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Post by Ry on Dec 24, 2008 0:52:04 GMT -5
 Suits, Souris had never thought that she'd consider applying to the Courts for nothing. Not a title, not a rank, just a job, and a menial one at that. She could barely believe herself, that she, would consider applying to Her Excellence, Vessatha, to serve. Granted, her rank would allow her to join the Upper ranks, but still...! The reaction was precisely what she was looking for, if not exactly from herself. Her application to the Courts, to be considered as a suitable candidate for the post of ladies' maid, would cause quite a stir in the Gardens. And the application would give her a chance to observe, first hand, the ranking individuals and titled nobles that made up the Court. She would kill two birds with one stone. Such were the thoughts that found her, in the pause as she stopped to admire the beautiful palace, on the threshold of the palace of Spades. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 24, 2008 20:17:40 GMT -5
(( OOC: Greenie asked me post. )) Ichigo was doing his job, being the only guard at the gate. There were plenty of people filtering through the gates, but not many of them were applying for guard positions. Then again there were a lot of other jobs to fill. He watched someone in the distance. A yarrow mouse. He raised an eyebrow as she sat comfortably in his spot, fiddling with the ribbon on his blade. From the distance she was at he could read her rank as clear as day. A Spade. The mid-ranger continued to watch as she drew closer and paused to look at the palace. His whiskers twitched as he kept his place. "Are you looking for someone in particular?" Ichigo asked. It was a polite way of saying she wasn't allowed to go any further until she was directed. She looked harmless, but that meant nothing. Everyone was dangerous until he was proven wrong. |
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Post by Ry on Dec 26, 2008 2:19:09 GMT -5
(( OOC: Noted. No offense intended; on my part, at any rate. I trust I will not be held too responsible for whatever Souris is thinking.))
Souris drew in her breath, affronted that the gurard would choose to stop her. There were plenty of people filtering through the gates, why didn't he stop them instead? But she must get used to that, she told herself bitterly. Should she be selected, she'd merely be a common Spade, middling in rank. Slightly exotic, prehaps, as a Gardens mouse, although, with a part Yarrow Queen presiding over the Court, even that small consolation might be denied her. Best to swallow the insult.
Wealth, status and privilege would not avail her today. She did not have the rank, title or power to back her. Instead, she made herself turn to look at him. "I would like to speak to the Head of Staff" She thought she answered him well enough, politely, as common courtesy dictated, if with rather too much frost for prudence. Especially as the Mid-Range mouse
ranked her. An Eight, however, was only one step above, and she was, after all, a Gardens girl, she tried to justify herself.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 26, 2008 12:14:22 GMT -5
Oh yes. This was a bright one. "Head of staff? You mean head of kitchen staff, head of maid services, head of security? They're all different heads of staff. You wouldn't happen to know the name of who you're looking for?"
He was being a smart ass, but she wouldn't necessarily know that one person currently held all of those jobs. With the current changes in staff was perfectly possible. However is she was looking for a job she was probably looking for Her Excellency Vessatha. Of course it would be nice for the mouse to say it. He rolled his eyes. Heaven forbid someone come out and say the truth to the palace guard.
Ichigo waved someone over from the shadows. A tall canine biped who was neatly dressed with a smile plastered on his muzzle. Ichigo whispered directions into the man's ear so the other mouse wouldn't hear.
"He'll take you to your destination," Ichigo said turning to the Yarrow with a happy smile on his face.
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Post by Ry on Dec 26, 2008 23:04:56 GMT -5
The titles the Mid-Range threw out made her head spin, and her hackles rise. What did he take her for – Stupid? She bristled. The Transition Proclamation had very clearly specified three individuals; Her Excellence Vessatha, His Highness Dysthymia, and Her Majesty, Donalda. Simple elimination should tell the Mid-Range guard exactly who she sought.
She would have obligingly given him the exact name to expedite the process, if he hadn't already taken the initiative, and made the necessary arrangements. She smiled at him brilliantly, relieved, and blessed him with a heartfelt, "Thank you", as she turned to regard her guide – a male biped. The canine was dressed to the nines, his muzzle turned up in a practised smile, which didn't quite reach to the eyes.
Why...the underhanded...she shot the mouse an annoyed look, grudgingly admiring the tactic. That had been well-executed. If Her Majesty hadn't objected, she supposed she couldn't. She stifled a sigh, and turned to follow the canine.
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Post by Greenie on Jun 28, 2009 21:31:35 GMT -5
The canine led her through a series of corridors, hallways and spidery closet-like spaces before they abruptly entered into an expansive, open hallway with a myriad of doors. He paused at one and waited for Souris to catch up, nodded politely to her, then took his leave of her. The door was unmarked and unlabeled, as were all the doors in this hallway, but seemed to be almost overused, as if someone had slammed it far too many times.
Inside, Vessatha stared listlessly at various market prices and their respective increases and decreases over the past few days. Why was choosing meals for the Court so mathy? She hadn't expected to have to use practical skills in the process, but here she was, trying to calculate what would be the cheapest and simultaneously the most appetizing. Suits knew she wasn't buying eggplant, regardless of how cheap it was. She let out a small groan, and began punching out a vague flower shape over her the eggplant on the paper.
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Post by Ry on Jul 2, 2009 6:20:13 GMT -5
Labyrinthine hallways, corridors, and unused closet-like spaces disorientated the mouse, probably exactly as the male biped had intended. No matter. She scampered closely in his wake with her habitual equanimity. Or the closest approximation she could manage. The well-appointed hallway she ended in smoothed her anxiety, restoring her carefully cultivated facade.
She stared at the door, suspiciously, before lifting her forepaw to knock gently, frantically conducting a thorough mental review. She had prior experience as a housekeeper, she supposed, to that insufferable Highlander who had owned the luxury villa before her. Augment the year with the familiarity with fabrics and dress making skills she'd acquired the previous year as an apprentice to the fussy Avington, marry that to her observations, and subtract the poisoning, she thought as she waited. She'd cite the missing three years spent travelling as informative. Etiquette, local culture, and so on and so forth, rather than sourcing out new poisons to market.
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Post by Greenie on Jul 2, 2009 11:44:47 GMT -5
Vessatha frowned at the knock. Was she expecting anyone? She frantically began digging around her desk for her datebook, and couldn't find it; it was probably in her rooms, where it wouldn't tell her squat about whom she was supposed to be seeing. Suits knew all the staff just waltzed in like they owned the place. It would have been nice to get an introduction.. but it seemed no one was going to give her that.
She schooled her expression back into her usual modest grimace, and called out, "Enter." Any interruption was a good one at this point, since she wasn't getting anywhere with the food choices. Perhaps this person would give her an excuse to delegate the work to someone else... Zane was a number person, she knew, maybe he'd be better at it. The ferret sat back at her chair and examined her doorway, waiting for whomever it was to come in.
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Post by Ry on Feb 23, 2010 0:51:29 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Vessatha, Souris was not a math person. But the mouse enjoyed comparison shopping. She put her nose (and face) cautiously around the door. A few minutes silence, carefully spent in observing the lithe Kahmden ferret biped, and probably being observed in return. Then, shoulders, suit and rank.
She looked at Vessatha shyly, almost admiring before introducing herself, briefly, as "Souris", and stating her business. "I would like to interview for a position in Court" Loath to add that the position was as a servant in the Court, despite knowing that she qualified to the Upper ranks, nevertheless, "Perhaps as a housekeeper?" she hazarded, unaware exactly how naïve and inexperienced she sounded.
Were she to apply to any other post, she knew, her résumé wouldn't stand up to extended scrutiny. She certainly would prefer a position as a Ladies' Maid, nevertheless, she decidedly lacked the qualifications necessary to apply to that post.
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