Vinny hadn't seen the outside of the Big House for more than two hours over the last week, outside of the time she spent handing out pictures at the various meals. That was actually rather poorly organized. She was thankful she'd asked everyone to write down their cabin, name, and bunk location in the cabin, before actually taking the pictures. She'd gotten right around five pages on her legal pad, all of which were attached to her handy-dandy clipboard, along with a manilla envelope filled with either drachmas or regular American cash.  The camps hadn't exactly gotten down a currency transfer system, so she'd asked for mortal money if available, but apparently not everyone had access to it. Her backpack's camera and it's materials had been replaced with at least one hundred sets of photos from prom night, which she was now delivering, bunk-by-bunk.

According to her always-present schedule, she had twenty more minutes to finish her rounds, and then two minutes to grab whatever was leftover from lunch, eating on her three minute walk back to the Big House printer. She hadn't slept for more than three hours over the past week, and had dressed lazily, wearing a pair of Nike shorts, a soft T-shirt, and some tennis shoes, a water bottle clipped to her bag, her blue-green hair back in a long, tight braid.

Vinny looked up at the Hephaestus cabin, before checking her clipboard once more. Twenty five sets. Well, okay, then. Time to get started.

Not a girl to waste time, Vinny entered the cabin quickly, braid flying behind her, soon finding the first five bunks, taking the money, and placing the small packages down. On the six order, though, she paused, sighing as she tucked the package of photos into the second, far less full pocket of her bag. Gods, all these Graeci trying to cheat her out of her money. If they didn't leave her the money, they wouldn't get the photos, meaning her time had been wasted on their account. So annoying. She gave a little sigh, followed by a murmuring of some rather insulting phrases about how unorganized and undisciplined they were. Though it might've been a bit more colorful than that.

Vinny jumped at the sound of a voice, and her clipboard fell to the floor. Cash and papers scrambled around on the wood panels.

"Aren't you supposed to be at lunch or something?" She asked, massaging her temples and giving a sigh. She didn't have time for this, no. She looked at her watch, already knowing she would regret what she would see. 19 minutes to visit every other cabin. And that hardly even left time for a walk back. Oh, no, this wasn't good.

She gave another sigh and fell to the ground in front of her scattered items. Vinny quickly gathered the money together in seperate piles and placed it cautiously in the bag. The papers were completely out of whack. She had had them in a very specific order for the most efficient method of crossing-out and handling, but now it was all screwed up. She couldn't just find the page she had crossed off a few on, because each cabin had a page. The only way she knew which cabin to go to was because they'd been in order of the cabin's position. Oh, gods, she was screwed. What would she do now? Oh, so much reorganizing, so much time wasted--

Vinny cut off her thoughts, taking a deep breath and sighing as she let go of her hair, taking a few strands with her hand. Calm, yes, calm. She'd figure this out somewhere alone. She picked up the papers, quickly placing her hand in her pocket. People didn't really react well to her Trich, and she wanted to avoid a conversation starting with "ohmigod what are you doing that stop it that's disgusting just stop".

She straightened up a bit shakily, and took another breath before speaking. "Sorry about that, I'm kind of on a tight schedule. I'm delivering the prom pictures. Do you have any you should be getting?"