Daniel Christopher Morgan ☀ Morgaine Le Fay (tothenunnery) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-12-14 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | daniel morgan, zane rosen |
Who: Daniel Morgan & Zane Rosen
What: Filing & booze is the best therapy.
When: Friday evening, December 12th; after regular work hours.
Where: Camelot Castle, R&D department
Rating: PG-13 for alcohol use, mild cursing, & lots of break-up talk.
Working at Camelot wasn’t the perfect job. Hell, as far as Zane could tell, there were no perfect jobs, just some that were better, and some that were worse. Camelot was one of the better ones. Sure, maybe he hadn’t worked in enough places to be able to be an authority on that, but he couldn’t see any way that another place would be better. Camelot had become his replacement family; if he felt like some company, he could always go get a drink and goof off with Zach, or call up Dustin to fuck around with some new spells. It was a place to be when his old apartment, or now the house he shared with Ban, felt too empty. It was a purpose, one that he and Vanyel could both be comfortable serving, one he’d be proud to someday die for.
All that grand, mushy, and heroic shit aside, there were some unseen benefits to Camelot, too, ones that didn’t always look like benefits at first glance. The one that was most important to Zane right now was that everybody really hated paperwork. He was included in that, usually, except when he found himself not wanting to think about things. Then, paperwork was the best fucking thing in the whole world. Before, he’d stuck to picking up the extra paperwork in Magics, but since Daniel had pointed him in the direction of other departments where they wouldn’t mind some filing help, he’d started branching out. Just doing his part, and all that shit.
Okay, fine, he was curious about what other departments were getting up to. Sure, he could just go bug them while they were working, but there was something kind of fun about looking at their files when no one was around, like he was a spy or something. Tonight, for some reason, Daniel had asked him to meet him in R&D, which seemed like it should have some really interesting shit going on. Maybe if he understood all the jargon, it would be, but for the most part he was left squinting at the page, trying to figure out what the everloving fuck it all meant.