nikko ; dreamer/muffin ; white elephant

[attr="class","jorggradient1"] I had just got out of one the most dull meetings ever, The Board of Directors were going on and on about this new upcoming Quell that we get to have the “great honor and privilege” of financing for these next couple of year. They seemed so excited to be doing this which of course means that I have to figure out the books for the next 3 years as the Senior Manager. Great, like I already don’t have enough trying to balance 5 different clients at once while not being stopped by a Peacekeeper every 20 minutes when I go out. Now I get to figure out how we are going to balance the budget for the Quell that is 3 years from now, because apparently Arena’s aren’t built in a week. You would think so with the amount of technology that we have but NOOOOOOOOOOO. At least I won’t have to worry about the damn taxes, I can leave that to Phil, and he can handle it. I swear work sometimes gets the best of me.

[attr="class","jorggradient1”]I’m very grateful that I get hour long lunch breaks, I can actually go out to eat. Which means a great escape from this awful day I’m having. I already have to help iron out the details of the Pageant winnings with MuttMunchies, and now this gets steaming pile of 75th bull gets added right on top of it all. Great. I decided a nice, rich lunch will help me get out of this funk as I walk out of the shinning glass building. My nostrils flare as I inhale the crisp, fresh winter air. My black wool, tailored trench coat moves with the slight breeze of the afternoon air. Everything is in at least a ten minute walk from the Business District because it’s neighboring the City Circle. I’m walking as I pass the sleet, gray and metallic of the buildings that populate the Capitol, contrasted by the very bright and colorful outfits of the citizens. I walk into my favorite Italian restaurant, Buona Mangiata.

[attr="class","jorggradient1”]The warm rustic colors of the walls with the plush velvet and leather seats make it so homey and inviting. And the servers know sign language as well, which makes it so much easier to keep coming back by myself. My server gets me glass of Pinot Noir and water, while he puts in my order. My whip out my PDA, because work for an accountant never ends, and I start to look over the proposals for the new Arena. As I browse through the schematics and estimates, my waiter brings out my delicious food, grilled eggplant in a creamy, rich, parmesan alfredo sauce sitting on top of a bad of fettucine, covered in more alfredo. I cut through the eggplant and take my first bite as I make some adjusting entries to the proposed budget. Once I’m done with my food and my wine I leave my waiter a gracious thirty percent tip and start heading back to the office.

[attr="class","jorggradient1”]I’m still head deep into my PDA, figuring out which of my other corporate and government books I can delegate to my crew when I accidentally bump into someone. My PDA falls and bounces as the case takes the impact of the fall, both of us tripping over each other.

[attr="class","jorggradient1”] “I am so sorry about that,” I sign. “I wasn’t fully paying attention.” I give a small chuckle as I help myself up. I reach a hand out to help them up and grab my tablet before anyone steps on it. Once they get up I sign to them,

[attr="class","jorggradient1”] “What is your name?”