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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 3:59 pm
Work Experience
A roleplay between Coyotl and Warwick Hind, head of the Council's support staff. The place is a side-division of Council Headquarters in Gadu and the time is early evening. The weather is fair and unusually warm for the time of year. Coyotl has been summoned to discuss his role as a Grimm, as he has expressed no interest in studying at Trisica to make himself eligible to be a scholar.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 4:10 pm
Warwick Hind was a patient man.
He had to be, to answer to the various stuffy scholars that ostensibly ran the Council, who would question his decisions without the slightest idea of how the day-to-day job of actually running the Council went. Someone had to organize the various labourers who cleaned and cooked and relayed messages, the scribes and suppliers and seamen who did the things that scientists were far too stuck in academia to bother with or even be aware were happening around them. To make things worse, his job had gotten considerably harder since Plagues had become common within the Council walls. Now scientists had stunteds sitting in on lectures, running errands, even organizing their own governments and deciding that for these tasks they deserved compensation. Running a vast network of human contacts was bad enough without having to worry about Plagues, and the Plagues that were attached to humans were the worst of the bunch. One could not simply assign a Grimm to be a janitor no matter how much the dissection theatres needed cleaning, and the Council had mostly left placing Grimms who did not wish to be scholars to him. These few Council Grimms slipped through the cracks, but there were too damn many of them as far as he was concerned.
This was one of them. He looked up briefly at the scruffy man before him, tried not to resent him simply for Being In His Office, and flipped through the questionnare he had been compelled to devise for situations such as this.
"Coyotl... Coyotl." he repeated, looking at his notes again. "What d'you do when you're not in the Council?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 2:52 am
Coyotl shuffled his feet nervously.
Normally he only found himself standing around in the offices of Council members when he was making deliveries. Picking up letters and parcels took longer than dropping them off, but even then, he was usually in and out within a matter of minutes. That suited him just fine, of course. In his experience, the offices of Scientists tended to be cramped and stuffy, and many of them smelled unpleasant.
He stifled a sneeze on one shirtsleeve.
This time was different, of course. He had no deliveries to make, and he didn't know when he would be leaving Hind's office. All he knew was that he was there for some sort of assessment of his position within the Council, and he didn't like the sound of that, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what it meant; he had no idea what to expect, or why such a meeting was even necessary. Wasn't he pulling his weight, earning his keep? Delivering mail was one of the few things he was actually good at, and if it turned out they didn't want him doing that anymore, what else could he do?
But it wouldn't do any good thinking that way, Coyotl reminded himself. Everything would work itself out in the end, probably. It would be fine. Nothing for it but to keep calm. Just keep calm and don't say anything too stupid.
"What d'you do when you're not in the Council?"
"Huh?"
So much for that. Coyotl cleared his throat. "I mean, uhh." It wasn't a question he'd been expecting, and that threw him even further off-balance than he'd been already. Some years ago, the answer probably would have involved alehouses almost exclusively, but lately he'd been loath to waste his money on anything but the absolute essentials, and many pubs tended to give the boot to patrons who weren't spending coin (not that it stopped him loitering). Moreover, he wasn't sure if that was what Hind would want to hear, and that was his main concern-- though for all he knew, the question was just idle chatter and the answer wouldn't matter at all.
"Well, I wind up travelin' most of the time, to tell you the truth. I mean, bringing mail an' such from one end of Gadu to the other is a pretty quick trip, but when you got scholarly types living out square in the middle of nowhere, that's what takes time." He scratched at the back of his neck before continuing. "An' besides proper letters, somebody's always got errands they can't be bothered to do, so I take 'em on when I can. Don't much care for hanging about doing nothing." He tried not to look too antsy, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. As far as Coyotl was concerned, hanging about doing nothing was exactly what he was currently doing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:06 am
Warwick made a note of it, or of something at least, scribbling quietly on a sheet of paper. "So you're travelin' around a lot," he affirmed, drumming his fingers on the table.
"You seem awfully nervous, Mister Coyotl, so let me set your mind at ease. I'm not here to give you any stress or anythin' about the work you've been doin', we've got no complaints there. The Council's just been looking to find work for Grimms that we can't do with normal employees, an' well, your work is normal. I could do it, if I had the time, but, quite frankly, the pay is shite, and I got a wife and kids to feed."
He looked Coyotl up and down, somewhat skeptically. "They said you weren't the scholarly type, so when they have a Grimm and he isn't so much a scholarly type, I have t'find a place to put 'em in. I don't suppose you'd like to be a scholarly type?" If he did, Warwick thought wistfully, he could end this early and get home before supper, but even he felt that the question was wildly optimistic, and he was one of the more proletarian employees within the Council.
"Why did y'join us anyway? Are you passionate about somethin'? Usually all our recruits are passionate about some damn thing."
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