planned on meeting with Zhenya – a woman that T not only has a great deal of love for but respect as well. She’s a good lady and her family is gold. Working with the Russian is one of the things that has soothed the sting of not being promoted to Road Captain.
Today they have to go through the inventory she’d brought back in that truck, go through what they’re low on, what they need and go over the registers – see who might be dipping into the reserves a little more than they ought to. There’s always someone.
It’s the type of day you leave all the window in the trailer open and hope for a breeze to blow through. Being Texas born, her blood is used to the heat but she can’t remember when its ever been this hot and this dry day after day. The dust doesn’t make it any easier and it’s on days like this that she misses green. A little oak shade would be a welcome sight but all the trees have been turned to ash when they blistered the fuck out of the landscape.
By the time Teagan gets to the double hangars, there’s a sheen of sweat on her chest and shoulders, the sun is baking down and it’s only gonna get worse as the summer months catch up. She wipes her forehead in a futile effort and uses the elastic she has around her wrist to tie her blond hair up and out of the way. The sun is about 30 degrees west and she knows that it’s mid-afternoon. The canteen she uses is unscrewed and placed up to her lips, water poured in to parch the scorch in her throat and she waits for Zhenya to find her. The camp is never quiet, there’s always chaos somewhere in its midst’s but soon enough the red headed Russian is seen emerging from the crowd.
A hand goes up in greeting and then adjusts the bag slung ‘round her shoulders. It contains notes that she’s kept. The have to be careful. Supplies aren’t something she can just dally with. Things have to be run efficiently or a whole bunch are going to suffer. No one knows this more than the Resource Manager.
“Howdy, Lady.” Teagan says as the woman gets closer, “Let’s get outta this sun? It’s a killer today.”