Closing Time

Posted on Tue Dec 31st, 2019 @ 7:14pm by Skyplex Administration Scarlett Wilson
Edited on on Tue Dec 31st, 2019 @ 10:13pm

Mission: Opening Shop
Location: Dockmaster's Office
Timeline: Late Night before the Circus

Scarlett looked at the numerous displays she had laid out on tablets across the floor in front of her. The entries for the lottery for sales orders were multiplying as fast as the ships currently docking with the station. She ran her fingers through her long red hair wondering how she was supposed to finish all this work and stay sane. Maintenance requests, abnormalities in docking registries, flagged individuals coming through immigration, merchants fighting for their spots in the lottery and all this with a reduced security presence. She put the order through with Constable O'Reily to offer anyone with extra time temporary employment as event staff and security coordinators. Some of the applicants were just kids finishing school, not a trained security force, or necessarily reliable, but they were bodies, and to survive these next few days would require every body she could muster.

How had her father done all this? She knew the answer. The same way she was. She remembered being commandeered byt her father to hand out lottery applications with Ha Yoon when they were finishing High School. Dressed in Blue Sun T-shirts with exposed midriffs, they worked 14 hour shifts just trying to accommodate visitors. Ha Yoon likely did it just for the T-shirt, that she would have hidden away immediately afterwards so her parents didnt catch wind of it. You did what you had to, that was the only way events like this got accomplished. lots of running around and just making sure folks did their jobs.

Today was no different. She glanced up at the clock. Damn, she was supposed to meet Oksanna and the Marshal for Drinks. She closed her eyes exhaling. Not tonight. She could use a drink. She stood up and walked around her father's large oaken desk. In the top right drawer was a small metal flask. She opened it and took a quick swallow. The warmth of the alcohol slowly washed over her. She put the flask away. There was work to be done.

She settled herself back on the floor surrounded by tablets and papers. One thing at a time. She read through the request in front of her and clicked her approval, then picked up another tablet to do the same. It was going to be another long night. As the hours rolled by, one pile grew small as others grew. In the end Scarlett once again found herself face down on the floor surrounded by piles and papers, ihe empty flask laying next to her as she slept.

-Scarlett