Planning for Disaster ((9))

[victoriousscarf]

Martin glanced around the reception hall. It was still early afternoon, so not many guests were coming in, except for a vacationing family he did not have much interest in.

Adjusting his glasses, he noticed one of Macavity's henches walking across the room and tried to remember his name. Ah, yes. "Mr. Logan," he said, voice high enough to be heard but certainly nothing so undignified as a yell.

[amanika]

Taradan had only been nipping into the Demoniaque, concerned about a lack of funding from the time his injury was causing him to take off work, he'd gone in to collect a nominal amount of money owed to him from a fellow hench. He'd found the cat without much trouble and been returned what he was owed without a fuss, and was just leaving when he caught Martin's call from the reception desk.

Ears swiveling towards the sound a moment before he turned, Taradan sighed inwardly, he hoped he hadn't come to the attention of one of the higher-ups for the wrong reasons again, he was still concerned about Ricky in that respect. He couldn't stand Martin at the best of times anyway.

Still, he resignedly made his way over to the front desk, "Can I help you Mister Smith?"

[victoriousscarf]

Martin did not look unduly impressed with the other. "I was wondering if you had some time," he said, eying the other's bandages. "I may have something for you to do."

[amanika]

Well at least this seemed like it wasn't anything from higher up, small relief there. Taradan glanced at his watch, not that he had anywhere to be, but it made him feel more in control to pretend he had. "I might do, all depends what y'had in mind."

[victoriousscarf]

"I assume you have heard about the Ball Macavity is planning on hosting for New Years?" Martin asked, glancing over his glasses. "There is still much to be done for it, and the boss himself seems to be... unable to be useful for a while. I'll need some help organizing some things, and getting things taken care of. Want to earn any extra money with your arm out of commission?"

[amanika]

Well Taradan had to admit that Martin was all to aware of his motivations, that was why he distrusted the other cat. Still, he knew full well he could use the money; that was what was so irritating about this.

"I might," he said again, not wanting to appear too willing right off the bat, "jus' what exactly would this entail?"

[victoriousscarf]

Martin glanced down at his papers, considering. "Well, we need to still get things from different vendors, as well as figure out this bloody guest list, and figure out... decorations," he said the last word with disgust. He glanced at the other. "You can drive with that arm, correct?"

[amanika]

Taradan couldn't help but chuckle at Martin's abhoring of decorations, then again, it was a companionable laugh, since Taradan wasn't really the sort of cat to bother with fancy trimmings either.

"Should be able ta', the Doc won't like it, but what he don't know won't harm him."

[victoriousscarf]

"Good," Martin said, nodding. "There are several vendors I need to discuss things with, and they were most rude about insisting I come to them." He managed to keep the wince off his face. He hated cars passionately. They reminded him too much of tanks rolling across the blasted landscape... His eyes snapped back over to Taradan. "Would you mind?" he asked, rising. "I need a second person to back me up with these people and I would rather not have to drive while figuring out specifics," he grabbed his notebook and a pen to better jot down notes while moving.

[amanika]

"Right now?" Taradan was a little surprised, "I suppose it ain't outta' the question." he looked at his watch again, "I got time."

[victoriousscarf]

"Now would be good," Martin replied, fishing around behind the desk for his coat. "The better this is over with, the better." He was slightly angry at Macavity for fostering this on him. Not that he would allow anyone in on that fact.

[amanika]

Taradan shrugged, already dressed to go out since he'd just been leaving, shirt and jacket on properly, but overcoat draped over his injured shoulder, rather than using the sleeve. "Alright, ready when you are."

[victoriousscarf]

Martin reached behind the desk to grab his own coat and hat, eying the weather outside the door a little warily. "Now," he said. "Shall we?"

[amanika]

Taradan nodded, "Lead on." he said shortly, idly wondering just how well he would be able to drive like this, it wasn't something he'd really considered until now. Ah well, he'd just have to make the best of it. In all honesty, he couldn't really afford to turn down Martin's offer.

[victoriousscarf]

Martin nodded, heading for the garage. He was sure there was some car that Macavity did not need the use of at that moment that they could use, especially since they were there for Demoniaque business.