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Post by Zalphier on Mar 25, 2021 6:03:50 GMT -8
Catching on to what Aaron's doing, Atrel let's out a sigh and shakes his head before nodding towards the dwarf. "Brought on as some extra security," Atrel said with a point to himself. "Or at least that's what I was told, think they might have just wanted some extras to stand around and make them look better, ya know," he adds with a shrug. "Still, need to get familiar with the layout and faces, make sure no one's getting held up during the party. I'm Atrel, and you?"
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 25, 2021 6:23:26 GMT -8
"Oh, yeah, the party. Don't know how I forgot about it, the stewardess has us working like dogs," he grunts. "I'm Gordon. Gordon Struck."
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 25, 2021 7:24:11 GMT -8
"Heh, I hear ya there. They've even hired us at the last minute and we're supposed to know who's who and where they'll be in day," Atrel replies with a bit of a chuckle while offering his hand for shake. "Say, think you might be able to show us around some if ya got a minute? It'd be nice to not be surprised by anyone suddenly appearing from a servant's corridor, and if we can keep our musician here from getting lost so we don't have to track him down, all the better," he goes on flashing a joking grin back at Aaron to show he was only kidding.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 25, 2021 7:58:32 GMT -8
"Oh, all right. What should I show you?" Gordon asks.
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Post by Zalphier on Mar 25, 2021 8:07:57 GMT -8
"Any of the more common servants entrances to the ball room would be good. You know, the ones they'd take so they can slip in and out of the room without disturbing the guests," Atrel started as a clawed hand came to rest on his chin as he tried to think of other places of concern. "Anyone else got any notions?"
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Post by Daos on Mar 25, 2021 12:16:03 GMT -8
"That sounds good to me," Daos says.
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 25, 2021 14:48:38 GMT -8
"C...- can I pretend to be a guard?'
Pause "I do know somw ritual dance.. but.. eh.. yeah. Guard."
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 25, 2021 17:41:47 GMT -8
Gordon raises a bushy eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘pretend?’ You’re supposed to be here, right?”
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Post by Daos on Mar 25, 2021 20:28:48 GMT -8
"Uh, he means for Alphus Dimper's new act," Daos clarifies. "Sometimes we help, doing bit roles and all that."
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 25, 2021 22:11:09 GMT -8
"Yes." He nod very out of his comfort zone. "Thank you.." he say to Daos.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 26, 2021 5:19:34 GMT -8
"...oh. I see," Gordon says. "Well, come on, the 'secret entrance' is this way." He leads the party through a door to the left, into a long hallway. "That's the path to the kitchen," he says, pointing down another hall. "And here's the ball room." He pushes open the door to reveal a fancy, well-furbished room, where various servants set up tables and musical instruments.
"These were installed a few hundred years ago. As the old saying goes, servants should be seen, not heard. And apparently, not seen, either."
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 26, 2021 5:47:30 GMT -8
"Oo, I would fancy a snack," aaron says as he takes the path to the kitchen.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 26, 2021 6:21:22 GMT -8
Aaron walks out of a door covered by a painting of a man in a chef's uniform with an impressive mustache. Several chefs and servants work on making food for the feast. An Orc woman, who appears to be in charge, glares at Aaron.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in here?"
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Post by stanleyindraven on Mar 26, 2021 9:21:15 GMT -8
"Oh, please excuse me madame. I am a new musician here for the ball and was looking about to get familiar with the place. I am Alphus Dimper, and you?" Aaron smiles, visibly caught off guard by the woman.
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Post by GravityEmblem on Mar 26, 2021 12:35:54 GMT -8
"Call me...Chef Snell," she says, with a perhaps disproportion amount of grandeur.
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