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Post by ProfessorLizzard on Dec 24, 2016 11:22:45 GMT
>is it Janice speaking? It might be a burglar!
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Post by tegerioreo on Dec 26, 2016 2:41:07 GMT
Whoever it is must be talking about you, or about Janice. Listen a bit longer to see if you can gather some context.
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tronn
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Post by tronn on Jan 2, 2017 19:34:56 GMT
It was...odd. The door was ajar when you came here, had always been, but at the same time you can vividly remember it being tightly shut. The recollection is like trying to look at a finger up close between your eyes - you can see it in two yet both are the one, indivisible thing. You think that the lack of hunger might be making you hallucinate. Janice is pretty tough so you do not think that anyone in the neighborhood would try to burglarize her, but it is better to be safe than sorry. You sneak towards the voices, your steps muffled by the rich, soft carpet. The corridor is made narrow by desks and shelves on both sides, each covered with several crochet table cloths and laden with decorative dishware, porcelain figures, and other sentimental bric-a-brac, all laying in various stages of being forgotten. Fresh items free of dust have been haphazardly squeezed between and stacked on their predecessors, creating geographic layers of kitsch and neglect. You come to the doorway with bead curtains and press against the wall. The stone feels rough and a faint aroma of old wine still lingers to it. You peek inside ever so carefully. It is Janice, and that church assistant Vanessa! “Do you think it might be an act?” Janice says. “No, no, rest assured that she is a genuine idiot. But as I said, provided with some careful guidance she can be useful to us.” “I don’t know...all of this feels a bit callous, you know?” “ Oh come on Janice, we’ve been over this already! You just need to do what we agreed to and everything will turn out well in the end.” She hesitates and looks away, making you duck for cover. What now? Eavesdropping on their conversation is rude, but you feel uneasy about making your presence known too.
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jan 3, 2017 1:57:45 GMT
>That church assistant is sitting on Janice's lap... well, that kinda breaks your heart. Maybe you're better off leaving.
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Post by tegerioreo on Jan 3, 2017 2:03:01 GMT
Shadowy figure behind Vivian: Feel uneasy about making your presence known. You had an appointment to meet Janice at this time, and you find her Occupied! How rude.
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Post by Juddy555 on Jan 4, 2017 4:51:13 GMT
>Eavesdrop first, reveal yourself the moment you think they know you are there.
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Post by Smuch on Jan 5, 2017 5:02:33 GMT
>Nope, nope, nope, that discussion sounds shady as hell so probably very much better not to let them know you were spying on them even by accident
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Post by ProfessorLizzard on Jan 5, 2017 14:09:36 GMT
>Sneak away aaaa
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tronn
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Post by tronn on Jan 9, 2017 16:43:57 GMT
You choke up and want to cry, and do not know why. You are no-one to Janice, and it is none of your business who she is friends with! You turn to leave, unnoticed as you came- “I’m sorry! I was visiting the bathroom and when I came back I saw you and thought you were waiting for your turn and didn’t want to bother you!” “What? No I’m just a bystander!” “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at conflict situations.” “I’m just correcting your mistake don’t you think it’s a bit too much to call it conflict?” “I’m sorry!” “What’s going on in here - Vivian!” “Janice!” “And me, Courduroy!” “(Also Vanessa)” “I wasn’t expecting to see you until the late afternoon, like we had agreed to. How you’re already here? I thought I had left the door locked too…” You stammer an apology and tell her that you did not mean to intrude but you can see that she does not really mind, and waves away your guilt with a dismissive gesture - your rudeness is already bygones to her, which is a relief. She does not volunteer information what the two church ladies were doing at her place but ignores what you might have seen completely. Vanessa seems annoyed by your eavesdropping but does not say anything about it. Instead she nudges Courduroy and motions that they should already go. As they pass you she stops and turns. “Lucky that we happened to meet here, we were looking for you and your family. We are to deliver that help priestess Liu ordered.” “Alms?” you ask hopefully, knowing that it is a fancy word for ‘handout’. “No.” she replies curtly, pursing her lips. “Those funds have already been better spent. We are to help you around in the house, doing chores and such. We’ll be at your apartment later, after your meeting.” With that she takes her leave, with Courduroy in tow. You suggest that you two should be leaving too, but Janice stops you by planting her meaty paw on your shoulder. “As I said earlier, that loincloth simply won’t do. Let’s see if we can find something more appropriate for you…” What kind of cool new outfit Vivian gets?
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Post by eversor on Jan 9, 2017 18:27:44 GMT
Can we try a few?
-A small version of Janices outfit.
-Tradition Victorian-Esque High-Class Garb, maybe with out that wire-frame cage
- Mary Poppins-chic!
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Post by tegerioreo on Jan 9, 2017 18:49:36 GMT
Something simple. Something elegant. Something functional. Something cheap.
A dignified burlap sack gown.
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Post by ProfessorLizzard on Jan 9, 2017 23:18:43 GMT
>the tackiest Shirt Traditionally Worn By Visitors To A Distant Island
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Post by Smuch on Jan 10, 2017 1:18:15 GMT
A simple bedsheet with a bit of cutting and sewing, refitted and painted with colorfull design turns out to make a supringly nice sundress.
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jan 10, 2017 12:02:05 GMT
A cardigan-blouse two piece dress along with a nice skirt. Sunhat optional.
Vivian: Wait, chores? Ask Janice if the Church really asks its lay people to help out in that regard.
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Post by Juddy555 on Jan 14, 2017 6:56:51 GMT
>Alligator skin jacket.
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tronn
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Post by tronn on Jan 14, 2017 12:39:56 GMT
“What do you think? It’s comfortable and cheap!” “Girl, we wanted to get you away from the smelly peasant chic.” “... at least it matches my eye color I guess?” “Cripes, I didn’t even know how that ended up in my wardrobe. I must’ve been pretty drunk…” “Dunno, it’s very covering yet I feel like I’m about to get into a wild party?” “Well it is a bedsheet after all. Let me get you something good instead…” “There! Isn’t that cute?” “This feels off somehow...what is this jacket made of?” “The finest alligator leather!” “...You mean it’s reptile skin!?” “Ah. Um.” “I love it! It’s warm and comfy and snug but classy!” “It’s still missing something…” “Perfect.” “Perfect.” You take off at brisk pace and head for the harbour quarter. You have several questions swimming around in your mind, but cannot think of a way to bring them up sounding natural. Janice is content to whistle as he walks ahead, hands in the pockets of her jacket. Maybe she is not keen on small talk when off the clock? You decide on a neutral approach. “I didn’t know that church officials ran around doing menial tasks?” “Like Vanessa and Courdy? Yeah, the new guy decided on a much more hands-on approach to charity. There’s lots of orphans from the wars, and the church takes care of them. After growing up many like to pay off their debt of gratitude by serving for a couple of years. Besides, it’s a stable job.” “So that Vanessa, she is one of them?” “Something like that yeah.” “Haa... she comes to help you around the house?” “Something like that yeah.” With that you fall in awkward silence. She walks along, lost in her thoughts, and you do not dare to push the issue. You arrive to the deserted pier, lined with cute little seaside taverns and tea houses. It is late enough for the lunch rush to have passed, but too early for the night crowd to have woken up. Sloppy Joe’s (“the sloppiest place in town!”) at least looks like a normal, non-shady place. You enter. Janice leaves you standing in the doorway and goes back to check if the day shift manager is around. The place is worn but tidy, the tables and counter shimmering with the patina of use, of elbows and spilt wine and late night revelry. There is a smell of pork grease and garlic lingering in the air. Now what?
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Post by ProfessorLizzard on Jan 14, 2017 14:51:16 GMT
>Gaze upon the menu, maybe you get to try out the food of this place one day
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Post by tegerioreo on Jan 14, 2017 22:24:07 GMT
Order a plate of pork grease and garlic. IT SMELLS SO GOOD!
Make conversation with the guy at the bar. Glance suspiciously at the masked rabbit sitting alone at the table.
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Post by Wessolf27 on Jan 15, 2017 5:33:06 GMT
>Chat with the bartender and ask if he knows anyone else who might know a job opening. It never hurts to look for more job opportunities!
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Post by eversor on Jan 16, 2017 18:39:50 GMT
Atleast you can rest assured that no vampires reside here!
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Post by Smuch on Jan 17, 2017 2:56:07 GMT
(When i was sayin' a bedsheet could make a nicedress, i was more talking about something like that (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjEmgHrkML0) or that (http://www.burdastyle.com/projects/bamboo-shoot-bedsheet-dress) ... Well guess you can't ask lizardfolks to get human fashion
the skirt and hat's pretty cute tho.)
>Wait for your interview
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tronn
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Post by tronn on Jan 18, 2017 15:24:37 GMT
True. Everybody knows that vampires are afraid of processed pork. You walk to the counter and clamber up on the bar stool. On your approach the bartender becomes even more interested in cleaning the spotless glass he has in his hands, the cloth making furious squeaking noises as he stays silent. You peer at his nametag. “Hi! Are you the Sloppy Joe Joe?” He stops and sighs, frustration bulging in the veins on his forehead. “No ma’am, I’m just a regular Joe. We’re closed for the afternoon ma’am, please return later.” “Oh no I’m not a paying customer, I’m here for a job interview!” Hearing that his attitude visibly shifts. He sets the glass aside, pours water in it and slides it to you. “Oh, sorry. I’m interested in people working here, please have a seat!” “I’m already seated?” “A figure of speech. Tell me, who do you work for and what do you do?” “Aheh, I really don’t know yet what I’m even hired for. It’s arranged by my friend, I’m a complete newcomer here.” “Oh.” With that he becomes disinterested in you again, returning to his tasks. “Who’s that weird looking rabbit guy over there?” you point at the figure sitting alone and twiddling with his tea cup. He seems nervous. “He’s my...acquaintance. I persuaded him to recommend me for this job when the previous bartender was suddenly arrested on completely real and not made up at all charges. If you know what’s good for you then don’t pay him any attention.” “Will do!” You like easy tasks like that. “Can I see the menu?” “Depends, can you show me coin?” “Haa that’s bit of a clincher here, I left my purse in the pocket of my other pants - well, they weren’t pants per se, but you get the general idea. If I get hired I can pay you from my first salary!” He thinks for a moment, looking annoyed, then rolls his eyes. “Ehh whatever do I care, you can have the pan scratchings.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially “But you owe me one!” “Great, scraps is my favorite dish!” “Mark my words, I might ask you to return the favor at any time, any where. And no matter how dark or strange it may appear, I expect you to fulfill my request!” “Is...this a sex thing?” Before Joe can reply you are interrupted by Doris, a voluptuous bovine from the kitchen. Looks like she has taken an instant liking to you, tussling your head as she puts a plate heaped with leftover bacon and fried potatoes in front of you. “Dig in you little thing, you’re nothing but skin and bones!” She laughs, jiggling good naturedly as she does. Joe retreats to the other end of the counter and busies himself with polishing it, refusing to pay further attention to you. A stranger emerges from the back room with Janice in tow. “You’re Vivian, right? Tell me - have you seen any strange dreams lately?”
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Post by eversor on Jan 18, 2017 18:31:01 GMT
Well hey, there was that time I ate pizza right before bed and I dreamed I was being chased by rabid wolverines. But since then, I learned to stop having midnight snacks.
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Post by njorunn on Jan 18, 2017 20:41:23 GMT
Vivian > "Why kind of, my strange dream is world domination, but I haven't seen it yet."
Oh, wait, that's my dream.
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Post by tegerioreo on Jan 19, 2017 4:22:02 GMT
(Wait a minute .. this is Sloppy Joe's, right? That means Biscuit Joe's is another place entirely. Unless Sloppy Joe's is a FRONT for Biscuit Joe's. I would expect a "rabbit" "doctor" to be at least that "devious.")
Tell them about the one where you can tap-dance, but only while wearing golf shoes. The one where you're flying naked over the city, and somebody keeps yelling "WHAT IS THE NUMBER?" louder and louder, and you can't find where that person is. The one where a dashing Captain sweeps you up in his arms and tries to feed you toast, but he ends up spreading marmalade all over your torso. The one where a rabbit professor is lecturing in front of a chalkboard that goes on forever, and you can't understand what he's saying but he drones on and on and on.
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