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.

[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.

[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?

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.

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]

[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?

[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.

[chemicalromance]

... Oh. Yes, of course.

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

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

[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.

[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.

[hotpaprika]

Thank you for your mercy, ma'am.

[He looks at the envelope in his hand, before nervously presenting it to Eleanor. He didn't like having to resort to requesting this from one of his captors, but who else could he ask.]

I... I wrote this for my Mina, and I would like you to send it to her. If... if I am to remain here for the rest of my life, then I would at least like my fiancee to know what has become of me.

Please, Eleanor, I cannot bear to imagine Mina wondering of my fate for the rest of her life.

[fuckingguy]

[ The tension drops out, or at least is replaced by different, non-vampiric tension. ]

Thank you.

[ And he strides into the room! He closes the door behind him, then... just pushes it again? Like he can somehow close it more, and that's going to make it more secure. ]

Very good. [ He walks forward, coming to a stop nowhere particularly close to Eleanor, before getting down to it. ] So. It has become clear to me that your anonymous master knows my dark secret.

[ wow buddy what was your first clue ]

... Which, fair enough, I suppose. But it does beg the question of how the fuck I am walking around in daylight and not turning into a big barbeque.

[inaclearing]

[Brett will enter fully and take a seat, though his brow is still furrowed.]

Couldn't you move to a different room?

[buriedstar]

[ He nods, coming to a stop with his hands in his pockets. ]

Some of it has potential. Hasn't anyone told you it's important to look the part?

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.

[howveryglib]

...

No one is living in those areas, though, are they.

[like.

come on.]

[chemicalromance]

[He holds out the envelope... and it is sucked from his hand, plucked by invisible fingers that float it over to Eleanor's grasp.]

Mina... [She inspects the envelope with a look of contemplation. It's difficult to say how she feels about it.] And, in this envelope is an explanation of what has happened, I assume.

You'd like me to send this?

[chemicalromance]

No. Not anymore.

Not unless they enjoy freezing ocean water.

[chemicalromance]

[This pale woman looks at him, green eyes wavering.]

So I've been told.

The whole city has potential, it simply has to be repaired first. New Rapture deserves that, I think.

[chemicalromance]

[There's chairs for him to sit! They're certainly luxury, even with a little water damage.]

I was assured that the state we are in will not last very long.

[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.

[chemicalromance]

[She watches him. The door assuredly cannot close anymore than it already has. Unless, of course, someone brings in the sliding doors.]

Oh, yes. Your... secret.

[That honestly?? Doesn't sound like a secret??]

I... can't really say that I'm an expert in these sorts of things. I suppose being several hundred miles beneath the ocean's surface may have something to do with it?

[inaclearing]

...because we're intended to die quickly?

[prompocalypse]

You believe? I hope he's been open about what he expects from you... it seems like you've got a hard job here.

I got you a coffee, if you'd like it. I don't know if you've already had one... [She gestures to the mug in her hand. It appears that it's for Eleanor.]

[buriedstar]

[ Hm...really, he thinks the least she can do is make her office presentable, but he is not vain enough to be distracted from his objectives. He'll just find a better time to emphasize this point. ]

And why's that?