Eleanor's Office

[chemicalromance]

You step into the designated office of your host. It's an executive suite, quite like all of yours, save for the fact that it's meant for one person... and it's safe to say that this room has probably seen better days. The room is lit, but the light tends to flicker. The tiling on the floor is cracked, water running through the rifts from a waterfall originating out of a hole in the ceiling in the right corner. Don't worry. It's fine. Eleanor doesn't pay it mind. She's got a desk set up in the middle of it all, with her bed pushed off to the side. She's minding to her own business.

To your left, the wall immediately gives way to long glass windows reinforced with steel to withstand the ocean's crushing depths. Through coral and bio-luminescence, Rapture squats in the distance, like crumbling, electric obelisks.

Make yourself comfortable.

Comments

Week 1 Tuesday Evening

[hotpaprika]

[Jonathan feels absolutely intimidated stepping into Eleanor's office, but he couldn't back down, not now. He had a mission.

Holding an envelope in his hands, he cautiously approaches her desk.]

Good evening, ma'am. I wanted to apologize for my outburst when we first met, it was improper of me and I should not have acted the way I did.

I... I was wondering if you could do a favor for me. It is not a large one, but one that's very vital that I have it done.

[chemicalromance]

[Fascinatingly, she looks almost small from where she sits.]

It's alright. The outburst didn't bother me.

[She's remarkably relaxed given the whole, you know, disrepair thing.]

What did you need of me?

[howveryglib]

[...he probably shouldn't bother. She's made it clear she's loyal, she is an enemy, and he wouldn't expect her to turn traitor.

...maybe he should just. he doesn't know. try and see if he can kill her and save everyone a lot of trouble, he'll maybe consider that after he assesses the situation. it sounds like she's no slouch but he's not a legatus for nothi--why is her room like this what the fuck]

...

I see your employment has not earned you any creature comforts.

[chemicalromance]

Ah, hello.

[Pay no mind to the leakage. Eleanor isn't.]

My situation in this hotel is temporary, I believe. And the reconstruction efforts are currently ongoing - there are plenty of worse off areas than this.

[fuckingguy]

[ While the general "you" might step into the designated office of their host, Nandor does not! He comes right up to the threshold of Eleanor's office, raps on the door, and just awkwardly stands around for a few seconds, looking slightly pained. ]

Would you invite me in now, please?

[chemicalromance]

... Oh. Yes, of course.

[A flash of understanding crosses her face, right before it settles again.]

Please, mister... 'The Relentless'. Come in.

after the intro, late at night

[buriedstar]

[ Seo Dawon strolls in, taking in the decor of the office, and the state of it. ]

You should really get this all fixed.

[chemicalromance]

Along with everything else, I'm sure you'd say.

[The room itself is actually fairly nice. As nice as the rest. But there's damage, more than just a general wear-and-tear.]

It's not terribly high on the list of refurbishments.

week 1, monday

[inaclearing]

Hi, Eleanor...

[Brett starts off strong, and is immediately thrown off by the condition of the room! The waterfall, mostly.]

Is that...okay?

[chemicalromance]

Hello.

[She's also watching it flow down and disappear between the cracks, like so many things, finding a place to hide.]

Water damage is unfortunately common in this city. It gets cold - pipes burst, you know.

Week One, Monday

[prompocalypse]

[Penelope wanders into Eleanor's office relatively early into the morning, just after she had breakfast, a pleasant smile on her face.

She doesn't know if Eleanor knows what her boss knows. That they invited the devil to play their little game. So, she walks in with a coffee in one hand, not as casual as some of the others might have been during their first meeting, but still friendly.]

Good morning, Eleanor. I wanted to have a chat, if you're not busy.

[chemicalromance]

[From the looks of it, Eleanor isn't busy! She's seated at her desk, head resting in her arms as she focuses on a relatively retro radio squatting before her. She looks up upon being called for.]

A chat? Very well... I believe that is what I'm here for, among other things.

Backdated to Thursday evening

[bootyhunter]

[The trickling sounds of running water are supposed to be soothing.

Today, or rather, tonight, almost... They remind him of another waterfall, from a day where he ran through one alongside a girl in coke-bottle glasses. Dandy isn't used to his memories being so crystal clear, but he is oddly accustomed to the idea that the Dandy in that specific recollection isn't really him. The one right here and right now, watching Eleanor after he's entered her office, isn't the same as that other guy, but that's okay.

For now, all of that can wait.]

Hey.

You got a minute?

[chemicalromance]

[It might be soothing, if it didn't immediately clash with the ritzy sensibilities of the Helios' rooms. High society meeting the cold depths of the sea.

Eleanor, at the moment, wasn't in her desk. No. Instead, she was seated in a plush chair off to the side, still in her diving suit. Looking, possibly, like she was lost in thought.]

Hm?

[Green eyes shimmer.]

No. What is it?

backdated to week 1, wednesday

[honeyedtea]

[ Oh, this place is about as grim as it gets, huh. It's hard to keep her lip from curling with disgust at the sight of it but she manages to rearrange her expression into something more resembling earnest concern. ]

Excuse me, Miss Eleanor...? I've not arrived at an inconvenient time, have I?

[chemicalromance]

No. It's... alright.

[It's grim, but there's light in it. Right now, Eleanor's fiddling with the knobs of a radio. It's almost a habit. Sometimes little drones of music make their way through the static. She stops to regard her visitor fully.]

I wasn't busy. Actually, I've been wondering for what to do around here.

Week 2, Backdated to Wendsday Night

[giddyundertaker]

[ It was true, none of those hostages were people who the Undertaker would kill for. It says it in his profile: He likes the Phantomhive family, and the mayor had failed to bring in the last living Phantomhive to threaten him.

Yet he did succeed in finding someone the Undertaker would hate to see threatened with this situation- Or rather, someone he didn't think he'd ever see again.

Othello's hair has gotten a bit more wild since the Undertaker last saw him, but there's no mistaking that recluse from the Forensics division. Now, Othello wouldn't have gone out of his hole if he wasn't sent to investigate something interesting, so there's a good chance his disappearance alone would be enough to raise concerns... If someone here didn't kill, the entire dispatch would be on high alert before long. If someone here did kill...

Oh, there are too many variables to think about. Too many things Fontaine might not be honest about. With so few options available, the Undertaker is forced to seek an audience with Eleanor. ]

I say, aren't you worried about flooding? [ He wonders aloud as he casually regards the waterfall in the corner. A bit of small talk to get her attention. ]

apologies for the wait

[chemicalromance]

[Eleanor doesn't appear surprised by the Undertaker's suddenly appearance in her room. For the first time in the entirety of their stay here, no less. She actually appears more focused on - what else?

The water.]

...It is a little concerning that it hasn't been plugged yet. [She regards him fully after a moment.] I'll need to ask about it, later.

week 3, sunday, like. somewhere afternoonish.

[sastruga]

[It's her first visit to Eleanor's office, so she's extra polite. Knocking politely before entering, despite the... state of everything.]

Eleanor-san... yes? Sorry to intrude. Are you busy right now?

apologies about the wait

[chemicalromance]

[For what it's worth, the general state of Eleanor's room has seen improvement these past weeks, not that she would know, of course.

The wide windows encasing Eleanor's room are naturally the most untouched. Eleanor's seated not at her desk but in a lounger tucked into the corner, her eyes turned to the ocean outside.]

Oh? No. I'm... [She blinks.] I'm not doing anything, just watching the currents.

Week Three, Tuesday Night

[prompocalypse]

[She stows her radio away for the night before approaching Eleanor, no smile in sight on her features. She drops down into the chair opposite her with a sigh.]

Evening, Eleanor.

Hope you're not busy or whatever.

sorry about the late tag

[chemicalromance]

[Eleanor has her own radio. Not like the ones everyone's been given, though. This one is old; retro-designed, with a knob Eleanor fiddles with until Penelope speaks.]

As luck would have it, I'm not. Is there something I can help you with?

week 3, tuesday

[inaclearing]

Eleanor?

[Brett will let himself in when his knock's answered, and move to take a seat. He seems nervous, but then, he's sort of been on-edge generally lately.]

Hey. I'm sorry I haven't been by, lately. [Maybe a weird thing to apologize for, but.] How are you?

[Is that a stupid question? Well, whatever.]

[chemicalromance]

Come in.

[She answers quietly. When Brett shows himself in, he'll find Eleanor seated already, head resting in her thickly-gloved hand, rubbing her temple.]

Nursing a headache, I suppose. [But she can set that aside, it seems.] You don't need to apologize for not coming by.

[howveryglib]

[he’s Mad and Storming In!!!]

What are those radios even made out of.

[…also like is her room nicer now…]

[chemicalromance]

[It is! Though, the change is incremental, it seems that everything's slowly being refurbished. Eleanor's bed is fresh, and that leak even looks weaker!

It's still leaking, though. So.]

...The highest quality in Rapture products?

[She shrugs her shoulders in a very "young woman" sort of way.]

[dullshooter]

[So Misfire's...never been here before, and maybe this long in it's probably kind of weird for him to suddenly turn up? But when has he ever concerned himself with being 'awkward' or anything like that. Knocking is redundant and he's foregone politeness already, he's just stepping right on in. He's also hiding something behind his back in a way that's all but inconspicious.]

Eleanor! Hey. [Oh is that ceiling leaking?] Nice water feature. You got a sec?

[chemicalromance]

[Not being here before will mean that Misfire didn't get to see the glorious waterfall - No, the ceiling is not leaking... Not anymore.

Interestingly, there's no Eleanor in here either. The office is empty.

...Did something move just outside the window?]