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 Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 5:35 pm
The docks of Imagination Island glistened brightly in the afternoon light, having recently been scrubbed down. Whorl had been adamant about making a perfect first impression for their first set of guests and consultants, ensuring the premises were almost painfully clean, right down to the uniforms of the staff who had to change out of their morning work wear to recently cleaned and pressed uniforms and khakis in order to greet the passenger ship when it arrived.
A nervous security intern approached the security head, Wickett, and handed him a clipboard, explaining squeakily, "Whorl just faxed a new group listing, he made some last minute changes?" He looked pained for a moment and then scurried off.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 7:58 pm
Wickett took this information with a certain amount of chilliness.
"Thank you, Mr. Take."
He scanned the names, not sure how many times he'd gone over this conversation with Whorl. Security required information. Information required time. Enthusiasm did not compensate for either.
And he had not been able to talk Whorl out of the group names. Although at least Mr. Moore's suggestion for introducing the island to some professional performers (see: Vegas Showgirls) had not gone through.
He showed the list to the small man on his left, with the same frown he'd worn at the too-close-for-comfort suggestion of fantasy-themed ties.
"Last-minute changes," he repeated dryly.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 8:24 pm
Mr. Moore, meanwhile, was bouncing excitedly at Wickett's side, and although the list lacked what he was ultimately hoping for, a few names and professions pequed his interest. "So this is it! The big day. You excited? You aught to be excited. Chasing the tourists away from the unicorns," He grinned, giving the larger man an elbow.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:10 pm
"Mr. Moore, Mr. Wickett," Kiera piped in crisply with the soft thump of footsteps, a rather serious look on her face as she approached the pair. They were greeted with a nod each, though she kept a slightly more polite distance from her department head. "I'd rather hope they don't stress them too much from the beginning. Several of us had to work especially hard to keep the more energetic creatures tame. I almost think they know it's going to be a big day."
Stern as she might have looked, the lab tech was inwardly a bit nervous as well.
"Any persons of interest on that list?" she asked just to make conversation.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:14 pm
"I can barely contain myself." Wickett said.
He raised one eyebrow, and turned to address the waiting staff members.
"Good morning. And yes, some should be of particular interest to you, Ms. Ward. The assignments are as follows:"Tour Guide Groups Dragon GroupTobias (sec) Kurotomato Layla (han-ff) Roxy_roxanna2 Unicorn Group Summer (han) Syusaki Melanie (han) Nio Love Phoenix GroupBarry (han) poke mattix Rin (sec) raja Mermaid Group Kiera (lab) Ol-j-man Neala (sec) LividPeas Centaur GroupHannah (sec) Ephebe Ashlyn (han) xoxomenai Gnome Group Wickett (SEC) Toshihiko Two Abigail (han) Inle-roo
"The rest of you continue as usual. Mr. Moore will be...checking in, throughout the day. I'll be taking care of," he frowned tightly, "Gnome Group, but keep me informed if anything goes off-schedule. You each should have a small cache of snack supplies in the tour vehicles. Stay hydrated. Stay on schedule. If you have time, it wouldn't hurt to go over the security protocols again. Please keep in mind our last memo on sealife harassment."
He gave a particularly withering look to one side of the docks.
"If there aren't any further questions?"OOC Unassigned staff: ICly you may simply go about your normal jobs, OOCly you can drop in on various locations and groups as you wish
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:19 pm
Les had also made his way to the docks, and he stopped a little away from the department heads beside Kiera, whom received a wolfish grin before scruffy features fell into a semi serious set. "I'll have to agree with my colleague, the beasts have been unnaturally restless all morning." His eyes rolled, and he lifted a hand from the pocket of his lab coat to scratch at his stubble covered cheek absently. with mild interest he turned to listen to the assigned groups of handlers, though it wasn't as though that had a whole lot to do with him.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:21 pm
Nadya only quietly shook her head when asked if she had any questions. She had none. The young woman knew what she had to do and she didn't care to dally if she could at all avoid it. She was needed elsewhere with charges that she took on as her own.
Thus with quick steps she simply moved off toward the Coast. (HI EXITING) Quote: Staff Name: Nadezha Utkin [Goes by/Listens to Nadya]
Job Description: Staff - Handler - Mostly at Underwater Center
Physical Description: She stands at around 5'1 with dark brown hair that cut about shoulder length and usually kept in a braid. Her eyes dark brown colored - they almost look black. Nadya is not very thin, in fact she has curves, and well built legs - like she could probably crack heads like swallows eggs with them. She smiles often and wears perscription glasses when she reads. She has a Russian accent and is very proud of her heritage.
Brief Character Profile: Miss Utkin is friendly and cheerful it probably has a lot to do with the fact that she deals with water creatures a lot - her specialty having been dolphins while she was working in college for her Marine Biology degree. Nadya never intended to stick around Wonder Park and wanted to persue her own research, but things happened. Nadya had gotten attached to some of the critters that she works with. She is motherly and protective of those she cares for.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:23 pm
As Wickett rattled off the group assignments, Cecil grinned and slipped up beside Kiera, sliding a slender hand around her rather gloriously suit-bottled curves. "You'll make sure the kiddos stay in line, Miss Ward, I'm sure!" Without removing said hand, he addressed the rest of the crowd in a loud voice.
"AND REMEMBER, FOLKS! Your job is to sell JUST HOW MUCH FUN this place can be! We want to SELL SELL SELL! We've got all sorts of wack-jobs and suits on board, and it's YOUR jobs to wrap them around your fingers!"
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:29 pm
New clothing was always so uncomfortable. Melanie had literally just broken her knew jeans in, when they assigned new clothing for the opening. She looked as unhappy to be standing there in itchy slacks as she was to be eating the only thing that wouldn't make a mess; an apple. Anything juicier, and she knew she was going to have to go get a new shirt before the boat even got there. She didn't blink when she was called out for assignment. Unicorn group. She filed it away, and finished her apple. At least Summer was going to be taking half the workload. Maybe she could get away with just keeping the guests alive, and not.. talking to them very much. The only noise she wanted to make right now was the noisy chomp of her apple.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:34 pm
A short, squat man raised his hand, face red from rushing to be there on time.
"Uh, sir, that is, sir," he paused, catching his breath before continuing, "Are we gonna have someone stock the vending machines? I mean, you know, it would be a real tragedy, a real tragedy if we had to go without certain ah, well, you see -"
He wiped his hands on his coat, leaving greasy marks and a smudge of chocolate.
"Well, you see, we're almost out of Butterfingers."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:40 pm
Kiera bristled and made to shift away from her superior's hand (God help her if this wasn't the 203948th time she had wanted to slap it away), deciding that polite distance was going to have to turn into restraining order distance somehow. Someday. "Yes, sir," she answered cooly, shifting her coat as if to brush away the imprint of that hand.
Les's grin was met with a flat look, because she just knew this day was just going to keep getting better and better if Moore was going to get to "check in" on things. Already her little bit of humor was drying up. "Nothing we can't handle, of course."
Kiera glanced at the list and her brows shot up. "Neala? Well this will be interesting . . ." It could have been worse. "I'll have you know I haven't had an incident with that group in well over a month, Mr. Wickett," she stated quite proudly, as if that made her better somehow.
She shot Miss Apple Eater and Butterfingers a look that read "really". Priorities, people!
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:41 pm
"Yeah yeah, you do that," Cecil muttered to the round employee who's name he had forgotten. His eyes remained locked on Miss Ward and his internal projection of her in her skimpy Xena-esque armor. He did cast the grubby man a glance. "Just wash your hands." After another thought, his eyes returned back to his prey-of-the-moment. "And maybe shower."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:45 pm
Kiera's flat look was met with a shrug and a good natured smile. He wasn't going to push her buttons to badly, she was already frazzled enough. That, and their boss had already made any attempts at flirting completely redundant.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:47 pm
Melanie, deadpan expression intact, chomped down on her apple really hard in Kiera's direction.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 9:50 pm
Dean, who had finally found his staff badge and affixed it to his coat, grimaced.
"'Course, sir. Yessir."
He gazed longingly at the apple-muncher.
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