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

[thereneverwas]

"I don't doubt it," comes the jovial reply, only for the girl to follow up with the rest-- lost, schmost. He's only been Kirkwall for a few weeks now, but one doesn't have to know every way around in order to have a good feel for the place.

"You're never lost if you keep moving," he adds, diverting his pleasant smile to the pale aproned man. The smile... drops.

"Good Lady de Palencia, may I introduce you to... probably a murderer," he says, gesturing to the man. Then, to him, "...got a light?"

[bombedtheinterview]

Probably A Murderer observes them, with all the impassivity of a cat observing a rodent. Not threatened, barely interested--at least on the outside. He takes a pull on his cigar. In the quiet between the three of them, the flare of the end is just perceptible, a slight crackling sound.

When he pulls the cigar out of his mouth, he holds it out in their direction. Here.

"Oh," Tereysa murmurs. "Serah."

Still half-behind him, she pushes a little at Barrow's arm, clearly intending for him to step forward and take the cigar from the man's pale meaty hand.

[thereneverwas]

Well who can resist a siren call like that one? ...perhaps a wiser person, but Barrow puts on a brave face when offered the cigar, accepting it with a wink and taking a pull.

"Thanks mate," he says, and hands it back good-naturedly, "though I rather hoped you might have a match."