Daily writing prompts from June 9th, 2008 to December 31st, 2022
Thursday January 20th, 2022
The exercise:
Write about: the board.
They had their first RDOS board meeting(s) since I started. It was interesting, and nice to finally start getting into the actual work I'll be doing in the new job.
What does RDOS stand for then? Rubbery Diabetics On Standby? That sounds like some kind of aquatic defence force, which I rather like the sound of :)
The board Cass left the little group first with a determined stride and Fabian watched her go, wondering if she was going to be difficult about the hiring policy just for the sake of it. It felt like a fairly harmless change that would be needed, though now he came to think about it he wondered how they would determine if someone was too slow at Fire Drills to be hired to the Museum. A creeping sense of dread began to crawl over his back and chest like tiny pinpricks as he wondered if Cass would suggest not hiring people with disabilities, or with weight issues or... well, any of the many conditions that they legally weren't allowed to discriminate against. Clearly he couldn't agree with her on that, even unofficially, but it was going to seem like he'd already approved it with the Fire Official. As the thoughts raced around his head and he felt his face growing hotter with the terror of what he might have just accidentally committed to he heard yet another commotion to his left and thankfully fled his fear of having just reversed decades of equality-policy to the Maestro and the mage. "You heard her! Let me go!" Fabian looked at them both. "Let him go, Maestro," he suggested. "He didn't actually steal anything, did he? And we need to decide what to do with the figurines." Sebastian stopped struggling. "What figurines?" he said. "Did you find the Misullis?" "That's Museum business and none of yours!" snapped the Maestro. He shook the mage by the collar, a slightly comical sight and Fabian had to quickly force his mouth into a straight line lest he offend Sebastian by laughing. "I would say rather than the Museum might be coming into the possession of some new Misulli figurines," said Fabian. "A loan, from a benefactor, but nonetheless, one that might be of interest to the world." "You should find the ones you had already," said Sebastian. "Or maybe admit you have them and stop hiding them from legitimate researchers! Ow!" The Maestro had shaken him again and their shoulders had collided. "Let him go, Maestro," said Fabian, who felt that the Maestro was acting rather like a terrier that had caught a rabbit. "Like Cass said, if we keep him here then we get into issues of trespass and proof and lack of security. None of which I want because the Board will hear about it and I will be asked to explain what was going on." "They're a bunch of doddery old idiots," said the Maestro, "why should they care about some wretched illithid sneaking about the Museum and getting caught?"
"Some of them are quite young," said Fabian, who had been startled to discover that two of the Board of Oversight for the New Imperial Museum were younger than himself. "And they care a lot about reputational matters." That word did the trick at last, and the Maestro released Sebastian who pulled himself quickly out of arm's reach. "Do we really have more Misulli figurines in the Museum?" The Maestro made as though to lunge at Sebastian who started and scurried off. When he was out of sight the Maestro sighed and started walking to the Museum, and talking. Fabian realised he had little choice but to walk with him and so fell into step alongside him. "We have some," said the Maestro. "They're in storage because they're broken. And that's a Museum secret that I'd rather you didn't tell anyone about." He glared at Fabian. Fabian quailed a little on the inside but did his best to appear nonchalant to the Maestro's beady gaze. "Broke around the Day of no Sun?" asked Fabian. When the Maestro's gaze became angry he raised a placating hand. "Everything recently happened around the Day of no Sun," he said. "It must have been a very busy day for everyone as far as I can tell, and yet all I really remember of it was that the sun didn't rise all day." "Hah," said the Maestro. "That's impossible, you know." "I do know," said Fabian. "But what are the alternatives? A magically-induced blackout, or magically-induced blindness. Who has that much power?" He took the Maestro's silence as agreement. "Tell me more about these figurines," he said. "How broken? Like smashed, or what?" "I'll show you," said the Maestro. "You've got time now, I suppose?"
Greg - hah, no, unfortunately. Regional District of Okanagan-Similkameen. I believe I linked to their page when I first mentioned being hired, but basically it's the governing body for a collection of unincorporated areas, outside the actual municipalities in the area.
I'm actually a little surprised the Maestro finally let him go, but do appreciate the lengths it took to get him to do so :)
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What does RDOS stand for then? Rubbery Diabetics On Standby? That sounds like some kind of aquatic defence force, which I rather like the sound of :)
The board
Cass left the little group first with a determined stride and Fabian watched her go, wondering if she was going to be difficult about the hiring policy just for the sake of it. It felt like a fairly harmless change that would be needed, though now he came to think about it he wondered how they would determine if someone was too slow at Fire Drills to be hired to the Museum. A creeping sense of dread began to crawl over his back and chest like tiny pinpricks as he wondered if Cass would suggest not hiring people with disabilities, or with weight issues or... well, any of the many conditions that they legally weren't allowed to discriminate against. Clearly he couldn't agree with her on that, even unofficially, but it was going to seem like he'd already approved it with the Fire Official.
As the thoughts raced around his head and he felt his face growing hotter with the terror of what he might have just accidentally committed to he heard yet another commotion to his left and thankfully fled his fear of having just reversed decades of equality-policy to the Maestro and the mage.
"You heard her! Let me go!"
Fabian looked at them both. "Let him go, Maestro," he suggested. "He didn't actually steal anything, did he? And we need to decide what to do with the figurines."
Sebastian stopped struggling. "What figurines?" he said. "Did you find the Misullis?"
"That's Museum business and none of yours!" snapped the Maestro. He shook the mage by the collar, a slightly comical sight and Fabian had to quickly force his mouth into a straight line lest he offend Sebastian by laughing.
"I would say rather than the Museum might be coming into the possession of some new Misulli figurines," said Fabian. "A loan, from a benefactor, but nonetheless, one that might be of interest to the world."
"You should find the ones you had already," said Sebastian. "Or maybe admit you have them and stop hiding them from legitimate researchers! Ow!" The Maestro had shaken him again and their shoulders had collided.
"Let him go, Maestro," said Fabian, who felt that the Maestro was acting rather like a terrier that had caught a rabbit. "Like Cass said, if we keep him here then we get into issues of trespass and proof and lack of security. None of which I want because the Board will hear about it and I will be asked to explain what was going on."
"They're a bunch of doddery old idiots," said the Maestro, "why should they care about some wretched illithid sneaking about the Museum and getting caught?"
"Some of them are quite young," said Fabian, who had been startled to discover that two of the Board of Oversight for the New Imperial Museum were younger than himself. "And they care a lot about reputational matters."
That word did the trick at last, and the Maestro released Sebastian who pulled himself quickly out of arm's reach.
"Do we really have more Misulli figurines in the Museum?"
The Maestro made as though to lunge at Sebastian who started and scurried off. When he was out of sight the Maestro sighed and started walking to the Museum, and talking. Fabian realised he had little choice but to walk with him and so fell into step alongside him.
"We have some," said the Maestro. "They're in storage because they're broken. And that's a Museum secret that I'd rather you didn't tell anyone about." He glared at Fabian. Fabian quailed a little on the inside but did his best to appear nonchalant to the Maestro's beady gaze.
"Broke around the Day of no Sun?" asked Fabian. When the Maestro's gaze became angry he raised a placating hand. "Everything recently happened around the Day of no Sun," he said. "It must have been a very busy day for everyone as far as I can tell, and yet all I really remember of it was that the sun didn't rise all day."
"Hah," said the Maestro. "That's impossible, you know."
"I do know," said Fabian. "But what are the alternatives? A magically-induced blackout, or magically-induced blindness. Who has that much power?" He took the Maestro's silence as agreement. "Tell me more about these figurines," he said. "How broken? Like smashed, or what?"
"I'll show you," said the Maestro. "You've got time now, I suppose?"
Greg - hah, no, unfortunately. Regional District of Okanagan-Similkameen. I believe I linked to their page when I first mentioned being hired, but basically it's the governing body for a collection of unincorporated areas, outside the actual municipalities in the area.
I'm actually a little surprised the Maestro finally let him go, but do appreciate the lengths it took to get him to do so :)
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