[h3][i]Maxwell Erickson[/i][/h3]
[sub][b]Location:[/b]Umbra Rose Condos: Loading Bay ——> Bldg 1, Floor 1 Hallway
[b]Time of Day:[/b] Early Morning
[b]Relevant Cast:[/b] [@Mistress dizzy][/sub]
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[i]Thirty three... thirty four... Thirty five.[/i]

Max counted the last package as the delivery driver wheeled it out of the refrigerated truck and onto the loading bay platform. He yawned as he ticked off on his clipboard, absently scratching his stubbled chin, and mentally tried to calculate the number of packages to each resident. He ended up shaking his head with a sigh, even that simple math making his head spin this early in the morning. While his shift hadn't [i]technically[/i] started, he always made sure to be at the bay first thing on delivery days, desperate to avoid another 'incident' like what happened during his first week. A shudder ran down his spine as he remembered finding Velvet 'lightly snacking' on the poor driver, though the anemia apparently did wonders to blur the man's memory of the entire event. 

'A hallucination due to blood loss and a mild concussion.' Was what the responding EMT had said after Max told them about the 'fall'.

"Well, that's the whole kitten-kaboodle." This new driver said, pulling the sliding cargo door closed. "Gotta say, this place takes double- no [i]triple[/i] the raw meat deliveries of the other condos I service." It was absent conversation but it still made Max's stomach tighten and the blood drain from his face.

"Oh! Yeah. Well. It's uh... you know these 'rich folks'... Always demanding the weekly... barbeque." He stuttered out with a slightly-too-loud laugh. 

The driver gave him a look but stepped back into the cab with a chuckle. "You wouldn't BELIEVE the kinda shit they've ordered from us before. Capybara meat! Can you believe that? I tell ya, the eccentric tastes on some of these folks!"

"You have no idea..." Max whispered to himself through his teeth as he flashed a broad smile and a wave. "See you next week, Sal." When the truck was gone and the bay doors securely closed, he grabbed the dolly and loaded it with the first set of packages. [i]100% All-Natural, Prime Beef Cuts![/i] He wheeled it into the elegantly-decorated hallway, the light squeak of the dolly and his echoed footsteps the only sounds this early in the morning. Stopping in front of the first unit in his round, he took several steadying deep breaths before knocking lightly. "Miss Chima...? It's Max! I'm here with your weekly delivery."