Post by Sonya Chernova on Nov 2, 2020 0:26:29 GMT -5
So here's how these threads work. This initial thread will be open for anyone to hop into. Once someone has joined the thread it will lock for that person. After that, anyone who wants to have a thread for their character need only ask (either by tagging me or dming me) and I will post an opener. The initial part of these threads (after this one of course) won't count toward exp because the description of her office will change very little (for the time being) so it will largely be a copy paste job between threads. All that said! Have fun and I'm looking forward to serving you. o7! - Webster
Every trip down into the Grand Bazaar is a different kind of experience. There's always a different smell, a different sound, a new word, something pops out at you as you travel deeper and deeper into one of the most mysterious and exciting places in the world of remnant. Even so, you're here with a purpose, there's a place you need to see and a person you need to meet. You've heard rumors, a whisper here and there, a suggestion, maybe even a face to face recommendation. Whatever the reason, you've followed the signs, taken the directions from the occasional vendor, and found yourself on the third tier of the Grand Bazaar along Uruk Avenue.
Here, amidst the teeming standalone market, stalls and vendors having set up their wares in the morning only to take them down in the evening, you also find a long stretch of permanent locations. Stores and shopfronts with everything you could ever want in life. Weapons, food, toys, games, phones, and even some things you never knew you wanted, or some things you'd never in your lifetime dare even trying to purchase. There is an element of risk involved in coming here, ones reputation is everything these days. And yet you still come to this place in this jungle of expense and desire.
The storefront you see as you step through the latest bustling crowd is a simple one. A wide window greets you first, likely one intended to display dresses or clothing given the platform immediately behind it. There's a pair of simple plants in the window right now framing posed mannequins wearing a remarkable likeness to the uniform given to Haven Academy students during their stay. As you draw in closer you can read the sign on the door.
'Astarte Incorporated, Huntsman Liason, Troubleshooter, Concierge and Support Specialists. If we can't fix it for you, we know who can.'
You push your way inside...
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She could have sworn she'd set that clock right this time, damn it all. Sonya rubbed her temple and looked up at the clock, remembering that it was digital and frowned squinting over her shoulder to try to figure out where that sound had come from. She rolled her jaw, rubbing her eyes groggily. Oh, she mused, she'd taken a nap. She sat up and took in a deep breath through her nostrils, stretching her arms across her desk and snatching up a single piece of red licorice rope. She popped it into her mouth and chewed absently while she looked down at the documents strewn across her table. Most of it was garden variety logistics and finances. But there was one note from a client that had just returned from a hunting assignment for the city. Success, and a thank you for the modified ammunition she'd set them up with.
Sonya smiled, taking the letter and rising to her feet. She stretched her arms over her head and let out a low grunt of satisfaction. "Another for the wall!" She quipped cheerily.
Sonya turned and made her way to the small collection of thank-you letters hanging from a single pin board on her wall. It wasn't many, not nearly as many customers as Schnee was getting these days, but it was a start. Here she was free from that racist pig's influence, where those scientists couldn't sneer at her like some sort of pretty trophy to parade around. A success case. She looked at her hands and sighed, shaking off the thought and pinning the letter next to the others. She nodded, her resolve ever stronger. She could do this.
She turned and looked at the mirror adjacent to the board. Her hair was up in a bun right now (she was working) and she'd chosen a simple dress shirt with a pink tie. She noted that her eyes were still set to blue and grabbed her phone, opening up the control app and setting them to pink. There we go. Good match. She tilted her head, turned, examined her slacks and tapped her shoes. Hm... something was missing.
"Suspenders!" She gasped, turning to her desk and rifling through the messy lower drawer till she found her grey suspenders (to match her grey slacks) and snapped them on. "Perfect!" She laughed, twirling on the spot and pulling her hair pin out. She shook out the tension in her scalp and sighed. It was quiet today. Maybe she should close up and-
The bell rang alerting her to a presence in the shop.
A grin spread across her face like a whip. She tied up her hair, grabbed her grey coat and threw it on. She took one look around her office. Simple with two doors leading into the rear workshop and living space respectively. The third door lead out into the lobby. She beelined for that last one, grabbing the doorknob and throwing it open with gusto.
"Hello dearie!" Sonya Chernova practically sung, the alabaster beauty flashing a dazzling smile while her faiintly glowing pink eyes took in her guest. "Welcome to Astarte Incorporated. I'm Sonya Chernova, at your service. How can I help you make the world a better place?" She said-as she always did-to drive home the purpose of Astarte Incorporation. She was here for the Huntsmen and she would do whatever it took to make sure they could do the job no one else could.
Protect us all.