dutchrain
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OOC: This is a sequel to Rebuild: a zombie survival RP. The OOC for "Build" is here in the old OOC for "Rebuild", since the premisses laid out there are the same for "Build".
We are still open for new writers, but please post in the OOC before you join the fun here.
Ria
I sat behind my desk and sighed at the stack of paperwork on it. It was a good thing some people had formed a group dedicated to collecting rags and old paper and making new paper out off it because the rate we were using the supplies meant we would need it soon. Some even were working on how to make parchment. Here in Daniel's Household we used a blackboard to write down who was on what shift, when a trip to where would happen, who had kitchen duty and so on.
Most of the paperwork dealt with requests for Daniel to do this or that with the zombies. Other things were duplicates or triplicates of requests to or from the CC (City Council), the PDD (the Police/Defense Department), the SD (the Supplies Department), Energy, the HD (the Health Department), the CD (the Communications Department) or the SaSD (the School and Science Department) or announcements made by one of those, or other such important things. We had a nice bit of bureaucracy going on.
And of course we, the DH, added to it because we had to answer all those request and had some of our own too.
It was a very good thing we had the hospital up and running though, the power plant up and running, and all the other departments functioning and dealing with whatever came their way.
A loud ringing startled me and my hand moved towards the phone on my desk.
"DH, Ria speaking, hi"
"PDD, honey, it is me."
"Hi Bart, how are you?"
"Not as fine as when I left you this morning. How many extra men do you need on the next trip? Are you really sure you want to saddle the horses for that one?"
"Nice to hear! Yes. We can't keep burning gas like we did a few months ago, Bart. If it is not an emergency, we'll use horses. We caught enough of them, and we scavenged more than enough saddles and enough people are able to ride or have learned enough to stay in the saddle."
"I feel like I am reenacting when I get on a horse in full gear, Ria." His voice rung stern and disapproving in my ear, but I heard the chuckle beneath it.
"By the way, is your schedule still unchanged?"
"Yes," I answered a bit flabbergasted. He had asked me the same question this morning.
"Great. I booked us a room at the King's for Saturday. Bye, see you tonight."
Early in the afternoon of the following day, I leaned forward and patted Bruce on the shoulder.
"Good boy," I praised him. "You did exceptionally well. You are getting better all the time. Now we'll grab some food, what do you think?"
He whinnied once and I took that as a yes. Moving him through the now immobile group of zombies in the sport station, I waved at Daniel.
"Thank you, it was a great help knowing you kept an eye on us, see you in three days!"
I steered Bruce towards the guarded double door system at the gate, as did the five other troopers who had been training with me. Some were excellent equestrians, some were excellent fighters, but only two, Thomas and I, were good equestrians and good fighters.
Of course it helped us to concentrate on riding that we really knew Daniel could and would stop the zombies at a second's notice, even if he wasn't here but in his apartment. A yell from one of us, a wave from me or Thomas, and the zombies would stop as soon as the entity transported our words and moves to Daniel, and his commands back to the zombies.
"Three days? You'll be off duty for there days?" Thomas asked skeptically. I knew why. If I was off duty I still could and would wander into someone and then some work would be done.
"Yes," I nodded happy. "I'll be off duty for three days because Bart booked us a room at the King's. My bag is packed, I'll change Bruce for Zeus, pick Bart and Beauty up at the DPP headquarters, we'll trot to the King's in around three hours, maybe a bit quicker with some cantering and a short gallop thrown in, then we'll put the horses in the stables, have a shower, dress in something nice and forget about work for two days."
We are still open for new writers, but please post in the OOC before you join the fun here.
Ria
I sat behind my desk and sighed at the stack of paperwork on it. It was a good thing some people had formed a group dedicated to collecting rags and old paper and making new paper out off it because the rate we were using the supplies meant we would need it soon. Some even were working on how to make parchment. Here in Daniel's Household we used a blackboard to write down who was on what shift, when a trip to where would happen, who had kitchen duty and so on.
Most of the paperwork dealt with requests for Daniel to do this or that with the zombies. Other things were duplicates or triplicates of requests to or from the CC (City Council), the PDD (the Police/Defense Department), the SD (the Supplies Department), Energy, the HD (the Health Department), the CD (the Communications Department) or the SaSD (the School and Science Department) or announcements made by one of those, or other such important things. We had a nice bit of bureaucracy going on.
And of course we, the DH, added to it because we had to answer all those request and had some of our own too.
It was a very good thing we had the hospital up and running though, the power plant up and running, and all the other departments functioning and dealing with whatever came their way.
A loud ringing startled me and my hand moved towards the phone on my desk.
"DH, Ria speaking, hi"
"PDD, honey, it is me."
"Hi Bart, how are you?"
"Not as fine as when I left you this morning. How many extra men do you need on the next trip? Are you really sure you want to saddle the horses for that one?"
"Nice to hear! Yes. We can't keep burning gas like we did a few months ago, Bart. If it is not an emergency, we'll use horses. We caught enough of them, and we scavenged more than enough saddles and enough people are able to ride or have learned enough to stay in the saddle."
"I feel like I am reenacting when I get on a horse in full gear, Ria." His voice rung stern and disapproving in my ear, but I heard the chuckle beneath it.
"By the way, is your schedule still unchanged?"
"Yes," I answered a bit flabbergasted. He had asked me the same question this morning.
"Great. I booked us a room at the King's for Saturday. Bye, see you tonight."
Early in the afternoon of the following day, I leaned forward and patted Bruce on the shoulder.
"Good boy," I praised him. "You did exceptionally well. You are getting better all the time. Now we'll grab some food, what do you think?"
He whinnied once and I took that as a yes. Moving him through the now immobile group of zombies in the sport station, I waved at Daniel.
"Thank you, it was a great help knowing you kept an eye on us, see you in three days!"
I steered Bruce towards the guarded double door system at the gate, as did the five other troopers who had been training with me. Some were excellent equestrians, some were excellent fighters, but only two, Thomas and I, were good equestrians and good fighters.
Of course it helped us to concentrate on riding that we really knew Daniel could and would stop the zombies at a second's notice, even if he wasn't here but in his apartment. A yell from one of us, a wave from me or Thomas, and the zombies would stop as soon as the entity transported our words and moves to Daniel, and his commands back to the zombies.
"Three days? You'll be off duty for there days?" Thomas asked skeptically. I knew why. If I was off duty I still could and would wander into someone and then some work would be done.
"Yes," I nodded happy. "I'll be off duty for three days because Bart booked us a room at the King's. My bag is packed, I'll change Bruce for Zeus, pick Bart and Beauty up at the DPP headquarters, we'll trot to the King's in around three hours, maybe a bit quicker with some cantering and a short gallop thrown in, then we'll put the horses in the stables, have a shower, dress in something nice and forget about work for two days."
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