[open] hello sunshine

[wotcher]

Del had commandeered one of the computer in Central. Hunching over the monitor, and trying to make herself look as small as possible, Adelaide slipped a memory stick into the tower and began uploading her files into the database.

Her fingers were working furiously at the keys, while her tail was tucked almost between her legs, and her ears were plastered to her skull. It was all about not being noticed. Mornings were wretched things. Things that Del didn't like at all. Especially when she'd been out "working" all night long. People were grumpy in the mornings, and often tried to assign other people "duties". Which was what Del was trying to avoid, because, well, she didn't want any more "duties" at the moment.

Sure, she could have used a less public and more personal system, but Central was right here, on her way! And Adelaide figured it was best to get her pictures and notes down in the system now, and out to those who required them as quick as possible. Maybe then she'd be able to get some breakfast, some rest, and some… well, privacy wasn't really the word… left alone. Yes, that was it. Alone time, without anyone asking her to do this or go there, or whatever else they could think of.

Sliding a bit further into the cubicle, Del tried not to flinch every time someone rushed by her. Her hackles did stir though, whenever someone would begin to slow near her space. She really wished she could have pinned a "no interruptions" sign on her back, but that just wasn't possible. And hell, she stood out like a sore thumb. She was wearing a puffy leather jacket. But she loved leather, and the only time she could get away with it was when she went to places outside the Facility and wasn't supposed to look like an Angel.

Protocol and "uniforms" be damned! And why wouldn't the files upload any faster?

She was thinking of setting a command to have all files transferred once uploaded and just abandoning her memory stick when she realized someone was bearing down on her. Swallowing her irritation, Del set the command and whirled to face the on comer. Her expression wasn't exactly welcoming, but she'd managed not to snarl.

That was good, right?

"What?"

Not the friendliest tone ever, either. Maybe on day she'd gain a couple social graces... we hope.

[basil]

A hybrid of roughly the age of thrity three came in from outside, obviously used to coming and going as she wished. She wore an extremely large scarf around her neck and over her muzzle, a long gun jacket and strange boots that were custom made for her own use. There were known other like them.
An extremely noticable thing about her features was the fact that her left eye was merely a metal plate and there was nothing of her left ear except a metal piece to replace her missing body part. Basically one eyed and a hybrid to boot, her mysterious face covering was an unusual way to hide from the cold.

As usual, people were up and doing things like they weren't supposed to. Such unorganized beings. And yet the boss never knows of such things. Slowly removing the scarf from her face with a wrapped right hand, she happened to stop behind someone who was furiously typing on the keyboard. Such an irritating noise to be making in such early mornings.
However, much to her boring surprise, the anthro she was behind turned with a nonchalant greeting. Her right eye narrowed a bit more than it had already been as she stared at the other femme.
"Did I say anything to you?"
Cold, Basil's voice held no interest in the other before her. Ringed tail twitched as she neither blinked or looked away as she waited for Del's answer. Being patronized when she had a headache was most definately not a good idea.

[wotcher]

Del's ears flicked forward, lashes batting as she blinked in astonishment. A hybrid. Adelaide never had, and probably never would, feel comfortable around the hybrids. She herself was one, in a sense, but her family was that of wolves. The melding of dragons and other creatures had always made her skin crawl. In truth, she'd never been fond of reptiles of any sort. In response to the hybrid's words, her ears flicked backward, though they did not pin.

"You were hovering."

Del didn't snap, exactly, but the words were certainly ground out. Her jaw was set, the muscles tense, making her neck bulge and her ruff stand out a bit. You could almost say she looked like a puffed up toad. Only, she didn't even remotely resemble a toad, or an amphibian for that matter. Either way, she didn't like people hovering. Especially when she was trying to get something done. It made her feel antsy.

Behind her the computer whirled and whizzed, draining her photos from her memory stick and sending them out with her reports, to whoever had ordered them. She wasn't sure. She'd just been given an access code to send them to, and had done that. She didn't particularly care either.

The only that kept her response to the obviously equally annoyed female hovering around her personal space, was the fact that Adelaide was pretty sure the woman… hybrid… creature, was higher ranking than she was herself. The dragon-melded always seemed to be. Nasty creatures. Then there was that… aura. Higher ups always had it. It was a definite "I'm the boss" kind of attitude. Made Del feel like sneezing - and groveling - which was an irritating mixture of signals.

The need to submit usually ruled though. Her ears flicked again, this time coming to rest with on pointed outward into central, and the other cocked toward the hybrid.

"Did you need something?"

Ahg! Tail tucking belly pisser! Del railed at herself.

[basil]

The hybrid neither looked away or flinched everytime the pure bred wolf spoke. When several other creatures passed, they passed behind her, not in front. To bad they did not want to cross her today. Basil's tail twitched in annoyance. Her right eye remaining narrowed and small.
"If I had been hovering, I didn't notice."

It was a plain fact that Basil was a definate b*itch to pretty much anyone she met with an attitude. However, her moods were even worse when the weather was especially cold.
She wanted to get out of here because these computers not only hurt her only eye but they also hurt her head more than anything. Damn inventions.
As the wolf femme seemed to change her attitude, her eyebrow raised in question about it. Typical, groveling was one thing she liked to see, but not every where she goes.
"Indeed..."

Short response that that was neither yes nor no. Many of Basil's responses could easily be questioned, but others who know of her in the Hour Glass Guild advice against questioning anything she does. Her habits show true when she is at work, especially in meetings with the council, and others have learned to accept it little by little.
Before she answered, her green eye peered to the computer screen, seeing several pictures she had asked for on a recent mission flash by. Good, they were definately headed for hers and several other computers. Too bad nobody ever really knew what she wanted when she came up to them. Fortunately her way of winding down was to go home and work on several projects she has going.
"... Where is your boss' office? I need to speak with him of important matters."
Again, her green eye moved back to look at Adelaide.