Patrollogs
(Peyton's bargaining)
[Sat Jan 13 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Casey scoots into the meeting room, flashing a smile towards Peyton. With a lift of her hand, Casey says, "Hi!" to her. "Lovely night, isn't it?" Casey says, her smile growing so wide her nose crinkles.
Peyton beams brightly first to the representative, then to Casey. "Greetings." She says, politely, offering a little dip of her head before she rifles through a few documents before handing off a folder to the Empire's representative. "I think you'll find what we have to offer quite enticing." She promises. "Our business interests can easily be in line with your own."
Casey gives Peyton another smile of her own, fishing a manilla envelope out of her cute purse. Casey might have had a pusheen sticker stuck to where the folder was lashed shut. This folder was pushed across towards representative of The Illarin Empire, and a small wink was given them. "An offer on our end, I think," Casey says. "I think you'll enjoy it, at least?" Casey says. A sigh then, and Casey steps away, fanning her hair out behind her head. "How's business?" Casey asks of Peyton.
Peyton turns half-ways to face Casey and gives Casey a once-over with another polite smile. "Alright, a little slow after the holidays I think. I've been a bit in and out of town, sort of feeling a little out of touch this week and last." She says softly. "How about you?"
Zdenik steps calm and quiet into the room, carrying a small ornate wooden box lined with silver in hands all too pale to be strictly healthy. He steps over to representative of The Illarin Empire, placing the box on his side of the desk and placing one hand on the lid, offering the other man a polite smile. Fishing anote from his pocket he passes it over first, waiting for the rep to glance over it before sliding the box across the desk at them, then turns and strides back out without a word.
Casey wiggles her hand. "I get that. Out of touch is an easy thing to feel a lotta days," Casey says. "You have to like... really be on top of everything to really feel in touch, so I just... try to stay in touch with what is important in life, yanno?" Casey says. "Or a least, what could be," Casey says.
Casey says "That was a bit rude. "
Peyton tilts her head a little and stifles a soft laugh. "Well, I ran in here in my pajamas once and people seemed to think THAT was rude, but maybe just because I won." She demures.
Peytons Bargaining
(Peyton's bargaining)
[Sat Jan 13 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Casey scoots into the meeting room, flashing a smile towards Peyton. With a lift of her hand, Casey says, "Hi!" to her. "Lovely night, isn't it?" Casey says, her smile growing so wide her nose crinkles.
Peyton beams brightly first to the representative, then to Casey. "Greetings." She says, politely, offering a little dip of her head before she rifles through a few documents before handing off a folder to the Empire's representative. "I think you'll find what we have to offer quite enticing." She promises. "Our business interests can easily be in line with your own."
Casey gives Peyton another smile of her own, fishing a manilla envelope out of her cute purse. Casey might have had a pusheen sticker stuck to where the folder was lashed shut. This folder was pushed across towards representative of The Illarin Empire, and a small wink was given them. "An offer on our end, I think," Casey says. "I think you'll enjoy it, at least?" Casey says. A sigh then, and Casey steps away, fanning her hair out behind her head. "How's business?" Casey asks of Peyton.
Peyton turns half-ways to face Casey and gives Casey a once-over with another polite smile. "Alright, a little slow after the holidays I think. I've been a bit in and out of town, sort of feeling a little out of touch this week and last." She says softly. "How about you?"
Zdenik steps calm and quiet into the room, carrying a small ornate wooden box lined with silver in hands all too pale to be strictly healthy. He steps over to representative of The Illarin Empire, placing the box on his side of the desk and placing one hand on the lid, offering the other man a polite smile. Fishing anote from his pocket he passes it over first, waiting for the rep to glance over it before sliding the box across the desk at them, then turns and strides back out without a word.
Casey wiggles her hand. "I get that. Out of touch is an easy thing to feel a lotta days," Casey says. "You have to like... really be on top of everything to really feel in touch, so I just... try to stay in touch with what is important in life, yanno?" Casey says. "Or a least, what could be," Casey says.
Casey says "That was a bit rude. "
Peyton tilts her head a little and stifles a soft laugh. "Well, I ran in here in my pajamas once and people seemed to think THAT was rude, but maybe just because I won." She demures.