Utterly Mad

The final bit of business for the orientation was the introductions of the specialists. Tobin went first, introducing himself quickly and without much fuss. After him, Tenny stood and gave an even shorter introduction. "Hello, I'm Tenny and I'm an electrician..." Tenny was human, but small and homely. To Catnip, she looked a bit like a collection of small flighty animals stuffed into a coat trying to masquerade as a person, and her demeanor did nothing to improve this perception.

After Tenny, Patrick pushed himself to center stage, seeming like he was forcing his way through an invisible crowd. With every word of his rather long "speech" about himself, Catnip grew to like him less and less. When he wasn't being blatantly offensive, he came off as awkward and a little fake. Catnip suspected that his show of aggression and general unpleasantness might have been a put on to cover for some other failing.

George, like Tenny was quiet and small but where Tenny was meek, George Brookside was confident. Every step he took was one of measured certainty. He moved easily, and spoke so as well.

Leila did not stand, preferring simply to remain seated and nodding gently when she was called. After her, it was Catnip's turn.

"I'm um... Catnip." She mumbled. Someone in the auditorium shouted for her to speak up, and she could feel the warmth in her face. Catnip could deal with and charm people one on one or even in small groups, but such a large gathering made her nervous. The feeling was compounded by her lack of fur, still not grown back entirely from her shaving at Kings Court. The effect made her look a bit freakish. Her features combined with her numerous scars made her look, she found, like one of the Cor. Her whiskers had come back, and with them her balance, which she was thankful for. "I'm a mechanic. I'm from New eng-land. I have a girlfriend named-"

Behind her, from the direction she knew to be Patrick, she heard "pffft, gay." And then the hard smack of a hand making contact with the back of his head. Catnip stood stock still, not sure how to go on when someone touched her shoulder.

"It's ok, that's enough sweet heart, you can go sit." Felicia said. Catnip was relieved to be paroled so from an experience she felt was only going to get worse.

"And I'm your secondary foreman." Felicia went on after she was sure Catnip was reseated. "The big boss has other fish to fry and you'll be reporting to me. Every day, six AM to six PM. Understood?" The gathered laborers seemed to, and so she passed the floor back to the head foreman. There were a few more small details to work out, and by the end of the day Catnip had been assigned a basic task to get started, and her choice of assistance.