there cannot be any sign of LIVING in this house!

[tender]

WHO: Mother Pleasance
WHAT: Company is here.
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: The fabled Mother Pleasance has arrived and is roaming the Gallows, as announced (warned, announced, very similar). This log is a container for threads requested on the OOC post. If you want Mother Pleasance to drop in on a thread already in progress elsewhere, holler at me here. Remember, she's out and about in the Gallows so CONSTANT VIGILENCE.

Comments

[untiltheyarent]

"Oh, no, Madame, I report to [NPC who definitely exists in charge of custodial staff], who in turn reports to Commander Flint, of the Forces division." It's only partially a lie, and she presents it without a flicker in her pleasant demeanor.

"Perhaps I misspoke-- I assist when more hands are needed in, for instance, the mopping of floors on a rainy day." A breezy laugh, and, "you are quite unlikely to see me on the battlefield."

[hmmmmm]

"Are you paid for this work?" is an aside, though still of some interest.

The chain of command is noted. Orderly, and clearly delineated.

Of course, not all of their people are bound for the battlefield. This is not truly a surprise. Mother Pleasance has had the pleasure of stepping foot into the Research offices, after all.

[untiltheyarent]

The question actually catches Fifi slightly off-guard.

"--of course, Madame," she replies, "all Riftwatch personnel are paid for their work."