Eugene
Airfield Staff
[Featuring Euge and Ivy in an edited live chat. Enjoy!]
“Hey Dimwit,” Ivy stomped into the Flight Office and slammed her schedule down on the metal desk, “You printed all my times wrong. What kind of operation do you think you’re running?”
Not willing to spin his chair around and face Ivy quite yet, Euge sat resolutely facing the screen. “What’s the matter, princess? Does everyone else’s operations need to be shuffled around to accommodate your beauty rest?”
She squinted at the word ‘princess’, then inhaled sharply, “You think I’m a real sucker, don’t you? None of the students are even scheduled for 4:00 am.”
Upon hearing the odd timing, Euge stopped twiddling with a pencil and rolled his chair towards Ivy, coming to a rest as he snagged the questionable flight briefing. Scanning over it quickly, he nodded once. “You’re right. Clearly it’s better for you to have the 9 pm, 1 am and 7 am slots. I’ll get that changed right now.”
Sliding back to his keyboard, Euge had an updated schedule printing within a few keystrokes. “Hope you’re well stocked on coffee,” he chimed as he passed the fresh sheet to her.
“I should have you reported for fooling around with sensitive company information...” Ivy muttered as she studied the new schedule, “Really!? 1:00 am? That’s the only time Gate C is open?”
Nodding, Euge suppressed a grin. “Until the rotations change in spring, yes. That is, unless you want to use rope ladders instead of crew stairs.” Kicking his feet up on the desk he began to mindlessly scroll through his open tabs, not realizing the real schedule was lurking within until it was too late.
Widening her eyes at the actual timetables on Eugene’s screen Ivy felt a rush of white-hot anger flood over her. Suddenly grabbing hold of the back of his swivel-chair, Ivy turned the Pilot around. “You…” Her dominant hand had already crushed the false schedule and now was clenched in a hard fist, she stopped herself just in time and exhaled. “Print out the real times... Now.”
Taken by surprise from the quick rotation, Euge forced himself to quash the slight feeling of intimidation he felt from suddenly staring Ivy down. “There’s fresh coffee in the pot?” He quickly backpedaled while hunting blindly with his hand for the print button.
Her eyes glanced from Eugene’s eyes to the screen, seeing the print verified confirmation she took a step back. Ivy’s intensive training for the Commander position led to many cranky mornings and late nights, not at all helped by long hours at the airfield with someone she couldn’t stand. Since they met, the new flight instructor seemed to think finding creative ways to make her lose her temper was a good hobby.
“You better pray that coffee is strong,” Ivy grabbed the fresh sheet of paper as it left Eugene’s printer.
Quickly recovering and covering with a grin, Euge shot back. “And you might want to check the printer five floors up. Seems I accidentally sent it there instead of this one. What can I say? Weird things happen when I’m pressured.” Leaning back in his chair with his smile still in place, Euge slid himself back for a better view as the redhead stormed out of the flight office.
“This is a waste of paper!” She yelled back so he could hear her through the open door.
Rolling his eyes as he wheeled back to his desk, Euge replied evenly, “So put it back in the printer.”
His only response was a slender paper airplane, which performed a halfhearted loop before stalling and fluttering gently down to land on his keyboard.
“Hey Dimwit,” Ivy stomped into the Flight Office and slammed her schedule down on the metal desk, “You printed all my times wrong. What kind of operation do you think you’re running?”
Not willing to spin his chair around and face Ivy quite yet, Euge sat resolutely facing the screen. “What’s the matter, princess? Does everyone else’s operations need to be shuffled around to accommodate your beauty rest?”
She squinted at the word ‘princess’, then inhaled sharply, “You think I’m a real sucker, don’t you? None of the students are even scheduled for 4:00 am.”
Upon hearing the odd timing, Euge stopped twiddling with a pencil and rolled his chair towards Ivy, coming to a rest as he snagged the questionable flight briefing. Scanning over it quickly, he nodded once. “You’re right. Clearly it’s better for you to have the 9 pm, 1 am and 7 am slots. I’ll get that changed right now.”
Sliding back to his keyboard, Euge had an updated schedule printing within a few keystrokes. “Hope you’re well stocked on coffee,” he chimed as he passed the fresh sheet to her.
“I should have you reported for fooling around with sensitive company information...” Ivy muttered as she studied the new schedule, “Really!? 1:00 am? That’s the only time Gate C is open?”
Nodding, Euge suppressed a grin. “Until the rotations change in spring, yes. That is, unless you want to use rope ladders instead of crew stairs.” Kicking his feet up on the desk he began to mindlessly scroll through his open tabs, not realizing the real schedule was lurking within until it was too late.
Widening her eyes at the actual timetables on Eugene’s screen Ivy felt a rush of white-hot anger flood over her. Suddenly grabbing hold of the back of his swivel-chair, Ivy turned the Pilot around. “You…” Her dominant hand had already crushed the false schedule and now was clenched in a hard fist, she stopped herself just in time and exhaled. “Print out the real times... Now.”
Taken by surprise from the quick rotation, Euge forced himself to quash the slight feeling of intimidation he felt from suddenly staring Ivy down. “There’s fresh coffee in the pot?” He quickly backpedaled while hunting blindly with his hand for the print button.
Her eyes glanced from Eugene’s eyes to the screen, seeing the print verified confirmation she took a step back. Ivy’s intensive training for the Commander position led to many cranky mornings and late nights, not at all helped by long hours at the airfield with someone she couldn’t stand. Since they met, the new flight instructor seemed to think finding creative ways to make her lose her temper was a good hobby.
“You better pray that coffee is strong,” Ivy grabbed the fresh sheet of paper as it left Eugene’s printer.
Quickly recovering and covering with a grin, Euge shot back. “And you might want to check the printer five floors up. Seems I accidentally sent it there instead of this one. What can I say? Weird things happen when I’m pressured.” Leaning back in his chair with his smile still in place, Euge slid himself back for a better view as the redhead stormed out of the flight office.
“This is a waste of paper!” She yelled back so he could hear her through the open door.
Rolling his eyes as he wheeled back to his desk, Euge replied evenly, “So put it back in the printer.”
His only response was a slender paper airplane, which performed a halfhearted loop before stalling and fluttering gently down to land on his keyboard.
