Another Day at the Office // Open
Nov 25, 2016 8:49:42 GMT
Post by Rebecca O'Brien on Nov 25, 2016 8:49:42 GMT
Sometimes being a reporter made Becca feel like a chicken with no head as her mother would have put it. There was just always so much going on. If she was right in the middle of a big story, she pretty much lived on coffee. She had actually fallen asleep in a back office at the Prophet once or twice after working too late on writing a story. And then there was the constant running around to interviews and press conferences. Some days it got a little hectic, to say the least.
But today, thankfully, was a much calmer day. She had spent the last couple hours interviewing the head of the new creature task force about their action in the last month. The wizard in question was a slippery bastard, answering all her toughest questions in a manner that sounded important but boiled down to absolutely nothing. Now Becca was headed back into the office to finish up her usual article about what the Wizengamot had been up to during their last session. Thoroughly boring stuff unless one could truly appreciate the finer points of politics. Which Becca could.
She had just entered the busy lobby of the Prophet building with her press pass still clipped to her satchel when she caught sight of someone looking a little lost. On a busier day, Becca might well have left them there amid the insanity of paper memos flying this way and that. But she still had plenty of time before her deadline, and she was well familiar with how overwhelming this place could be at first. So she headed over, shrugging her shoulder to resettle the strap of her bag. “Can I help you find anything?” If it was a reporter they wanted, she could easily let whoever it was know they were here. Although if this was another complaint about media bias, Becca was not above directing them into the depths of the records department in the basement. Maybe they would get lost and never come out.
But today, thankfully, was a much calmer day. She had spent the last couple hours interviewing the head of the new creature task force about their action in the last month. The wizard in question was a slippery bastard, answering all her toughest questions in a manner that sounded important but boiled down to absolutely nothing. Now Becca was headed back into the office to finish up her usual article about what the Wizengamot had been up to during their last session. Thoroughly boring stuff unless one could truly appreciate the finer points of politics. Which Becca could.
She had just entered the busy lobby of the Prophet building with her press pass still clipped to her satchel when she caught sight of someone looking a little lost. On a busier day, Becca might well have left them there amid the insanity of paper memos flying this way and that. But she still had plenty of time before her deadline, and she was well familiar with how overwhelming this place could be at first. So she headed over, shrugging her shoulder to resettle the strap of her bag. “Can I help you find anything?” If it was a reporter they wanted, she could easily let whoever it was know they were here. Although if this was another complaint about media bias, Becca was not above directing them into the depths of the records department in the basement. Maybe they would get lost and never come out.
