Director scoots his chair over to the 'spot' where Storey is scrubbing away.
"Missed a spot there... don't flick that brush at me!"
"I've finally gotten my computer back in order, and I've been playing with EU2 again. I really want to start writing again, but I'm in that awkward, unsettled stage. I've got lots of ideas but no idea how to put them together."
"I've played a few years as different countries but haven't had a game that interested me yet. Naples... well, I'm sure about Naples. Malacca is off to a dull start. Wallachia... no. No money, no army, no manpower, no diplomats, no nothing."
Director waves at Eochaid for a refill. Storey asks for a refill: Eochaid just stares at him and walks off muttering.
"But, since I'm starting work in a few days I feel pressured to pick something. Missed a spot there..."
"Ah, well. I'll just keep fiddling around until something strikes me as interesting."
Eochaid brings out the floor refinishing supplies. Storey looks at him in disbelief.
"Storey - just go catch that damned animal before he gets into the back room and..."
Director is interrupted by a loud crash and screaming curses in Norwegian echoing from the back room.
"...gets into the stock. I'll finish up here, you go catch the critter. Be careful - I'm told they spit like camels."
"Missed a spot there... don't flick that brush at me!"
"I've finally gotten my computer back in order, and I've been playing with EU2 again. I really want to start writing again, but I'm in that awkward, unsettled stage. I've got lots of ideas but no idea how to put them together."
"I've played a few years as different countries but haven't had a game that interested me yet. Naples... well, I'm sure about Naples. Malacca is off to a dull start. Wallachia... no. No money, no army, no manpower, no diplomats, no nothing."
Director waves at Eochaid for a refill. Storey asks for a refill: Eochaid just stares at him and walks off muttering.
"But, since I'm starting work in a few days I feel pressured to pick something. Missed a spot there..."
"Ah, well. I'll just keep fiddling around until something strikes me as interesting."
Eochaid brings out the floor refinishing supplies. Storey looks at him in disbelief.
"Storey - just go catch that damned animal before he gets into the back room and..."
Director is interrupted by a loud crash and screaming curses in Norwegian echoing from the back room.
"...gets into the stock. I'll finish up here, you go catch the critter. Be careful - I'm told they spit like camels."