open | baby come back

[cozen]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: Failed attempts to hire a new head for the Diplomacy Division
WHEN: Late Solace
WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall
NOTES: OOC post! IC announcement also to follow shortly. This log will contain some top-level starters for some of the NPCs (but not all of them, just the ones me, Cee, and Hope feel like, thanks), open to anyone who wants to tag them!

Players who signed up for scaring off specific NPCs are also welcome to set up logs here for that, open or otherwise, if they want to play it out.

The Diplomacy Head's office is really too nice to be so empty for so long—and someone to handle public relations would be, you know, not a bad idea—so it's time for proactivity and a small parade's worth of potential ambassadors on Riftwatch's behalf. The candidates arrive in twos and threes to be interviewed, shown around, and, ideally, convinced that taking on the diplomatic efforts of an organization this weird wouldn't be the worst career move they've ever made.

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[filthydipper]

"All right there?"

When you're as short as he is compared to some there's no subtle way to sniff your pits but Yngvi gives it his best shot, does a good business casual 'oh the portrait artist was just standing there' pose in the doorway and no. Not that. No worse than the average person on the street really, maybe a bit more horse on him, can't be helped.

Anyway, she's pointing to Stroganugg so clearly that means an introduction is in order as Truffles, Rump Roast, and Nug Wellington trot inside ahead of the rest who take up the entire doorway. A squeaking pink herd. "This is Stroganugg," Yngvi says as sincerely as one would introduce the Divine. More, honestly. This is a nug of the highest calibre. "D'you want to shake hands, they've got them, not like dogs and everyone wants to shake with the dogs."

[bombedtheinterview]

Luisa has eyes only for Stroganugg, so she misses the entirety of the sniffing and posing routine. Her eyes widen as the rest of the nugs make their entrance, as if she hopes to somehow take in more of the sight of them. If she could pop her eyes out of her head and hold them aloft so she could take in more of the scene spread before her, she would.

"I," she says, breathless and through her fingers, "would love to."

There are actual tears standing in her eyes as she drops to her knees and holds out her arms to the herd of nugs. Her hands are shaking with anticipating.

[filthydipper]

Where are the adults he so desperately needs in this moment? Where is his lady? (Not that he thinks that she'd help necessarily but more so he could hold out his hands and say that he, an Yngvi, did nothing personally.) Or Thranduil. Or Coupe. Where are they why did he walk in here this was not how his usual Gallows jaunt goes and he is no closer to solving his actual mystery of what she was on about in the first place and that'll niggle at him like a loose tooth.

But dutifully because Yngvi's nugs are as pedigreed as he is which is good and proper thanks very much, he manhandles (gently, because what is a nug even made of?) Stroganugg so he's in handshaking mode. A model gentlenug.

The rest, sensing the chance to be fussed over swarm without any sense of shame. They're nugs after all. They roll in their own filth given the chance and can be found in Orzammar what shame could they possibly have?

"Shame you missed being here a while back, some fancy prick got a box he was going to send to the kitchens but me being a good upstanding citizen what I am convinced him they'd be better companions."

[bombedtheinterview]

Mid-handshake with Stroganugg, Luisa turns her great dark eyes up to stare in horror at Yngvi. "To the kitchens? Oh, no, no, no--barbaric, no--" And now she's just addressing the nugs that are gathered around her, "No, that would not do--not for you, widdle snicky baby--you, yes, you--"

It's impossible to pet every nug at once. Luisa is certainly trying, rubbing their little ears, their little nosies--scratching at their necks, their haunches--entirely enamored by the cavalcade around her.

"Your papa should get a medal for rescuing you--yes, he should, don't you think--"

One of the nugs squeaks, and Luisa gives a delighted squeak in answer.