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therealpm*He's been told he has another inspection today- apparently it was delayed by a combination of staff cuts and his extended transformation, so Peter's dressed up in one of his better suits and tied his necktie loose enough that the collar can be inspected if necessary.
Bored for lack of work to do- Jo hasn't delivered the next tranch of paperwork yet and he's read all the books, he picks up The Machine's readouts and tries to work out precisely what got him into this mess in the first place.*
Bored for lack of work to do- Jo hasn't delivered the next tranch of paperwork yet and he's read all the books, he picks up The Machine's readouts and tries to work out precisely what got him into this mess in the first place.*
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Re: Friday 6th October, 2 PM
Date: 2012-10-07 06:29 pm (UTC)Thank you.
*His head is spinning, but he tries to stay focussed. He can go to pieces later, when there's no one to see.*
What is DEFRA's usual process after completion of this inspection?
Re: Friday 6th October, 2 PM
Date: 2012-10-07 06:50 pm (UTC)What's next, Lord Mandelson? After I finish my rounds for the day, I write a report. I'm your assigned caseworker.
Then I go to the Foreign Secretary and inform him that you are on the no-fly list, now that you are approved for civilian ownership and therefore not going to be simply controlled at DEFRA.
After that, I file all the paperwork and it goes to Lord de Mauley for approval.
If everything is officially approved, then you get to see me on unannounced monthly visits.
Re: Friday 6th October, 2 PM
Date: 2012-10-07 06:54 pm (UTC)Thank you for the clarification.
I shall hopefully look forward to seeing you in a month's time then.
Re: Friday 6th October, 2 PM
Date: 2012-10-07 07:02 pm (UTC)Goodbye, Lord Mandelson.
*She leaves her number with Dawn. Just in case.*
Re: Friday 6th October, 2 PM
Date: 2012-10-07 08:12 pm (UTC)Quadroplegia.
He can think of little worse. Bad enough to depend on John to bring him food, without needing to be fed, washed... he shudders. He's ruined a man's life, and the woman's too, by the sound of it.
He curls up on his side, twisting the edge of the blanket around his fists. If they would only let him use The Machine, he is sure he could find some cure, some way to make things better. Sure of it.
He resolves to ask John about it when the man next stops by, loathing the fact that at present, it is the only thing he can do.*