The Clairmont Ledgers - RPLOG
Participants
Date
30/12/2017
Log
Zophah is standing in the lobby waiting on volunteers, wearing her usual flame-patterned bikini under a lab coat. "Going to make this quick. There are piles and piles of paperwork here that can benefit the Surivalist economy, but it needs to be copied over and packed up. To be clear, no one is being payed for this, this is a community service. Everyone sound off and then we can get started."
Mokou knew the drill by the time she had gotten there. Twas almost becoming familiar with it nowadays. Arrive, offer help, do what you can, leave, drink, sleep. The little fennec brushed her shorts briefly as she nodded, cracking a faint smile to Zophah in turn. "Got it. Sort, Copy, And prepare to move." A glance was spared behind her to the lot of them, a familiar face or two evident... but none enough so to group. With a sigh, a shake of her head, and a slow pace over the thinly-carpeted room, she gestured a bit briefly to the corner offices. "So, where's the work to be done? And... where are we aiming to take this lug of stuff?"
Arthur had some trouble finding his way to the bank, as it was his first time around Clairmont. Good thing he was well prepared and dressed enough to manage the cold, thick denim pants and a leather jacket, setting off early, arriving in time to get briefed. Papers. Papers everywhere. The man really missed computers right now, could make that job so much easier, instead of working like it's the 1970's again. "Um, just one question, do we have some machine to help with the copying?"
Ayaka followed behind Arthur, trusting him to guide her the correct way. She's wearing a comfortable blouse and some black trousers, herself, though the latter had to be specially modifier to account for the riot of tails that trail the kitsune wherever she goes. She looks around the bank and nods. "O-okay, copy things, then." She turns to Arthur and smiles. "Should I go find and sort things while you copy?"
Fenris stands at attention, though his current wardrobe is a bit odd for this sort of assignment. He is wearing a thick, leather harness strapped over his broad chest and thick, round belly. Over that he wears an open, leather vest with the words "Big Daddy" embroidered across the back. The outfit is topped off with a billed, leather cap that his furry round ears peek through. Otherwise, he wears nothing but a contented smile, his fat tail waving slowly behind him.
"All set!" he says amiably, "I can write stuff down or do the heavy lifting. Just point me where you want me."
Zophah replies to everyone while she leads everyone into a room with desks: "Sadly we have to use papers and pens for copying, as nothing stays fixed long enough to use. And don't worry about who is taking it, there are already others who will be taking the crates." She indicates the small empty wooden crates against the left wall, then points to some salvaged filing cabinets and stacks of papers against the right-side wall. "Not everything needs to be copied over, and some files already have copies. Once you clear a file put the copies in the crates. I'll try to help where I can so everyone pick a desk and let's get working."
Slowly following Zophah towads the office... Mokou practically wilted at the sight of it. No clean and organized office space for them. Heavens no, seems like twas more a workplace disaster than anything resembling... good. She shook her head though, a faint... sigh falling from her. "Well, works for me then. Looks like... Well... Will be a bit more writting than expected..." A slight smile was offered back though, moving one of the boxes to the side and sitting down upon its rim. A ledger raised and set before her, paper in one hand, the ledger in the other... And set to it.
Rather though... attempted to set towards the task at hand. Handwritting that looked like it had been penned by a quadruped, numbers that moved and blended together more than any words had any right to... It was... She grumbled quietly after a time, her paper more chicken-scratch than legible information. A glance up... and a brief smile shot back to the others... "How... Er... you all doing on these?"
For a moment, the angelic looking man thought if getting an extra pair of arms would help. Probably not, given that he's not even ambidextrous, so he quickly discarded that option. Nodding to the kitsune Ayaka, he replied, "Sure, if you need help, just come back to me, I'm sure you'll manage to get things right this time!" Arthur was confident in her abilities and sat down on one empty desk. Well, empty of an occupant to work the papers, because there was a pile there already. Stretching himself, he got ready to copy and sort statements and whatnot. Boy he could already feel the cramps coming...
Time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace for the nephilim. Sort things a bit, remind Ayaka of what she's supposed to do, copy the text, stamp it, put in the proper pile, remind Ayaka again... Some 2 hours later, he could feel the cramps on his right hand and forearm, as well as some headaches. Taking a deep breath, he got up from the desk and walked towards Zophah, his voice a bit woozy, "Uh, can I, can I take a break? Just, uh, fifteen minutes, I think..."
Ayaka sorts through the stacks of documents with some difficulty, having to bank extensively on Arthur to help her with some of the work. In fact, she ends up consulting with him quite a bit, putting her seemingly boundless energy to use as she bounces back and forth between her assign desk and his. Her 'copying' is sloppy, but legible, given that she seems to be putting a lot of care into copying each individual word almost exactly, as would someone tracing a drawing. She perks up at Mokou's question halfway through her stack of work, and beams a bright smile her way. "Doing good! I think.. assuming I drew everything right." She looks over at Arthur and giggles. "A break? Why for?"
Fenris seems to be doing quite well. Despite his appearance, he is rather well suited to the task at hand, copying the printed pages in elegant, neat handwriting. The fact that he adds little fanciful curlycues and monsters like an illuminated manuscript is just a bonus.
Every now and then, the burly tanuki takes a break to stretch and wander around to look over the others' work. "That is a seven," he points out helpfully over Mokuo's shoulder, "Not a one." He manages to point out a few little mistakes like this over the course of the slow hours.
Zophah gives a strained smile in return to Mokou's question. "Part of the reason I put out the call for volunteers is because I couldn't make heads or tails of any of it." She tries her best to fetch things for eveyone to keep things organized, including a carafe of hot coffee, which Arthur needed. This goes on for four hours, and the crates are only half full. "Lets keep going. Does anyone want me to fetch dinner from
New Ireland?"
