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 Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 5:25 pm
Quote: [ JOB LISTING ] Janitor [ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_star [ TASK ] It seems that people have been overly tactile with the human staff again, and both Merv and George have called in sick. Quote: The embassy is to be kept pristine at all times and no matter who is visiting, be they human, Halloween, or Horseman. Anyone of the Clans being caught idle and empty handed will undoubtedly be given a task dusting, polishing, scrubbing, and possibly exterminating. Pick two prompts!
You've been given a room or delicate antiques to dust. Roll 10d6, every 1 is something accidentally broken (it does not have to be your fault).
You come across a hallway that is absolutely covered in blood, mud, and colorful feathers. A human ambassador is visiting in 20 minutes. Roll 4d10 to determine how long it takes to clean.
There is a massive gelatinous cube in the bathroom. You're unsure if it's a resident of Halloween, a Famine experiment, or some massive form of poop. Tell a small story about what happens next.
There is, for some reason, a hive of bee...things in a vent. They're of an unfortunate design that drips acidic honey everywhere, ruining carpets and marble flooring alike. Tell a small story about what happens next.
 +1 Raffle Ticket (you can only claim a MAX of 3 per player this way!) +5 Currency
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chirigami rolled 4 10-sided dice:
10, 4, 6, 4
Total: 24 (4-40)
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 5:26 pm
Her previous experience with this particular employer had been rather delightful; full of adventure, fun times, getting to battle and beat humans up. There had been a sense of accomplishment really from her time with the Embassy, so she was willing to try their employ once again.
Maybe something a little more simple, a little more contact that didn't involve her fists unless necessary. So, she could look upon other fondly with all the love in her heart.
It just so happened that two of their staff had called in ill, giving the small Guardian the opportunity to clean up messes around the offices. Not something she was exactly used to, at least to this scale (because she was well able to clean up after herself after all). Just not in a uniform and pushing a cart around everywhere.
She had begun some rounds, slowly making her way through a few hallways when some official looking clansman rushed over in a panic. She urged her forward, explaining along the way that one of the rooms had been downright trashed and needed to be cleaned up immediately before a human ambassador arrived for a very important meeting.
Well, this is what she was being paid to do, so Elaia nodded enthusiastically. Then went inside.
And found the mess. Oh, she felt the need to stab something. The clansmen who did this (War...
obviously). For far too long she stood there, taking in the scene before her as a shadow cast heavy over her eyes and plots of murder through her mind. How dare someone do such a thing!
She still got to work. The mud was the easiest to clean with the supplies she had - which she wasn't exactly sure she was using correctly - the blood was a different matter. Usually it was fairly easy to clean at the Dusk, but in the human world it seemed to almost behave differently or something.
It took her the longest to finally get rid of before she was even able to start straightening everything out.
And still it was a little behind the deadline they wanted her to be done and out of sight. The human arrived, confused at her presence and stared at the colorful feathers in her hands. All she offered him was a very bright smile as she continued onto her work. "Don't mind me!" Even when those meeting the human arrived as well. They eyed her, coughed slightly to get her attention to get her to finally leave but no, she was going to finish her work!
She was silent as she continued, they tried their best to talk amongst themselves. Every so often turned her way to make sure she wasn't eavesdropping.
It only took a few more minutes for her to finally be done. It took a lot of restraint to throw the feathers over the participants in a declaration of love.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 8:02 pm
The feathers had made a very nice arrangement on her cart, even gaining her a few compliments along the way from other staff members. It pleased Elaia that something she had constructed out of someone's carelessness was so well received.
Humming, she continued her way down a random corridor. No emergency cleans to take care of just yet, and hadn't been for the rest of her shift thus far. Nothing seemed amiss either as she peered into other rooms; they kept this place almost impeccably. It was a wonder they needed janitors at all unless... there were others? It was hard to tell. Her mind trailed on, pondering just how many workers they could possibly have within the building when her little cart came to a stop. It bumbled a little before it settled down with a slight tilt upward in the front.
Elaia blinked and peered around. Unable to see exactly what it could be she decided to press forward by foot. At the base, caught under the wheel was a weird green blob. Unsure of what it was, she gave it a poke with her finger. It quivered under the touch before settling back - inviting her to do it a second time, making her grin. Fun!
But also not a great place for whatever it was. Pushing her cat backwards to release it, the small Guardian plucked it off the ground. It had a little bit of weight to it but still didn't help really identify it. She looked about, staring at the names on the doors to see if perhaps it had accidentally escaped or rolled out from somewhere but... it didn't seem like it was from a specific room. Aa well, she picked one anyways, she shrugged. A conference room from the looks of it. The green blob was placed right in the middle of the table almost like a decoration. Giving her another idea.
Despite how much she enjoyed them, she pulled the feathers from her cart and neatly arranged them on the top of the blob. Yes, that would be perfect. And she left it at that.
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