Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

Comments

[shieldof]

I suppose it would be Lady Faith, should anyone here choose to use it. I will not insist upon it. You are all here- rather unexpectedly, it would be odd to demand more than basic courtesies.

[makeitfit]

Unexpectedly on our part, yeah. You seem t' be not expectin' much in da way of niceties from us.

[shieldof]

It doesn't seem unreasonable that you should be upset with me, in the circumstances. I do appreciate those of you who have chosen to behave otherwise, of course.

[makeitfit]

What, did ya ask your God to bring us here or somethin'? Cause othawise ya just tha messenger.

[shieldof]

Ha, I suppose so. But I am a willing messenger, even in this.

[makeitfit]

[A beat. Then, in a tone of voice that betrays a surprising amount of understanding:]

Willin' don't make it easy.

[shieldof]

[A beat of her own. And, hesitantly.]

You speak from experience. Not easy, perhaps. But do you find it worth it?

[makeitfit]

[Another moment, a beat, then:]

...yeah. Yeah, it's woith it. Workin' fer Inspekta, helpin' him get things done,it's real rewardin'.

[shieldof]

[She nods.]

It has been the same for myself.

[and it'll for sure continue to be so right]

I hope the rest of you may also come to appreciate this place, in time, even in these circumstances.

[makeitfit]

[surely! This will all be worth it!]

...yeah...

...speakin' of dat, think you could get a read on da A-pocky-lips back in our woild? It's, uh...kinda worryin'.