Surprise part 4
Dec. 4th, 2010 11:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstomaTitle: Surprise 4
Author: charisstoma
Rating: PG for past remembrances and non-detailed drunken antics
Content: Archives record many things. Even what happens right outside their own doors.
Word count: 598 , without counting the words of mee_eep’s plunny/contribution to this saga.
Note to mee_eep: Oooooouuuuuch and thank you. This is #100 on my list of LL & affiliated stories. Wheeee.
Steals this from mee_eep..
“Adnan,
I must respectively request you remove your nose from those books and look beyond it. There is an alarming risk that you might miss something of great importance. Time you self-evaluated and prioritized accordingly old friend.
Regards
Meep”
The outside cameras on the Ancient and Honorable Djinn Archive recorded the complete events at the portals when activated by motion. This included sounds, so any visitors that happened by during the ‘Not Open’ times could be monitored, contacted later if their needs seemed of value to be followed up on, or ignored. Some of the recordings were quite interesting to watch. The time when two long standing rival djinn had demanded entrance during the early morning hours, probably after bar closure, was a great favorite. Their words being slurred were a little difficult to understand but it seemed that there was a dispute over some fact of no consequence. They’d come to blows outside of the portal which degenerated into a wrestling upon the ground and then the action became quite interesting. That recording was cataloged and stored both in the Archive proper and on many individual computers.
This most recent recording was puzzling. It could be another crank visit, they got those sometimes, but the individual seemed to be ‘Human’. Most unusual. And the message was for the Master Librarian. Samir wasn’t sure what to do with it but using the CYA* tactic, he archived a copy and sent the original to the Master. With a shrug, he thought that even if Faisal kept it from the Master, the copy would be up for review at several different evaluations and he’d have discharged his responsibilities as Monitor of the Portal Records. Information was information.
Three months later, a portal recording made its way into the system for reviewing. Between the nasty head cold and the effects of the after NaNoWriMo drinking celebrations, Faisal could be excused for letting some items normally screened to slip by him and onto the Master’s ‘to do list‘. The Master had attended those same celebrations but had left earlier to settle for a quiet night of reading back chapters in a certain favorite blog. Clearer headed than most of his staff, at the end of the work day Adnan reviewed his last item, a Portal recording, and couldn’t make anything of it.
‘Why was this human banging at ‘his’ portal? He’d never banged on any human’s portal… that he could remember. Smiling, he could think of a few portals he’d like to be banging. One in particular. Odd that he’d not heard from that portal recently after the time he’d been caught mid-frenzy of NaNoWriMo submissions cataloging. He always got testy during that time. So many submissions needing evaluation, cataloging, preparation, and storage. He really needed to delegate more, was the thought on reflection. Faisal was competent and, with a few assistants, might be capable of dealing with the manuscript submissions next year’s NaNo inflow.
A reminiscing smile followed the thought that Steve would do well as a temp archivist during the next influx, he’d been quite active during NaNo with his own project, but after shouldn’t be any problem. That position where he was typing while being impaled… Shaking his head to bring it back on topic, the Master thought that having a record of what a massive event activities were during and after the end of NaNo at the Archive, might be a useful thing to present to those who wondered about the whole NaNoWriMo experience. Perhaps, he should send a message to his little blog lover. It was a good excuse to reopen relations that seemed to have gagged themselves. Adnan hoped that their time together wasn’t just a holiday fling for Steve.
*CYA- for those who may not know this term, is short for ‘Cover Your Ass’.
Author: charisstoma
Rating: PG for past remembrances and non-detailed drunken antics
Content: Archives record many things. Even what happens right outside their own doors.
Word count: 598 , without counting the words of mee_eep’s plunny/contribution to this saga.
Note to mee_eep: Oooooouuuuuch and thank you. This is #100 on my list of LL & affiliated stories. Wheeee.
Steals this from mee_eep..
“Adnan,
I must respectively request you remove your nose from those books and look beyond it. There is an alarming risk that you might miss something of great importance. Time you self-evaluated and prioritized accordingly old friend.
Regards
Meep”
The outside cameras on the Ancient and Honorable Djinn Archive recorded the complete events at the portals when activated by motion. This included sounds, so any visitors that happened by during the ‘Not Open’ times could be monitored, contacted later if their needs seemed of value to be followed up on, or ignored. Some of the recordings were quite interesting to watch. The time when two long standing rival djinn had demanded entrance during the early morning hours, probably after bar closure, was a great favorite. Their words being slurred were a little difficult to understand but it seemed that there was a dispute over some fact of no consequence. They’d come to blows outside of the portal which degenerated into a wrestling upon the ground and then the action became quite interesting. That recording was cataloged and stored both in the Archive proper and on many individual computers.
This most recent recording was puzzling. It could be another crank visit, they got those sometimes, but the individual seemed to be ‘Human’. Most unusual. And the message was for the Master Librarian. Samir wasn’t sure what to do with it but using the CYA* tactic, he archived a copy and sent the original to the Master. With a shrug, he thought that even if Faisal kept it from the Master, the copy would be up for review at several different evaluations and he’d have discharged his responsibilities as Monitor of the Portal Records. Information was information.
Three months later, a portal recording made its way into the system for reviewing. Between the nasty head cold and the effects of the after NaNoWriMo drinking celebrations, Faisal could be excused for letting some items normally screened to slip by him and onto the Master’s ‘to do list‘. The Master had attended those same celebrations but had left earlier to settle for a quiet night of reading back chapters in a certain favorite blog. Clearer headed than most of his staff, at the end of the work day Adnan reviewed his last item, a Portal recording, and couldn’t make anything of it.
‘Why was this human banging at ‘his’ portal? He’d never banged on any human’s portal… that he could remember. Smiling, he could think of a few portals he’d like to be banging. One in particular. Odd that he’d not heard from that portal recently after the time he’d been caught mid-frenzy of NaNoWriMo submissions cataloging. He always got testy during that time. So many submissions needing evaluation, cataloging, preparation, and storage. He really needed to delegate more, was the thought on reflection. Faisal was competent and, with a few assistants, might be capable of dealing with the manuscript submissions next year’s NaNo inflow.
A reminiscing smile followed the thought that Steve would do well as a temp archivist during the next influx, he’d been quite active during NaNo with his own project, but after shouldn’t be any problem. That position where he was typing while being impaled… Shaking his head to bring it back on topic, the Master thought that having a record of what a massive event activities were during and after the end of NaNo at the Archive, might be a useful thing to present to those who wondered about the whole NaNoWriMo experience. Perhaps, he should send a message to his little blog lover. It was a good excuse to reopen relations that seemed to have gagged themselves. Adnan hoped that their time together wasn’t just a holiday fling for Steve.
*CYA- for those who may not know this term, is short for ‘Cover Your Ass’.
