OPEN

[deceivingly]

WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm

Comments

[altusimperius]

"People have done much worse," Bene says as he steps further into the chapel, looking around it curiously. He's been here for, what, three, four years? And there are some rooms that he still hasn't seen yet? That seems a personal failing.

"I'm Benedict," he replies, "um, assistant to Ambassador Rutyer."

[fairforce]

"Oh? He seems," mm, she slows her sweeping, takes a little pause, mostly for the sake of comedy--then continues, "Interesting to work for? Would that be fair?"

[altusimperius]

Benedict can't help but grin, but at least feels a little remorse for it.

"That's fair," he admits, "but it's not bad. I mean. I like it, most of the time."

[fairforce]

She gives a tiny conspiritorial smile back. They're both in on the joke, but it's in good fun.

"It's good to like what you do. Difficult to manage, sometimes, but most of the time sounds a good average. Do you have to deal with guests often?"

[altusimperius]

"Mostly just people coming into the office, which."

He resists a laugh, and it comes out as a bit of a scoff instead, as bewildered as it is amused.

"...gets. Interesting. I can't keep track of every thread of drama, but I feel like I should try."