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The Cat Business Office, Wednesday

The Baron may be sprawled on his couch taking a snooze. He might be. But if one were to knock on the door one would never know it, because the Baron would never be so undignified as to sprawl or snooze. The Cat Business Office is, well, open for business.

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Tommy had the address written down on a piece of paper. He was still getting used to the town so he didn't find it right away.

It wasn't until he passed by it a few times before he realized he'd been called to do work on the really short place.

"Huh," he said, standing outside.

[ooc: at work so may need to slowplay a tad]

The Baron's catsenses tingling, he woke up, rolled over the top of the sofa, landed on his wee feline feet, and peered through his single unbroken window. Perhaps that man was looking for him. He retrieved his hat and coat and stepped out, looking up.

"Good day, sir. Can I be of some assisstance?"

[[No worries ^^]]

Tommy stared for a long time.

"I gotta find an AA meeting," he said to himself. To the talking cat - because in this town why not have a talking cat? - he said "Uh, maybe? Tommy Gavin. Somebody called about needing repair work?"

"Ah, yes, Mr. Gavin." The Baron smiled with a little bow of his head. "It was I who called you." He stepped aside and gestured towards the storefront with his cane, pointing out what needed to be done. "One of the windows was broken, and the shovels of the clonetroopers damaged the trim and my balcony, as you can see."

Repair work he could deal with. Unless it talked too in which case screw everything, he was drinking again.

"Yeah, yeah," he gave it a studied look. "Any damage inside?"

[ooc: how bad is it?

"No, just a little water damage from snow that blew in," the Baron replied. "My carpets will never be the same."

[[The white balcony is cracked all the way through, barely attached to the building, the scrolly bits on the left half of the roof are gone, and most of the green wooden trim on the bottom half of the storefront has been scraped off. The glass in the window on the right of the door is totally gone, but most of the crosspieces are still there.]]

"It's doable but it'll take me a little while," Tommy said. "I can salvage what's still good but obviously a new window's coming up, and I don't know if I'd try standing on the balcony even if I was your size. I'd need to hit up some supplies from the mainland. How quick were you hoping to get it done?"

"It's not very imperative if the weather remains clement," the Baron replied. "But I had been hoping to have it completed as soon as possible."

"If you don't mind me working in my off hours I could probably get you done this weekend," Tommy said. He checked the materials on the balcony again, then scrawled a ~~handwavey~~ figure down on a piece of paper and handed (pawed?) it to the Baron. "That's my guess, including parts and labor."

The Baron took it and nodded slowly. "This seems appropriate. Very well, consider yourself hired." He extended a wee gloved paw for a handshake.

"Thanks." It took a second before Tommy figured out a good angle to hold his hand to return the shake, but he managed it. A paying gig was a paying gig. Even if it was for a cat. "Depending on how busy I am at the clinic I can get the supplies tomorrow or Friday. Come over on Saturday to start."

"Excellent. Your alacrity in this matter is admirable."

[[Sorry for the vanish. I had a clan war to attend.]]

"See you Saturday then," Tommy said.

[ooc: No prob. My work day blew up so it was just as well.]

Orlin walks past the talking cat and man. He shakes his head and continues wandering the town, getting a mental map in his head.
A talking cat? Well all universes had their own pecularities

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