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MCA Lobby; Wednesday [ 07/01 ].

Well, today was the first day of a new month, and so it just seemed right that it would be Rachel's first day really setting to the task of the new responsibility placed on her shoulders, squared proudly in a very nice jacket, professional and feminine, and she thought again to herself, if the girls could see me now! No more shadow of a red dress behind her husband, who people only talked to because it was a social service and not because they wanted to, but a individual woman on her own right.

"Now let's see..." Unsure of where to start, Rachel sorted through a few things and then got to what was probably the best place. It didn't involve anything like getting to actually familiarize herself with who was who in her building, but more like familiarizing herself with who was where, what they owed in rent, and when their payments were due. She was here to run a business here, people, not make best friends forever.

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Because that's what they're there for. MCA Info post here (http://no-snow-white.livejournal.com/1459.html).

Because that's kind of what she's there for, too. Even if she doesn't like it.

Robin came meandering out of her apartment with a group of dogs in tow -- a black Lab puppy, a Shiba Inu, a Dalmatian and a Chihuahua, for those curious -- and tilted her head at the blonde who was where her old landlord used to be. "Hi?"

While it was a welcome sight to see people with normal pets that weren't going to be used for food (jeez oh man, she hoped not, anyway!), Rachel was a little reluctant about the little rat like one who looked like something you'd have to check the flour to see if he'd wormed his way into it to give you and yours some unspeakable disease just by being there. It was cute, sure, if you didn't look too hard and it didn't remind you of rats.

"Hello, there," Rachel said, focusing on the puppy instead, because he was very cute. "Heading out for a walk?"

Taking the dogs out for a walk. It was such a normal, average, almost boring thing.

It was nice.

"Yeah, and in a bit I'll come back for the rest of them," Robin said, nodding. "There's, um, a few more in there. We like dogs. Are you new in town? I don't think I've seen you before."

"The rest of them?" Rachel couldn't help asking. "You run a kennel out of your apartment, or something?"

That was definitely the sort of situation she felt a manager should be kept abreast of.

"And I am." She straightened. "I'm Rachel Price; I'm the new manager of this here apartment complex."

Even if it was just a building, not a complex. Complex sounded more impressive.

Robin arched a brow, but smiled. "Nah -- we just have eight. Six are mine, two are my boyfriend's, including this little guy." She nodded to the puppy, then shifted the assorted leashes to her left hand to offer her right to Rachel. "Huh, I didn't even know Rusty'd gone. But anyway, hi, I'm Robin Scherbatsky. I'm actually the deputy mayor, so if you need help settling in or finding anything, I'm kind of your girl, too."

This made Robin the second person to mention that about the last manager, and she hadn't even met that many people so far. Guy must have slipped out like a thief in the knife, or something. And eight dogs! Jeez oh man, what did they keep them around for? The rough winters?

"Oh! Robin. Marshall at the bar mentioned you just last night."

...Of course she remembered the name of the person serving her alcohol.

"Oh, yeah, I know Marshall and Lily -- that's his wife, she teaches up at the school -- from home," Robin said with a quick nod. "We go way back. And good job on finding the bar early on; I think that was the first place I went when I got here, after I'd found an apartment."

"Oh, I've been there before," Rachel explained, lest Robin think she was an excessive boozer or anything. "My sister went to school here, and, believe you me, when I visited her, I needed to find it then."

"Ugh, yes," Robin agreed emphatically. "Those weekends are always hellish. I work at the bar on Sundays, actually, but I'm not sure I know your sister." But then again, Robin didn't know most of the kids by their actual names.

"She would have been the crippled one," Rachel stated frankly, barely keeping from rolling her eyes. "She doesn't talk to anyone, though, so it's no surprise at all if you didn't know her."

"Oh!" Robin did, in fact, remember her. "If she's the one I'm thinking of, she came in on my nights a couple times and got amontillado. I just remember because, you know, what seventeen year-old kid gets freaking amontillado? I was drinking Labatts at that age." Not that that had changed in twelve years.

"I don't even know what almondtadillo is," Rachel said. "But if it's Adah, I don't think I'd want to know."

Because that would mean it was something probably creepy or weird, if not both.

The weather is making me regret all those times I said, "Yeah, but I really wish it would rain."

I didn't mean for a week straight, weather!

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