Fandom Island and Town

Mina had received orders from the League. She was to report this weekend to Wales to investigate some disappearances in the area. Little else of note was included in the reports, just a list of the people who had disappeared.

Why this was a League matter confounded her. But she would report, nonetheless.

For now, however, she was tidying the lobby. Her new hire was performing satisfactorily, even if she did seem a little preoccupied. She would be trustworthy enough to watch over the apartments while she was on the mission. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long.

[ooc: OCD free, open post! This is, sadly, Mina's last MCA post. She'll have her final clinic post on Friday and then PLOT shall send her to expat-ness over weekend. Not that she knows this. But I'm actually home sick today, so I'm around for interaction!]

Mina hung a sign in the front MCA window that evening.

Help Wanted
Building Superintendent
Mechanical Experience a Must
Inquire Within

With that work done, she settled into a chair in the lobby instead of being seated behind her desk. Her life was so hard. Really.

[ooc: Open! Though the job is already claimed.]

Mina settled into the lobby today, still utterly curious about that wolf she'd encountered last week. With no new reports from The League, it was the foremost thing on her thoughts. Even sitting at her desk, doing needed paperwork, was not distracting her from the thought.

She'd seen many curious things before, from the grotesque to the amazing. While this was far from either spectrum, it still made her wonder. It could be the start of a good new bit of intelligence that she could send back to her superiors.

So if anyone needed her, there was a rather fidgety landlady behind the desk in the MCA Lobby.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, answering all pings when I'm off work! (which is way earlier than it used to be, woo!]

Mina was staring at the report she'd received in the post today.

It was written by Rodney Griffin, about his discovery that an organization in France was being formed to be their own version of The League. It seemed there really was a Phantom, not just an alias adopted by James Moriarty.

She worried this meant she would need to be called back for a mission soon. While she would do her duty, of course, she preferred being an analyst in the future to a field agent in her own time.

But she was behind her lobby desk again, willing to help or speak with anyone that dropped by.

[ooc: Open, OCD free, Replying to all pings after I get off work.]

Mina was behind her desk in the MCA Lobby, reading the report she was sent from The League. It was Dr. Moreau's report on her 'sample' that she had shipped back via portal.

She could hear the disdain in every 'amateur' (of which there were many) and 'inferior' (of which there were many more). The madman's pride in his own work was rather sickening.

Eventually, she sat the report aside (the nitty-gritty details did not disgust her, they merely seemed to be information that would have better suited her when the monsters were still about) and went to her laptop where she had a game of of Spider Solitaire waiting.

[ooc: Very Open, OCD Free, Will Answer All Pings When I'm Off Work (assuming LJ loads)]

Mina worked behind her lobby desk again today, this time on a new report for the League. Between her suspicions about Sergeant Angua, the recent gremlin invasion (and yes, she had secretly taken one and dissected it... for science!), and other events, she had a lot to report upon.

No, she did not report the escalating nature of her relationship with Nathan Algren. That was personal, not business. And on the personal note, she did keep glancing in a mirror (yes, she had a reflection), wondering if she should return her hair to its natural color. She rather missed the red.

She had a TV on, playing the Olympics in the background. But she'd be grateful to see any friends or speak with any tenants.

{ooc: ocd free, i'll answer all tags when I'm off work.}

Mina was hard at work behind her desk in the lobby that evening, having had a paperwork emergency. Stupid water bills.

But she'd happily stop her work if any tenants needed anything. Or non-tenants. Or just about anyone.

[ooc: Open!]

Mina was at the desk in the MCA lobby again, despite being completely caught up on her paperwork. Instead, today she was reading through the published accounts of Alan Quatermaine's journeys that she'd bought earlier in the week at Book Haven. She had read them before, but this time she was taking notes. Gaining insight on the man would help her better understand him and better work with him.

No ulterior motives at all. Really.

But, if you had any complaints about your apartment, wished to rent one, or just talk to Ms. Murray, she would happily set down her book for you.

[ooc: OCD free, Open, I will reply to -all tags- when I get off work.]

Mina was behind the lobby desk today, making a sign for the window advertising the vacancies in the building. It was almost time for the new term. That meant new teachers on the island. Hopefully ones that didn't have loud parties or smashed walls.

She'd been watching too many American sitcoms in her off hours.

[ooc: Post is open! The info post is sorta updated via the friending list updates, she's not evicted anyone who hasn't quite left the island yet. Feel free to mod the sign as NOT listing your apartment as vacant for anyone still here the next few days :D Also, if I've mistakenly removed you from the list, let me know too!]

Mina was not pregnant, thank you very much. Nor was she a ninja assassin for any organized crime elements.

She was doing her British duty and ignoring that anything odd had happened over the weekend and would continue to pretend along those lines unless someone made her very cross.

For now, she was behind the desk in the MCA lobby, finishing up some paperwork. If anyone had anything they needed, she would be glad to help them.

[ooc: Open! Off to work I go, but I'll be around afterwards to play!]

Mina was in behind the lobby desk late that day, trying not to think of the fact she was wearing an elf costume.

It was undignified, but not as undignified as some things she'd done and worn while gremlin bit.

She would definitely not report this to the League.

[ooc: Open to any and all!]

Mina had awoken that morning to a strange phone call from the bureaucrats behind the League. They even put Allan on the line, to prove their statements. And with Allan's endorsement, she had agreed to return as a member of the league, on the condition she be allowed to stay in Fandom for the majority of her time.

After the government types realized she would not be swayed from such an idea, they came to a compromise. She'd be allowed to stay if she continued her intelligence gathering. To expedite such things, they'd just made arrangements for her to manage the apartment building she lived in. Mina could hardly object to being given such an executive responsibility. She begrudgingly thanked them, and went about to start familiarizing herself with the office on the lobby floor. She had a lot of paperwork to go through. Oh, and she'd have to move her things from her apartment to the much more lavish apartment intended for the manager. That would be a priority as well.

So, anyone happening to enter the apartment building today would probably notice that there was stacks of paper over on the counter, and a blonde woman cursing every so often as she tried to understand what all of these files were for.

[ooc: Open post, of course. Details of Mina's phone conversation NFB, pretty please]