As we've created an overarching plotline for our company RP nights, we thought we'd start sharing the after-the-event summaries here.
More will come as and when we write them up.
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Act 1: Crystal Unclear
Chapter 1
"Mmyes, you're here for the job, I take it?" A plump lalafell attempted to peer down his nose at the blonde miqo'te sat opposite his ornately carved desk, although the height difference made his efforts appear more amusing than intimidating. "A-aye, sir. What do ye need doin'...?" He shuffled about some papers and pulled one from the pile. "All the details are here, you'll find. Sign your name at the end and we can get started. And remember, strict confidentiality. Anything less will result in termination." His deep brown eyes bore holes into her and she flinched despite herself. "O-o'course, sir, ye won't be dis'pointed none." He passed over the long parchment, covered completely in very small, fine print. She took a shaky breath as she skimmed over it. The tiny words swam before her eyes; there was no way she was going to read all of this now. Shrugging, she reached for the quill perched next to her new employer, signed her name in a hurried mess and passed it back to him.
"Very good, In--... What is this?" He frowned at her, little mouth pursed like he'd sucked on a lemon. "I-inarah, sir, sorry, sir..." The lalafell shook his head and tutted quietly. "I hope your other abilities make up for your lack in penmanship," he snorted and turned his attention to a ledger hidden under the copious parchments. After a few moments of awkward silence, he looked up with a glare. "Why are you still here?" Inarah let out an involuntary squeak of shock and scurried out of the room.
Act 1: Crystal Unclear
Chapter 1
"Mmyes, you're here for the job, I take it?" A plump lalafell attempted to peer down his nose at the blonde miqo'te sat opposite his ornately carved desk, although the height difference made his efforts appear more amusing than intimidating. "A-aye, sir. What do ye need doin'...?" He shuffled about some papers and pulled one from the pile. "All the details are here, you'll find. Sign your name at the end and we can get started. And remember, strict confidentiality. Anything less will result in termination." His deep brown eyes bore holes into her and she flinched despite herself. "O-o'course, sir, ye won't be dis'pointed none." He passed over the long parchment, covered completely in very small, fine print. She took a shaky breath as she skimmed over it. The tiny words swam before her eyes; there was no way she was going to read all of this now. Shrugging, she reached for the quill perched next to her new employer, signed her name in a hurried mess and passed it back to him.
"Very good, In--... What is this?" He frowned at her, little mouth pursed like he'd sucked on a lemon. "I-inarah, sir, sorry, sir..." The lalafell shook his head and tutted quietly. "I hope your other abilities make up for your lack in penmanship," he snorted and turned his attention to a ledger hidden under the copious parchments. After a few moments of awkward silence, he looked up with a glare. "Why are you still here?" Inarah let out an involuntary squeak of shock and scurried out of the room.
More will come as and when we write them up.