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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[bombedtheinterview]

"Jars full."

He bears the refusal of aid with congenial grace, and a smaller version of his grin. Cool, that's him. Can take a joke. Not worried about being found in a pantry, as he's got a great reason for being in there.

"More I was thinkin'--stairs, usually found behind doors if they're not kept obvious in the open. Stairs that might lead to a tower. I saw the peaks of them when I came in on that lovely ferry-boat, but now that I'm inside, it's like they don't exist. Only pantries. Like a nightmare."

[limier]

"Un mirage."

She suggests. An eye to the larder, dismissed on the shake of a head. It can wait. The ferryman will make it a morning without tea, and there's clearly absolutely no other reason to investigate. They could do with a few more like this —

Stranger. Hm. Newly-arrived, without the load for a fresh recruit. A deliveryman, maybe, and with little reason to bear into their residences. He's gotten this far. He must be expected,

"Who are you to meet with?"

[bombedtheinterview]

Un mirage. Amused, he makes a deferential sort of gesture, somewhere between a forelock tug and the flourish that might follow a bow. The jar is out of sight entirely now, rolled around the corner and out of memory.

"Here by invitation of Riftwatch, by letter sent from the seneschal, for an interview. I'm Lewisohn, incidentally. Happen to know anything about the last head of diplomacy that served here?"

[limier]

"Coupe,"

The introduction sobers her, if only briefly — Amsel does. Lewisohn is so little alike as to disarm; absurd to imagine them paired.

"The Knight Enchanter and I were familiar," Is a word for it. "But the Seneschal is for the Central Tower. As Mme. Yseult, and the Provost."

Who's Flint, never heard of him.

"I will accompany you."

It isn't exactly an offer.

[bombedtheinterview]

"At least to the door," Norbert agrees, without batting an eye. "Can't expect a man to go into an interview with an escort, they'll think I'm less-than-self-sufficient. I appreciate the help."

Certainly it sounds sincere, and there is nothing about him that would suggest otherwise. This next gesture is inviting--lead on, and so forth--though he'll fall into step beside Coupe, rather than trailing after her like a wayward dog.

"Once I get my feet under me, I'll be able to find any of these towers on my own, provided they see fit to offer me the position, and I've got need to be finding them. What was it that caused the previous head to depart the post? If," and he smiles, and raises his hands, almost in a surrender, "you don't mind telling me. And if you do, tell me to butt out. I'm no gossip. Professional and curious, or so they say, but not a gossip."