"...Right. That's good." Awkward silence past, Bun takes a determined breath and locks eyes with the Jayclone, retaining her friendly smile. "I've got a few questions to ask you. I was just wondering if there's been any new details on what exactly happened in the greenhouse yesterday?"
Jay: "..Yeah. There is." You: "Oh! Would you mind sharing with me?"
Again, she doesn't respond at first. Pondering for a few seconds as she looks at you with the same hooded glare, her fingers continuing to tap at the desk. Finally, she leans back, her lips pursed thoughtfully.
Jay: "Look, I'd love too. I really would, but the thing is, I don't know if I should. I could get into some serious trouble. My boss would flip if she knew I was even talking about it." You: "I get it, but-" Jay: "I could totally lose my job here. I dunno if I'm willing to risk that if I'm not getting anything out of it." You: "You want something?"
She shrugged, shifting her lazy gaze towards her finger-nails.
Jay: "Mmhm." You: "Ooook.. Like what?" Jay: "Money." You: "Money?" Jay: "Psh, yeah. M.O.N.E.Y. You know what that is, right?" You: "Well yeah! Of course!"
She clapped her hands together excitedly with a smirk.
Jay: "Excellent! Know that I've confirmed that you know exactly what it is, I'm willing to bet that you have some of your own, right? After this I can totally buy those roller blades i've been wanting."
A. Time to check the piggy bank. - "Well yeah, but not a lot... How much do you want?" B. This isn't worth it. - "You know what, I'll just ask someone else." C. "Why can't you just tell me?" OOC: Let me know if the courier new font is bothering any of you. I just thought I'd use it to give it that video game-ish feel, heheh.
B.
After a moment of silent contemplation which nearly mirrors the jayclone's own, a small light flickers in Bun's eyes -- whether of indignation, uncertainty, or a new idea, is unclear.
This is ridiculous. No way I'm letting this snob blackmail me into getting information. I need a plan...
Very quickly she tries to run through her options.
...Brick, rushed decision-making was never one of my strong suits.
She has no idea if this will work, but with no time to think, Bun chooses a strategy and launches into action.
Turning abruptly from the desk, her countenance and posture immediately change to a much more reserved type. "No, I understand! It's fine, really -- I'll ask someone else. I just thought, well, with all the excitement surrounding the smashing..." She gives a light shrug as her tone shifts to that of a pondering one, speaking slowly and purposefully. "...Reporters are going to be swarming this place in no time at all. It would be great if someone had already cracked the case by the time they got here -- gosh, they'd be sure to get a lot of attention, don't you bet? As well as any...hm, insiders who would've helped lead them to the smasher," she adds, examining her nails carelessly. "I guess they'd really be the one who would deserve the credit, if we're being honest. But you know how the media is," she laughs loudly, "they'd make such a big deal out of everything and everyone surrounding the solving of the crime. I understand why you wouldn't want to involve yourself in all that paparazzi jazz. I barely do, either." Her face scrunches in disgust.
Having reached a conclusion to her rambling, Bun looks back to the Jayclone with another smile. "Anyway, thanks for the help! I...guess I'll try the other Jayclones, see if they know anything." With an uninterested shrug, Bun straightens her shirt and begins to walk away.
"Look, I know gardening isn't your strong suit, but someone's gotta fix the greenhouse. It's a mess! Everything's a mess." "Why can't Jay do it? She's the one who always took care of it." Worn, red sneakers comes into your field of vision as one of the speakers walks to the desk. You hear the sound of paper being shuffled. "Because she caught the flu, you doofus. Didn't you hear?" "Jay, we're all named Jay. I heard someone named "Jay" caught the flu. Not that Jay." "...Yeah, that's confusing. Uh, why don't you organize a naming party or something? Give everyone a new and a name tag and what not. That should make things easier." "But what about the greenhouse?" "Eh, get the name-tag business done first." "Got it." "Oh! Before you go, you got those dumb tunnels closed, right? We can't have anymore idiots getting stuck in the walls anymore. It's getting ridiculous." "Yep, all done. Here are the important blueprints that map out where the tunnels lead that you let me borrow." "Thanks. I'll just put it on my desk here so no one can steal it and have free access to anywhere in the hotel. Including the greenhouse that is currently closed." "Good plan, Jay." "Thank you, Jay." The two continue to chatter.
A. Let's get out of here! - "Uh, hi. Sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation. We were stuck." B. We should wait until they leave before we do anything. C. Let's find another door.
B.
Heart-pounding in her ears with tension, Tigress leans over and whispers ever-so-softly to Zach, "We should wait until they leave to do anything. We need those blueprints." With him, she sits very still and waits, while listening attentively to the Jays' chatter in case she should miss anything important.
"That's a good idea. Those blueprints are our ticket out of here." Zach says when suddenly he needs to sneeze. He pinches his nose to contain the sneeze, yet is now feeling a little uncomfortable.
"One thing's on my mind, who keeps a fancy office in this part of the estate so far down the tunnels?"
Jay: "..Yeah. There is." You: "Oh! Would you mind sharing with me?"
Again, she doesn't respond at first. Pondering for a few seconds as she looks at you with the same hooded glare, her fingers continuing to tap at the desk. Finally, she leans back, her lips pursed thoughtfully.
Jay: "Look, I'd love too. I really would, but the thing is, I don't know if I should. I could get into some serious trouble. My boss would flip if she knew I was even talking about it." You: "I get it, but-" Jay: "I could totally lose my job here. I dunno if I'm willing to risk that if I'm not getting anything out of it." You: "You want something?"
She shrugged, shifting her lazy gaze towards her finger-nails.
Jay: "Mmhm." You: "Ooook.. Like what?" Jay: "Money." You: "Money?" Jay: "Psh, yeah. M.O.N.E.Y. You know what that is, right?" You: "Well yeah! Of course!"
She clapped her hands together excitedly with a smirk.
Jay: "Excellent! Know that I've confirmed that you know exactly what it is, I'm willing to bet that you have some of your own, right? After this I can totally buy those roller blades i've been wanting."
A. Time to check the piggy bank. - "Well yeah, but not a lot... How much do you want?" B. This isn't worth it. - "You know what, I'll just ask someone else." C. "Why can't you just tell me?" OOC: Let me know if the courier new font is bothering any of you. I just thought I'd use it to give it that video game-ish feel, heheh.
B.
After a moment of silent contemplation which nearly mirrors the jayclone's own, a small light flickers in Bun's eyes -- whether of indignation, uncertainty, or a new idea, is unclear.
This is ridiculous. No way I'm letting this snob blackmail me into getting information. I need a plan...
Very quickly she tries to run through her options.
...Brick, rushed decision-making was never one of my strong suits.
She has no idea if this will work, but with no time to think, Bun chooses a strategy and launches into action.
Turning abruptly from the desk, her countenance and posture immediately change to a much more reserved type. "No, I understand! It's fine, really -- I'll ask someone else. I just thought, well, with all the excitement surrounding the smashing..." She gives a light shrug as her tone shifts to that of a pondering one, speaking slowly and purposefully. "...Reporters are going to be swarming this place in no time at all. It would be great if someone had already cracked the case by the time they got here -- gosh, they'd be sure to get a lot of attention, don't you bet? As well as any...hm, insiders who would've helped lead them to the smasher," she adds, examining her nails carelessly. "I guess they'd really be the one who would deserve the credit, if we're being honest. But you know how the media is," she laughs loudly, "they'd make such a big deal out of everything and everyone surrounding the solving of the crime. I understand why you wouldn't want to involve yourself in all that paparazzi jazz. I barely do, either." Her face scrunches in disgust.
Having reached a conclusion to her rambling, Bun looks back to the Jayclone with another smile. "Anyway, thanks for the help! I...guess I'll try the other Jayclones, see if they know anything." With an uninterested shrug, Bun straightens her shirt and begins to walk away.
Neko stifled a laugh. She does not want to be downwind of the bean-eating man anytime soon. She smiles as a Jayclone addresses her, and nods, "May I please have pancakes and bacon, with a cup of green tea, if you have it. If not, milk will be fine."
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Jay: "Of course!"
She replies politely. Not five minutes pass and she returns with your meal.
Jay: "Enjoy!"
You: "Well that was fast."
Just as you're about to dig in, someone walks up to your table with an awkward grin spread across her pale features.
???: "Excuse me, miss! Mind if I sit here?"
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Neko smiles warmly, "Not at all, there's plenty of room." Neko doesn't remember seeing her before and a hint of suspicion tugs at her; with a smasher running loose, she should be more...vigilant, than usual. Nonetheless, the girl look harmless enough. "So, what brings you to the Hotel, miss...?" She asks.
Attention! Due to the tragic and completely accidental death of our dear friend and guest, Rupert B. Smyth, We ask all other guests to please be wary around sharp objects.
Thank you and remember: You can buy rubber knives in the gift shop for only $4.99!
~The manager
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Welcome to the Lobby!
Current time: 5:30am
There’s a song playing on the radio!
Paula Kelly - Jeepers Creepers 1939 Al Donahue Orchestra
╭ ╮ Ivy: "…Wow, what a deal." Leek: "Oh hey, what are you doing up this early?" Ivy: "I’ve been trying a new morning routine. I feel dead. What about you?" Leek: "I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep." Ivy: "Zzzzz.." Leek: "...Um-" ╰ ╯
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The greenhouse is still closed! Find a way inside ☐
Hint: There’s a weird door in the back of my closet. Too bad it’s locked. ♬ Get one of the employees to talk. Someone's gotta know what really happened!☐ I wonder if they take bribes...
Post by TheFirstDecade on Jul 27, 2019 1:11:30 GMT
-my Sig-Fig (whom i had forgotten his name, sadly), comes out to see the hotel in shambles-
“Well, guess my stasis had a negative effect on this place... oh well, back to sciencey political work!” -He’d chuckles and happily hops back into his room.
Oh no, this place isn't going to go inactive, not my watch. Ah, anyways, what should we do now, since Jay's gone?
Honestly, we may have to take a break, since so few of us who were willing to keep this place alive are active right now. Maybe we could re-group in a week or two--or whenever most of us are back to regular activity. . . ? I dunno... >,>
-my Sig-Fig (whom i had forgotten his name, sadly), comes out to see the hotel in shambles-
“Well, guess my stasis had a negative effect on this place... oh well, back to sciencey political work!” -He’d chuckles and happily hops back into his room.
“BRICK!! I FORGOT MY NAME WAS APATO FARQUARD!!!” -he screams in his room and soon runs out of said room-
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