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.

Comments

[triamour]

It is a very charming grin. Jenin's been studying the angle of it, the flash of teeth, quick and unself-conscious. A plucky sort of smile. Determined. She'll practice it in a mirror tonight.

For the moment she only laughs, and palms a hand upon the page (hasn't gotten close enough yet to squint a line),

"Of course, it is only roses here," And sweat. And brine. And griffon shit. "But the quality — it is perhaps — well."

She wavers, head turned in second thought.

[bombedtheinterview]

"Perhaps," Estiene repeats, as she writes this down. "And well. I'm going to quote you."

In what? Her notes? But she's so friendly and charming, and so is the Riftwatch representative she's speaking to. Two charming young ladies, having a chat. That's them. Estine's pencil scratches away, unbothered by any scrutiny, subtle or otherwise. Something else she knows that her mother never taught her: if you want a pass, you take it. If you want people to assume you know what you're doing, act like it.

"And the bit about roses, as well. Who's the rosiest?"

She darts a glance around, a woman overlooking a flowerbed.

"You?"