Let the show continue! More stuff from this! We've got a little blossoming Lowery/Vivian here, as well as them getting their job and meeting their boss in Claire Dearing. Lowery's as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Enjoy. Reviews are appreciated, thank you!
Lowery enjoyed the plane ride. Rather, he enjoyed sleeping on the plane ride down to Costa Rica. The ride from San Diego to the southeastern side of the island was uneventful to him.
For Vivian, it was a completely different story.
She was deathly afraid of heights. She insisted an aisle seat, and Lowery was gracious enough to allow her that. As well as his hand for when she applied her vice grip, that of which lasted the entire plane ride.
Lowery didn't complain.
She finally released her breath when they landed down on the Costa Rican airport. But not Lowery's hand. That she held until her feet were back on solid, nonmetal ground.
They were guided to a special ferry south of the island, directed directly towards the cloud island itself.
Lowery was hysterical. He was going to Jurassic Park. This was his childhood dream. He'd heard of the park through the Internet, and fueled by his love of dinosaurs, a new Jurassic Park became his drive. He wanted it; no, lusted it. It was his life.
Not really. But close enough.
He stood near the front of the ferry as it approached Cloud Island. Isla Nublar.
Vivian stood next to him, happy for her friend. Her smile showed it.
Within twenty minutes they arrived at the still-under-construction Jurassic World. Lowery lagged behind Vivian, marveling at all of the attractions—on Main Street.
Eventually, Vivian got tired of waiting, grabbing Lowery's arm with one hand and her tablet with the email describing details in the other.
She made her way to the control center. Lowery, who had lagged behind, finally caught up, disappointed in the lack of dinosaurs.
"Why are we here?" He asked, a bit out of place.
She gave him a look. "Did you not read the email, stupid?"
Lowery racked his mind... or faked to. Of course he remembered the email. He wasn't stupid.
"Yes. We've got to meet Ms. Dearing. Do you know what time it is?"
Vivian checked her watch. Right on time.
"This woman is very schedule oriented..." Lowery pointed out subtly as they entered the large building.
Inside there was a hallway leading to a few rooms. Two or three of those rooms had 'no access' signs plastered on them. Entering the final room on the right, the two were blown away.
The room was very large, with the east wall being covered in computer screens, one of which held a quite large area devoted to a map of Isla Nublar. It depicted a few enclosures, Main Street, and an ever-shrinking restricted zone no one was allowed in near the north side of the island. The room was very dark aside from the computer screens and random lights.
Sitting at the head of the room, near the back, was a redheaded woman with an almost bowl-like haircut wearing white.
Monochromatic white, Lowery noticed. Seemed like a woman any man would want to be around.
She turned around, her pale face lighting up. "Oh, are you two the new workers for today?"
Lowery nodded with a smile, while Vivian rechecked the tablet to be sure, nodding afterward.
The woman smiled. "Good. Mr. Cruthers, Miss Krill. Welcome to Jurassic World. My name is Claire Dearing, I am the manager here at Jurassic World."
Lowery smiled ear to ear and shook her hand eagerly. "Miss Dearing, I'm very thankful that you've given us these jobs here at Jurassic World. You know, I've always wanted to work here."
Claire did not alter her face from a business smile. Lowery felt the cold shoulder, his smile dropping.
"Thank you, Mr. Cruthers, but from now on I expect a business attitude from this 'dream job.'" She responded. Then, without a word, she turned to Vivian.
"Miss Krill?" She asked expectantly. Vivian shook her hand.
"Welcome to Jurassic World. Oh! You two just be very eager to know where you're working, right?" Claire asked, Lowery and Vivian both nodding eagerly.
She turned and gestured to two desks. One had a few computers next to each other, while another had a single laptop and an intercom-looking system.
They were right next to each other.
Lowery's face lit up, revealing how excited he was to be working next to his best friend... at his dream job. Vivian's smile grew larger than it was previously. Much larger.
"Miss Krill, you will work the staff's intercom communications and operations system, and Mr. Cruthers will be working as head manager of technologies here at Jurassic World." Claire explained, gesturing to the respective desks.
"Given your histories and personal information," Claire continued, "we decided these jobs were best for by you and were the best fit for you."
"Th-thank you, Ms. Dearing." Vivian stuttered, reveling silently in the situation.
"No," Claire rebutted, all business, "call me Claire. You two are some of my head employees now."
She turned to leave the room. "Don't lose that respect," she toned with a hint of finality.
Lowery turned to Vivian slowly. She did the same.
"I guess we're head workers now." Lowery stated.
Vivian agreed. Seconds later, her eyes widened and she became uneasy. "I forgot to discuss salaries!"
Lowery smiled. "No worries. That's for tomorrow. Tonight, we've got to unpack. It's day one of the rest of our lives, you know."
She nodded with a grin. Day one.
Her grin fell once she saw that Lowery was emptying the contents of a small bag onto the desk, rearranging little dinosaur figurines into "a perfect little ecosystem."
Her best friend really was a child. In more ways than just playing with toys and wearing a poor-taste Jurassic Park shirt to "meet-the-boss" day.
She shook it off. She really did need to unpack. Those apartments wouldn't become home by themselves.