Post by Callypso on Sept 28, 2010 16:40:57 GMT -5
(( Long post is loooooong. lol. ))
Iso took another step backward so as to fully secure her personal space. The vermin before her was a little too… enthusiastic… for her tastes, and his moods and actions seemed to alter so rapidly that she wanted to give herself ample room to adjust for his unpredictable behavior. At least he had the decency to respect her desires and didn’t insist she accept the outstretched paw. Her mind wandered again toward all manners of diseases spread through interpersonal contact and just managed to suppress a shudder when the Selkie responded to her inquiry in the affirmative.
The ferret was not about to allow herself the luxury of feeling optimistic. After all, the Capital had been a veritable hell-hole since her arrival and she doubted that the solution to her work-space maladies had simply (literally) fallen into her lap. It was too much to hope for, and beside, Iso was not one for idle wishing. Life’s accomplishments were only completed by hard work and determination, and even then, only if one was diligent. The doctor had no time for “luck” or willing the universe to sway in her favor. The thought alone made her wrinkle her nose of its own volition.
Her thoughts were interrupted once again by that unnerving sensation of being scrutinized. Once more, she found the mouse gazing at her as a parched man might a tall glass of water in triple digit weather. She inched back another half-step as she puzzled over the vermin’s attentions, then felt a moment of relief as the Selkie seemed to come out of his reverie and focus elsewhere. Why did he keep doing that?
The Selkie’s replies were met with a mild resigned disapproval from the doctor.
“Good enough” will not suffice. Possible dysfunction due to inexperience is intolerable. My work cannot be further jeopardized by incompetence.
As per usual, the Corvie neglected to consider how her words might affect the unfortunate fellow beside her. Her remark was blunt and pointed, though not intentionally harmful, but Iso wasn’t one to waste time by formulating her thoughts to avoid hurt feelings. Leave that to the sensitive types who had the leisure to over-think their articulations. She considered his next words with the same dispassion as before.
Of course. It seems all the craftsmen overlook the Capital as an appropriate business place.
Her feelings of resignation were threatening to lean into disgust. Of course there weren’t any skilled artisans in the Capital. Her needs had yet gone unfulfilled – why should she expect anything different now? Useless excuse for a metropolitan establishment…
The Selkie’s follow-up was slightly disconcerting. Could it be he actually knew someone who could help her? Why else would he point out the obvious- of course she wanted the work done now. She’d only waited several months to find that no one could complete her requested renovations. Instead of embarking on an angry diatribe about the infinite failures of the Capital, however, Iso decided to give a lengthy summary in answer to the vermin’s inquiries about the needed work.
The tasks I have in mind require only the most skilled of electricians. The laboratory I currently occupy came to me in dire need of repair and reconstruction. I need paneled lights in the ceiling operated by separate switches so I may use as little or much light as required by my work. I’ll also need outlets running through each of the tables in my lab, not to mention the entire laboratory needs rewiring. Also, I’ll need multiple outlets throughout the laboratory. I would also like to install an electric dumbwaiter for potentially lame patients or large experiments that cannot be managed down a flight of stairs.
As she detailed her desired plans, the tempo of her voice increased and her eyes took on the distracted glow of a person overcome by an almost religious fervor. Eventually, she finished with a breathless flourish, neglecting to mention her profession or where she was located.
All that work dependent, of course, on a proper carpenter. None of this can be done without one – all the flooring and staircases need replacing. Do you know of such a person?
Iso took another step backward so as to fully secure her personal space. The vermin before her was a little too… enthusiastic… for her tastes, and his moods and actions seemed to alter so rapidly that she wanted to give herself ample room to adjust for his unpredictable behavior. At least he had the decency to respect her desires and didn’t insist she accept the outstretched paw. Her mind wandered again toward all manners of diseases spread through interpersonal contact and just managed to suppress a shudder when the Selkie responded to her inquiry in the affirmative.
The ferret was not about to allow herself the luxury of feeling optimistic. After all, the Capital had been a veritable hell-hole since her arrival and she doubted that the solution to her work-space maladies had simply (literally) fallen into her lap. It was too much to hope for, and beside, Iso was not one for idle wishing. Life’s accomplishments were only completed by hard work and determination, and even then, only if one was diligent. The doctor had no time for “luck” or willing the universe to sway in her favor. The thought alone made her wrinkle her nose of its own volition.
Her thoughts were interrupted once again by that unnerving sensation of being scrutinized. Once more, she found the mouse gazing at her as a parched man might a tall glass of water in triple digit weather. She inched back another half-step as she puzzled over the vermin’s attentions, then felt a moment of relief as the Selkie seemed to come out of his reverie and focus elsewhere. Why did he keep doing that?
The Selkie’s replies were met with a mild resigned disapproval from the doctor.
“Good enough” will not suffice. Possible dysfunction due to inexperience is intolerable. My work cannot be further jeopardized by incompetence.
As per usual, the Corvie neglected to consider how her words might affect the unfortunate fellow beside her. Her remark was blunt and pointed, though not intentionally harmful, but Iso wasn’t one to waste time by formulating her thoughts to avoid hurt feelings. Leave that to the sensitive types who had the leisure to over-think their articulations. She considered his next words with the same dispassion as before.
Of course. It seems all the craftsmen overlook the Capital as an appropriate business place.
Her feelings of resignation were threatening to lean into disgust. Of course there weren’t any skilled artisans in the Capital. Her needs had yet gone unfulfilled – why should she expect anything different now? Useless excuse for a metropolitan establishment…
The Selkie’s follow-up was slightly disconcerting. Could it be he actually knew someone who could help her? Why else would he point out the obvious- of course she wanted the work done now. She’d only waited several months to find that no one could complete her requested renovations. Instead of embarking on an angry diatribe about the infinite failures of the Capital, however, Iso decided to give a lengthy summary in answer to the vermin’s inquiries about the needed work.
The tasks I have in mind require only the most skilled of electricians. The laboratory I currently occupy came to me in dire need of repair and reconstruction. I need paneled lights in the ceiling operated by separate switches so I may use as little or much light as required by my work. I’ll also need outlets running through each of the tables in my lab, not to mention the entire laboratory needs rewiring. Also, I’ll need multiple outlets throughout the laboratory. I would also like to install an electric dumbwaiter for potentially lame patients or large experiments that cannot be managed down a flight of stairs.
As she detailed her desired plans, the tempo of her voice increased and her eyes took on the distracted glow of a person overcome by an almost religious fervor. Eventually, she finished with a breathless flourish, neglecting to mention her profession or where she was located.
All that work dependent, of course, on a proper carpenter. None of this can be done without one – all the flooring and staircases need replacing. Do you know of such a person?
