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[Welcome to the Lady's...not home far from home, but it's a place she tolerates. The moment you enter it's clear she did her best to make this office in the bookstore a place she approves.

Outfitted with an overly plush chair on a rather elaborate rug, the desk is overflowing with countless books stacked everywhere, with everything serving as a makeshift bookshelf including an errant fax machine. The Lady seems to have tried her best to make the amenities up to her standards: there’s a tray with a teapot, notes everywhere written with confusing ciphers, and what seems to be an attempt to make a generator, but wasn’t completed.

Where the Lady sits it’s far more orderly, facing the door and giving her the high ground against anyone who enters. On the far wall hangs a large portrait of the Lady, adding character and additional charm. Truly, this is the office of someone who wants you to feel small before her presence.

And, there on her chair, there she is. When the door opened she turned her head towards you, seeing who it was. Invariably of who it is, she sighs like this is a big interruption of her work, and keeps writing and drawing]


Don't touch anything and make sure you don't track mud in. If you have any complaints go see Rembrandt.

[She didn't even look up while saying that. So, what brings you to her office today?]

Date: 2020-01-21 09:27 pm (UTC)
pr159: (so casually brave)
From: [personal profile] pr159
Setting that aside, the other inquiry I came here with -- If you don't mind, I'd like to hear your side of the story of this blind date where you apparently met Rembrandt.

Date: 2020-01-21 11:59 pm (UTC)
pr159: (it's hard to care what they do)
From: [personal profile] pr159
Is that not how you remember it?

Date: 2020-01-22 01:37 am (UTC)
pr159: (new rochelle is full of new romantics)
From: [personal profile] pr159
[ Sweet. That liquor is his. ]

You'd heard of him? From where?

Date: 2020-01-22 01:50 am (UTC)
pr159: (or let me put this another way)
From: [personal profile] pr159
[ Hm. ]

Well, that does sound exciting. What were you trying to contact him for?

Date: 2020-01-22 02:19 am (UTC)
pr159: (throw in a factory too)
From: [personal profile] pr159
I certainly can't argue with that.

[ have you SEEN ivar ]

And what was it he was looking for, then?

[ since "a job" seems a little improbable in this context ]

Date: 2020-01-22 02:35 am (UTC)
pr159: (sell us things which are already ours)
From: [personal profile] pr159
[ And he smiles back, patronizing as hell. ]

It isn't money?

Date: 2020-01-22 03:03 am (UTC)
pr159: (i'm the only one who understands)
From: [personal profile] pr159
[ Not sure if this is just implying that they just kept all the good food for themselves in the castle, or..... ]

I see. It sounds like that all worked out very nicely for you.

[ ...He's got a lot of questions, but somehow he feels like maybe he should quit while he's ahead here, before he gets onto the wrong topic or overstays his welcome. He'll just try to pick this back up another time. ]

Anyway, I'll let you get back to your work. Thank you for indulging me.

Date: 2020-01-22 11:57 am (UTC)
pr159: (straighten your tie)
From: [personal profile] pr159
[ Nice. Marking this down as a win. ]

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