THE AMBASSADOR'S OFFICE

[theproperglove]

WHO: Josephine Montilyet and YOU
WHAT: Open post for Justinian
WHEN: Covering the first three weeks of the month!
WHERE: Josephine's office; various.
NOTES: Hit me up either via PM or @ziskandra if you'd like an individualised starter!

In a way, very little has changed since Josephine first joined the Inquisition. She spends most of her days in her office, poring over the organisation's correspondence, doing her small part in influencing the world.

Yet, everything has changed, also, and those close to the Ambassador, or just particularly observant, might notice that her work and lack of sleep have been weighing even more heavily on her of late. Although she wears it in the bags of her eyes and the slight slump of her shoulders, Josephine does not allow her exhaustion to reach her smile.

Anyone who enters the office, for any reason at all, will be met with a graceful tilt of the head and a question along the lines of, "What can I do for you today?"

Comments

nothing at all

[dreadinquisitor]

"Well... so far." He smile tilted bemusedly to one side. "Ask me again later."

Stepping closer, he began to pull the scrolls out from under his arm.

"Would you like to go over these now?"

[theproperglove]

Josephine sets down her quill on the pile of letters she is working and sets it aside so that Maxwell may make use of the table space. "I have the time now."

[dreadinquisitor]

He set down the open parchment he'd been looking at, thanking her with a small bob of his head before he began to shuffle through the others.

"This--" He double-checked and then held it out, "is from the kitchens. The Inquisition is growing by the day, and so too do their needs. Plus some of our guests have... requests."

He shot her a wry, side-long look.

Some of them were quite special, indeed.