Timestamp: Dyo 45, 81383 Who: Fautal Vliemd Wearing: cargo pants with a t-shirt. IC: Fautal had had some trouble with his dig site. It didn't seem to be mapped out at all. The way that you got around was by memory and if you got lost you had to hope that someone would be able to give you directions to get back to where you needed to be. This came as a problem because some of the newer crew seemed to get lost pretty often and it put them behind schedule which caused trouble for Fautal as this site's director. Fautal had acknowledged this problem and had called for a cartographer to help map out the area. Fautal was now in his tent working on some paper work to approve the use of some equipment. This was a rather relieving task sometimes but it was getting rather monotonous and he needed to get out and have some fresh air. Fautal hoped that the cartographer would come soon, in fact he was scheduled to come in today. After finishing that set of paperwork Fautal got up, stretched, and went outside to see how the operation was going.
Roderick Targus walked into the camp, his appearance drawing not a few stares. Snagging a one of the workers, he inquired as to the whereabouts of the dig-site supervisor. After getting a stammered reply and a nod in the general direction, he was off again, his pack's wooden frame creaking as its load swayed in time to the quadruped's rolling gait. <OOC: Sorry 'bout the delay, finals week took a lot more outta me then I expected. And please be patient with me, my posts will get longer as we start to get into it.>
OOC: No problem. I'm going to be a bit scarce myself, so don't worry too much about it. IC: Fautal walked around a bit, grateful to be out of his office. An oportunity such as this to see the going-ons of the dig site for himself was a joy to be had. He'd be able to personally oversee some of the more obscure jobs that were here. Though it was his job to go know what was happening on a real-time basis, Fautal felt sometimes confined to his desk under a prison of paperwork. It did have some of its fun parts too. This job was what Fautal was born to do. Fautal walked along and noticed a quadriped walking in his direction. He knew that is was about the time the cartographer should have arrived. At least this one was on schedule. Fautal walked over to the quadriped and asked, "Are you the cartographer that I hired?"
IC: The Lukuo nodded, shifting his weight and proffering a talon. "Name's Rod, Master Cartographer. Where would you like me to start?" he replied, his eyes taking in the surrounding camp, already taking mental notes...
Fautal started walking and motioned for the Lukuo to follow. "Unfortunately we haven't had the opportunity to map this place out yet. Usually some of the new members of the team get a little lost around here," Fautal said that as he got into a jeep-like vehicle. "Get in. We've got quite a bit of ground to cover."
