LV is ready for Miss H

[carolynwhite2]

--- In HPFGU-Catalogue at yahoogroups.com, "quigonginger" 
<quigonginger at ...> wrote:
>

> Ginger picks up the receiver on the phone in Miss' desk, presses 
the 
> button marked "sonorus" and speaks.  Her voice echos oddly down the 
> halls: "Miss, if you could please come to the office at your 
convenience, I  have need of your skills to set LV to rights.  Thank 
you."


Miss H starts awake, the klaxon blaring in every room in the house. 
Oh no, another team needs her! She stuffs the notes for 
her 'construction virtual team battle plan' into her briefcase, rams 
on a hard hat and leaps feet first into cyber space.

She lands with a splash in the whippy cold angry waters of Theory 
Bay. An array of militant-looking cataloguers are lined up on the 
beach. A scruffy individual with egg on his tie limps off into the 
George with a smirk on his face and some sort of peculiar child tied 
to his ankle. She'll deal with him later, perhaps by ringing social 
services.

Girding something or other around her she wades ashore, dripping and 
shivering. It's been months since she was here, but it's clear that 
the Office has been in regular use judging by the array of bottles 
and chocolate wrappers.

The silent crowd continues to glare, whilst a penguin shows off by 
diving on and off the good ship LOLLIPOP, which lies forlorn and 
beached on its side just off the shore, a few tattered deck chairs 
the only reminder of its glittering history.

A tough cookie wearing a baseball cap steps forward with a bit of 
paper:
 
> Dear Miss,
> I am ready for the new LV cats to be installed.  I have removed 
posts from everything except the main 2.10.1 category (currently my 
storage  place) and from the Evil Overlord Handbook, all the 
acronyms, and  Meaning of Name (which will no longer carry the 
analysis portion of the current title). 
> 
>

..the terse instructions continue for some pages. Guiltily, Miss H 
shuts herself away at the terminal for what seems hours, and is 
slightly surprised she can remember how to get in at all.

There are, however, a few problems. If she carries out the 
instructions to the letter, she will have to restructure a big 
section of the character database. Peering cautiously round the door 
of the office, she sees that they all seem to watching some kind of 
muggle ball game involving jumping up and down and running about, and 
are not keeping quite such a sharp eye on her as they should.

Miss H makes a few of the executive decisions for which she has 
become famed in the previous few months, gathers her stuff together 
and exits quickly by nipping up the stairs to His office, and down 
the secret escape shute en route to the pub. He's still there, parked 
at the bar, still winding people up about what Sally did to Harry. 
However, at one glance at her face, even he thinks it expedient to 
signal for another bottle...



> 
> That should cover it.  Let me know if you need any more information 
> or wish to discuss or question or anything like that.
> 
> Ginger, really glad to get to this point.
>

Left scrawled in the dust on the table is a note: 

'let me know if the categories are ok, and if you need more for any 
other characters... well done team, just off to er, talk to a man 
about a dog...'

Carolyn,
who converted someone else to Fforde last week