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April 14, 2023 - 6:30PM
A sensational scent drifted out from the kitchen and its adjacent dining room, along with the sound of dishes clattering and the merry din of conversation and laughter. Inside the long dining room, the single broad table stood confidently underneath a showering of crystal raindrops from the tiered chandeliers hanging overhead. The surface of it was being set by two individuals, one man and one woman, in matching black button downs and black slacks. Crystalline glasses, fine dining china with gold embellishments, silver platters and trays.
The smell coming from those platters was rich and thick in the air. Honey glazed ham and salt baked salmon with butter, rosemary and lemon. Green beans, fresh and snappy with a dash of salt and cooked in bacon grease. A large bowl of potatoes mashed to heavenly perfection, fluffy with butter and heavy cream. Corn cobs, bright and perky and steaming like coals. A salad of butterhead lettuce, arugula, spinach, cucumber, blue tomato, feta cheese, raisins, vinegar and some intoxicating homemade dressing. Tiered trays had juicy, sugared purple grapes, strawberries and cherries. Other tiered strays had arrays of crackers and cheeses.
There were pitchers of sparkling sweet tea with floating fruits, red wine, ice water and one crystalline bottle of fine bourbon.
A few people, maids, workers or material men of some sort, had cleaned up and changed into their personal clothing. They were dappled about the chairs at the table, chatting and settling in. Carrie Mae stood near the head of the table in a business casual black dress and heels. She had a hand on the back of a man’s chair, who she was talking to. Daniel Fischer, in business casual of his own, a fine navy blazer and slacks, was looking back up at Carrie. The energy in the room felt pleasant, relaxed.
April 14, 2023 - 6:30PM
A sensational scent drifted out from the kitchen and its adjacent dining room, along with the sound of dishes clattering and the merry din of conversation and laughter. Inside the long dining room, the single broad table stood confidently underneath a showering of crystal raindrops from the tiered chandeliers hanging overhead. The surface of it was being set by two individuals, one man and one woman, in matching black button downs and black slacks. Crystalline glasses, fine dining china with gold embellishments, silver platters and trays.
The smell coming from those platters was rich and thick in the air. Honey glazed ham and salt baked salmon with butter, rosemary and lemon. Green beans, fresh and snappy with a dash of salt and cooked in bacon grease. A large bowl of potatoes mashed to heavenly perfection, fluffy with butter and heavy cream. Corn cobs, bright and perky and steaming like coals. A salad of butterhead lettuce, arugula, spinach, cucumber, blue tomato, feta cheese, raisins, vinegar and some intoxicating homemade dressing. Tiered trays had juicy, sugared purple grapes, strawberries and cherries. Other tiered strays had arrays of crackers and cheeses.
There were pitchers of sparkling sweet tea with floating fruits, red wine, ice water and one crystalline bottle of fine bourbon.
A few people, maids, workers or material men of some sort, had cleaned up and changed into their personal clothing. They were dappled about the chairs at the table, chatting and settling in. Carrie Mae stood near the head of the table in a business casual black dress and heels. She had a hand on the back of a man’s chair, who she was talking to. Daniel Fischer, in business casual of his own, a fine navy blazer and slacks, was looking back up at Carrie. The energy in the room felt pleasant, relaxed.
April 14, 2023 - 6:33PM
Most hadn't noticed him when he had arrived, one would probably think that he just appeared out of nowhere. Daniel was actually the only one who did spot the boy upon his arrival. For a while, Ciel had been in the room he was assigned, sorting out the things he packed, making notes on a notepad of things to do while here, cleaning up the dusty room some (with a few breaks to have a sneezing fit or two thanks to the stirring of the dust) and of course, assuring that he had everything that he packed and it didn't fall out or he didn't forget anything.
The creaking didn't even bother him, the floors were clearly old, much like the floors of his home back in Lincolnshire, England.. which was also a house that was built and stood in the 1800s. He looked in the mirror, adjusting his eye patch, and sighed. The mirror was so blurry, he could have sworn that he had just cleaned the thing spotless. Ciel closed his suitcase, and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
He headed to the dining room, where it seemed everyone was gathering. More creaking filled the air as Ciel went down the hallways, but he didn't care, once more. He peeked his head into the dining room, hearing the noises of dishes and people. He then took a step in, a small, prideful smirk on his face. "Good evening everyone." He said, to whoever would listen, he might have even startled a few people who weren't expecting him to be there, which felt right for how mysterious and creepy this place was.
Ciel's one eye glanced to Daniel, the one person he recognized.
"Mr. Fischer." He tipped his head, as a hello.
Most hadn't noticed him when he had arrived, one would probably think that he just appeared out of nowhere. Daniel was actually the only one who did spot the boy upon his arrival. For a while, Ciel had been in the room he was assigned, sorting out the things he packed, making notes on a notepad of things to do while here, cleaning up the dusty room some (with a few breaks to have a sneezing fit or two thanks to the stirring of the dust) and of course, assuring that he had everything that he packed and it didn't fall out or he didn't forget anything.
The creaking didn't even bother him, the floors were clearly old, much like the floors of his home back in Lincolnshire, England.. which was also a house that was built and stood in the 1800s. He looked in the mirror, adjusting his eye patch, and sighed. The mirror was so blurry, he could have sworn that he had just cleaned the thing spotless. Ciel closed his suitcase, and then left the room, closing the door behind him.
He headed to the dining room, where it seemed everyone was gathering. More creaking filled the air as Ciel went down the hallways, but he didn't care, once more. He peeked his head into the dining room, hearing the noises of dishes and people. He then took a step in, a small, prideful smirk on his face. "Good evening everyone." He said, to whoever would listen, he might have even startled a few people who weren't expecting him to be there, which felt right for how mysterious and creepy this place was.
Ciel's one eye glanced to Daniel, the one person he recognized.
"Mr. Fischer." He tipped his head, as a hello.
A few of the men at the table visibly startled, but quickly played it off. One woman accidentally shouted in surprise and apologized with a blushing face. Amongst the men and the gossip, some folks’ tensions were high…
Daniel’s attention immediately gathered to Ciel upon his entry, and he stood from the table with a charming grin.
“Ciel!” He greeted, sweeping an arm in for a warm handshake in greeting and a clap on the man’s back. “Welcome, welcome, settle on it,” the suave man invited, his deep voice charming and pleasant. He pulled a seat out for Ciel across from where Carrie had sat, so that when Daniel sat at the head of the table, Ciel sat at his left and Carrie his right. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you yet, I was hoping to meet you here a few days ago, but, man,” he made a casual, whistling sound. “I’ve been running a madhouse! Tell me about how you’ve settled in. How was the trip over?”
Daniel seemed genuinely interested in what Ciel had to say, as he began pouring the eye-patched man a glass of red wine.
Daniel’s attention immediately gathered to Ciel upon his entry, and he stood from the table with a charming grin.
“Ciel!” He greeted, sweeping an arm in for a warm handshake in greeting and a clap on the man’s back. “Welcome, welcome, settle on it,” the suave man invited, his deep voice charming and pleasant. He pulled a seat out for Ciel across from where Carrie had sat, so that when Daniel sat at the head of the table, Ciel sat at his left and Carrie his right. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you yet, I was hoping to meet you here a few days ago, but, man,” he made a casual, whistling sound. “I’ve been running a madhouse! Tell me about how you’ve settled in. How was the trip over?”
Daniel seemed genuinely interested in what Ciel had to say, as he began pouring the eye-patched man a glass of red wine.
Ciel somehow managed to swiftly handshake Daniel back without a second thought or hesitation, but the clap against his upper back did manage to catch him off-guard as he let out of a quiet, but forced exhale, the breath knocked out of him briefly. "Of.. Of course." Ciel, much liked the startled men, played it off and sat down in the chair that Daniel pulled out for him. "It is quite alright, we are seeing each other now, aren't we? That is good enough." Ciel smirked, leaning comfortably into the chair.
"Well, I just now finished all my preparations for staying here. Organizing the things I've packed, a list of things I need to do here. And the trip here was a bit boring, really. If I am to be honest." Ciel glanced the glass of red wine over, before taking it when it was finished being poured. He swirled it around in the glass for a moment, and took a sip before anyone could argue he not. He tapped his silver, blue diamond ring (which was on his thumb) on the glass lightly. "This place has a strange feel to it, does it not? And very.. dusty, I'm afraid." Ciel murmured, "My weak lungs are going to have to fight for their life in here." He said rather flatly, unclear whether it was a joke or exaggeration, or rather him being very serious.
You could never tell with this strange boy. He practically fit into the strange house's mystery.
"Well, I just now finished all my preparations for staying here. Organizing the things I've packed, a list of things I need to do here. And the trip here was a bit boring, really. If I am to be honest." Ciel glanced the glass of red wine over, before taking it when it was finished being poured. He swirled it around in the glass for a moment, and took a sip before anyone could argue he not. He tapped his silver, blue diamond ring (which was on his thumb) on the glass lightly. "This place has a strange feel to it, does it not? And very.. dusty, I'm afraid." Ciel murmured, "My weak lungs are going to have to fight for their life in here." He said rather flatly, unclear whether it was a joke or exaggeration, or rather him being very serious.
You could never tell with this strange boy. He practically fit into the strange house's mystery.
Carrie Mae Vance (played by TheLittleWitch)
Topic Starter
Human Resources for F.C.
March 28 2024
2:23pm
Carrie Mae waved dainty fingers at Ciel in a ‘hello’, paired with a wide smile.
“Evenin’, Ciel, thanks for joining us! My name is Carrie Vance, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She lifted her own glass, toasted it his way, then took a sip. “Mm! Isn’t the dust just horrendous?” She agreed passionately, setting down her glass and exchanging it for a black cloth napkin, which she dabbed her mouth with. “I’ve got a cleaning service crew coming in on Monday. Hopin’ to get at least a couple decades of this scrubbed away, and the ventilation systems revamped to modern century standards. Ugh, I can’t imagine how grimey those vents are.” Carrie chattered casually.
Carrie, it seemed, had danced beautifully around the mention of any odd feelings. Meanwhile, Daniel met Ciel’s eye, his own dark pair glittering with mischief and something like wonder.
“I told you, didn't I?” The man prompted Ciel quietly, leaning slightly closer to Ciel’s direction from his chair. “It’s a unique project, isn’t it?” The excitement in Daniel was evident, he was attempting to contain it under a professional covering, but Daniel was a boy in a candy store. The way he half smirked, and the way his gaze sparkled from the depths.
“Evenin’, Ciel, thanks for joining us! My name is Carrie Vance, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” She lifted her own glass, toasted it his way, then took a sip. “Mm! Isn’t the dust just horrendous?” She agreed passionately, setting down her glass and exchanging it for a black cloth napkin, which she dabbed her mouth with. “I’ve got a cleaning service crew coming in on Monday. Hopin’ to get at least a couple decades of this scrubbed away, and the ventilation systems revamped to modern century standards. Ugh, I can’t imagine how grimey those vents are.” Carrie chattered casually.
Carrie, it seemed, had danced beautifully around the mention of any odd feelings. Meanwhile, Daniel met Ciel’s eye, his own dark pair glittering with mischief and something like wonder.
“I told you, didn't I?” The man prompted Ciel quietly, leaning slightly closer to Ciel’s direction from his chair. “It’s a unique project, isn’t it?” The excitement in Daniel was evident, he was attempting to contain it under a professional covering, but Daniel was a boy in a candy store. The way he half smirked, and the way his gaze sparkled from the depths.
Sebastian had sauntered into the dining hall discreetly, the only announcement of his presence being the scooting of a chair’s legs across the rich wood flooring. He’d taken the seat next to Ciel, with the intention of asking the stranger about his eye patch. Bastian wondered if the chicks dug it, or if it posed as a cockblock.
The lean man had gone outside for a cigarette and some fresh air, while Vivienne had gone to her room to freshen up for dinner. Sebastian… didn’t seem any fresher, only stinking mildly of cigarette smoke.
He’d joined the table at the tail-end of Ciel’s comment, so then proceeded to help himself to the conversation. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his hair in a poise of recline.
“Do you guys think about how we’re breathing the same dusty air that people were breathing back in the horse ‘n buggy times? Or,” Sebastian nonchalantly opened the question for discussion. “How many people died breathing this same air? You guys think about that yet?”
Carrie was making a sour face from across the table, obviously displeased with the question.
The lean man had gone outside for a cigarette and some fresh air, while Vivienne had gone to her room to freshen up for dinner. Sebastian… didn’t seem any fresher, only stinking mildly of cigarette smoke.
He’d joined the table at the tail-end of Ciel’s comment, so then proceeded to help himself to the conversation. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his hair in a poise of recline.
“Do you guys think about how we’re breathing the same dusty air that people were breathing back in the horse ‘n buggy times? Or,” Sebastian nonchalantly opened the question for discussion. “How many people died breathing this same air? You guys think about that yet?”
Carrie was making a sour face from across the table, obviously displeased with the question.
Ciel gave a mischievous smirk back to Daniel. Perhaps Ciel too was a boy in a candy store. Sure, he had heard all these stories of what had happened here, what this place has been and become.. But he didn't seem to even be startled by it. Nothing could be as traumatizing as.. that month. The month that caused his search for vengeance.
Ciel went to speak to Daniel, but the smell of Sebastian's cigarette smoke caught him off-guard and he forgot what he was going to say. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to his nose, a discreet glare towards Sebastian's direction.
Funnily enough, this was not the first Sebastian he showed dislike to.
A certain butler could agree to this, one who had the name.
"What a dark way to look at it." Ciel murmured, as if he was much better with making conversations turn dark. "You smell like smoke, by the way. Speaking of breathing and air and such." Ciel turned his head to Sebastian.
Ciel went to speak to Daniel, but the smell of Sebastian's cigarette smoke caught him off-guard and he forgot what he was going to say. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to his nose, a discreet glare towards Sebastian's direction.
Funnily enough, this was not the first Sebastian he showed dislike to.
A certain butler could agree to this, one who had the name.
"What a dark way to look at it." Ciel murmured, as if he was much better with making conversations turn dark. "You smell like smoke, by the way. Speaking of breathing and air and such." Ciel turned his head to Sebastian.
“Is that a racial comment? Are you saying I was out there making smoke signals or something?” Bastian didn’t break his recline, though his eyes narrowed challengingly. The smirk on his mouth made it a lot less serious though.
Carrie cleared her throat.
“Sebastian, shut up,” she said, about as politely as a gal could tell someone to close their mouth. The southern drawl helped ease the edge.
He laughed and removed his hands from behind his head, holding them up in surrender.
“Just a joke, don’t nobody else loose their heads.” He muttered, then leaned forward in his chair and began piling steaming food items onto his provided plate.
Carrie cleared her throat.
“Sebastian, shut up,” she said, about as politely as a gal could tell someone to close their mouth. The southern drawl helped ease the edge.
He laughed and removed his hands from behind his head, holding them up in surrender.
“Just a joke, don’t nobody else loose their heads.” He muttered, then leaned forward in his chair and began piling steaming food items onto his provided plate.
Carrie Mae Vance (played by TheLittleWitch)
Topic Starter
Human Resources for F.C.
March 28 2024
5:19pm
“You’ll learn to ignore Mr. Quint,” Carrie assured, turning her blue gaze back to Ciel. “So! I’ve heard some about you, Ciel. Is it true that you keep company with the Queen herself, or was Danny boy pullin’ my leg?” She shot an amused glance over at Daniel.
Ciel rolled his eyes, or rather the one that was visible anyway, at the joke. He turned his head to look at Carrie. "He certainly was not." Ciel gave a smirk, "It is true I work for Her Majesty. I was sent to help with the repairs of this place." He stated, "I helped fix a few places up in the past, so it makes sense that she would send me for this project too." Ciel took another sip of the wine and set it on the table, before leaning forward on the table. "I also run a toy company. I'm the head of it. Family business." Ciel propped his chin on the backs of his hands, his elbows propped on the table. "I'm the only Phantomhive left to run it, I'm afraid."
Vivienne retraces the route she'd taken to get back to her room, but turns off before reaching the kitchens to head into the dining hall.
Being late to the meal feels more than a bit awkward, so she tries to just head to an open chair about half way along the table without drawing attention, hoping that conversation will keep people occupied while she sits and tries to fit in. Seeing the more formal clothing around the head of the table, even if it doesn't extend all the way down to the others, also gives her the weird-to-her feeling of being under-dressed. Normally how other people dress has no impact on her own clothing choices, but the effortless charisma and easy wearing of more sophisticated outfits by Mr. Fischer, Carrie Mae, and an eyepatch-wearing someone she doesn't recognize makes her feel like a bare midriff won't exactly pass muster or help her not stick out weirdly.
She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment to drive those worries out of her head, she isn't going to start caring about non comfort-and-practicality aspects of clothing now, and instead works on getting to the eating part of the meal. Food, food she cares about, and just by the smells she knows that what all is on offer here is excellent. She doesn't try to jump into the conversation, but does sit twisted enough to be passively keeping her attention toward the head of the table and braces herself to respond if spoken to.
Being late to the meal feels more than a bit awkward, so she tries to just head to an open chair about half way along the table without drawing attention, hoping that conversation will keep people occupied while she sits and tries to fit in. Seeing the more formal clothing around the head of the table, even if it doesn't extend all the way down to the others, also gives her the weird-to-her feeling of being under-dressed. Normally how other people dress has no impact on her own clothing choices, but the effortless charisma and easy wearing of more sophisticated outfits by Mr. Fischer, Carrie Mae, and an eyepatch-wearing someone she doesn't recognize makes her feel like a bare midriff won't exactly pass muster or help her not stick out weirdly.
She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment to drive those worries out of her head, she isn't going to start caring about non comfort-and-practicality aspects of clothing now, and instead works on getting to the eating part of the meal. Food, food she cares about, and just by the smells she knows that what all is on offer here is excellent. She doesn't try to jump into the conversation, but does sit twisted enough to be passively keeping her attention toward the head of the table and braces herself to respond if spoken to.
Carrie Mae Vance (played by TheLittleWitch)
Topic Starter
Human Resources for F.C.
March 29 2024
3:15pm
“That is so excitin’! Do you think I’ll get to meet her?” Carrie asked with a wide grin, then playfully waved the question away like a fly. “Second thought, be a doll an’ don’t answer that! I want t’live in my land of make-believe, I insist on it in fact!”
The bubbly blonde was in the process of pouring another splash of wine into her own glass when her head bobbed up with thrilled surprise. “A toy company?” She repeated with honey glazed glee and raised eyebrows. She carefully set down the crystalline wine bottle and brought her hands to her heart, in a way that seemed theatric but at the same time completely natural coming from her. “Oh my god, that’s just precious! How quaint! I love that. What kinds of toys do ya’ll make?”
She truly did feel genuinely intrigued by the work, it seemed so nice and wholesome. Like Santa’s workshop!
Carrie, in this moment, was the other side of Vivienne’s coin. Under the wash of warm, golden light and amongst the clinking of cutlery and the jovial din of people, Carrie was in her element. She had this very strange feeling in the back of her mind like she was on some stage show set, being viewed by some live audience she couldn’t see from her position, and she felt like she was playing her part to everyone’s satisfaction.
The bubbly blonde was in the process of pouring another splash of wine into her own glass when her head bobbed up with thrilled surprise. “A toy company?” She repeated with honey glazed glee and raised eyebrows. She carefully set down the crystalline wine bottle and brought her hands to her heart, in a way that seemed theatric but at the same time completely natural coming from her. “Oh my god, that’s just precious! How quaint! I love that. What kinds of toys do ya’ll make?”
She truly did feel genuinely intrigued by the work, it seemed so nice and wholesome. Like Santa’s workshop!
Carrie, in this moment, was the other side of Vivienne’s coin. Under the wash of warm, golden light and amongst the clinking of cutlery and the jovial din of people, Carrie was in her element. She had this very strange feeling in the back of her mind like she was on some stage show set, being viewed by some live audience she couldn’t see from her position, and she felt like she was playing her part to everyone’s satisfaction.
Sebastian glanced up from cutting his ham chunk, movement catching his eye. He wasn’t yet in the habit of not following the peripheral movements by natural reaction - though he was trying to train himself, at least while he was residing here.
He smirked immediately, a snarky and impish look. He kept his face turned down towards his plate for the time being.
“I thought you’d get lost,” Bastian remarked casually to Victi. “You clean up nice, for a dork.” He sliced off a piece of the pink, sweet meat and took a bite. “Did you find any skeletons in the closet?” He asked as he looked across the table for a liquid that would resemble whisky.
He smirked immediately, a snarky and impish look. He kept his face turned down towards his plate for the time being.
“I thought you’d get lost,” Bastian remarked casually to Victi. “You clean up nice, for a dork.” He sliced off a piece of the pink, sweet meat and took a bite. “Did you find any skeletons in the closet?” He asked as he looked across the table for a liquid that would resemble whisky.
Daniel was sitting back in his chair, of course not in the same fashion Sebastian had been reclining in his, but in a way a regal king would lounge against his throne as he spectated his peasants. He looked down the formidable length of table, watched the people eating and chatting with each other. His people, here for his project. He and his had brought all these folks together, to sit around this magnificent table in this ravishing manor home like a true family would.
He smiled, a lovely and handsome look. It felt pleasantly powerful to be at the head of this grand gathering.
He looked over to Ciel. “Ah, Carrie Mae will have you going on all night about trinkets and toys,” the man teased, and another look exchanged between him and the blonde spoke of good nature and humor. “Why don’t you tell me a little about what your first official plan of action will be now that you’re here and all settled in? Is there anything I can help facilitate?” Daniel asked of Ciel, while he served himself a piece of the sizzling salmon and some mashed potatoes.
He smiled, a lovely and handsome look. It felt pleasantly powerful to be at the head of this grand gathering.
He looked over to Ciel. “Ah, Carrie Mae will have you going on all night about trinkets and toys,” the man teased, and another look exchanged between him and the blonde spoke of good nature and humor. “Why don’t you tell me a little about what your first official plan of action will be now that you’re here and all settled in? Is there anything I can help facilitate?” Daniel asked of Ciel, while he served himself a piece of the sizzling salmon and some mashed potatoes.
Ciel was pleased to have been asked the question, as he was prideful of his work. "We have a variety of them, actually. Board games, tops, y'name it, but we specialize specifically on a series of plush rabbits known as Bitter Rabbits. Our best seller, in-fact." He explained to Carrie. "I have a few pictures of them in my.. huh.." Ciel went to reach into his pocket, but found nothing inside them. "Must have left them in my room." He murmured and looked back up from his pocket.
He focused his attention to Daniel next. "I think the most important plan so far is to clean the place. Dust the shelves, mop the floors, wash the curtains. Then we could move on to the actual repairs, such as holes in the floor, shattered windows." Ciel tapped his fingers on the table, the light occasionally hitting his blue and silver ring. "Doing repairs in such a nasty environment would take longer and would make more work have to be done in the long run."
Ciel noticed a dish with the sugared fruits, and couldn't resist grabbing a few. Sugar was one of his favorite things, in-fact, he was often noted to have the scent of Earl Grey tea and chocolate cake, and while the cake smell wasn't present today, the Earl Grey tea scent was, it was probably stuck in his clothing, if even possible.
He focused his attention to Daniel next. "I think the most important plan so far is to clean the place. Dust the shelves, mop the floors, wash the curtains. Then we could move on to the actual repairs, such as holes in the floor, shattered windows." Ciel tapped his fingers on the table, the light occasionally hitting his blue and silver ring. "Doing repairs in such a nasty environment would take longer and would make more work have to be done in the long run."
Ciel noticed a dish with the sugared fruits, and couldn't resist grabbing a few. Sugar was one of his favorite things, in-fact, he was often noted to have the scent of Earl Grey tea and chocolate cake, and while the cake smell wasn't present today, the Earl Grey tea scent was, it was probably stuck in his clothing, if even possible.
Sebastian Quint wrote:
Sebastian glanced up from cutting his ham chunk, movement catching his eye. He wasn’t yet in the habit of not following the peripheral movements by natural reaction - though he was trying to train himself, at least while he was residing here.
He smirked immediately, a snarky and impish look. He kept his face turned down towards his plate for the time being.
“I thought you’d get lost,” Bastian remarked casually to Victi. “You clean up nice, for a dork.” He sliced off a piece of the pink, sweet meat and took a bite. “Did you find any skeletons in the closet?” He asked as he looked across the table for a liquid that would resemble whisky.
He smirked immediately, a snarky and impish look. He kept his face turned down towards his plate for the time being.
“I thought you’d get lost,” Bastian remarked casually to Victi. “You clean up nice, for a dork.” He sliced off a piece of the pink, sweet meat and took a bite. “Did you find any skeletons in the closet?” He asked as he looked across the table for a liquid that would resemble whisky.
Vivienne sighs and casts an annoyed look Sebastian's way. "Bold of you to assume that I get lost easily.," she quips back with an eye roll, "My sense of direction and pattern recognition are solid, thanks. Anyway, someone's cat got stuck in my room for a bit and I had some stuff to prep for actually getting to work tomorrow, so THAT all took time."
She focuses on eating for a bit. She's hungry, obviously, but also stressed from the social situation and not sure how to engage with the comment on her current set of clothes. Food keeps things comparably simple, and helps ground her for a moment. After taking a few decadent bites she continues snarkily, "Anyway, skeletons are someone else's problem as long as they're quiet and don't move, generally."
Her gaze flits around the table as the gets back to tearing into her salmon. She can't help but feel like this isn't the first time this scene has played out. Not in a literal sense, of course, but in that this type of gathering with these types of people is a familiar event to the house. The ambitious would-be lord, the loyal follower enamored by the leader and his ambitions here, those looking to fulfill their fantasies, and those who are here to serve in luxury while acting indifferent to it. A smirk crosses her lips as she wonders, And if that's right, I wonder how this place sees me. I guess I'll find out...
Carrie Mae Vance (played by TheLittleWitch)
Topic Starter
Human Resources for F.C.
April 1 2024
2:01pm
“I will be asking about your Bitter Rabbits later, you can count on that!” Carrie promised with a swift wink. While she filled a small bowl with decadent salad, she glanced across the silken table runner and lush floral arrangements, at the silver and blue ring adorning Ciel’s finger. The gal had an eye for such pretty things.
She allowed Daniel to thieve Ciel’s attention, instead turning her’s towards the spread of the table. She took another sip of wine as she looked over the employee faces, and the empty chairs. She thought of who was there and who was missing. A warmth spread from her core towards her limbs and the tips of her fingers, compliments of the alcohol.
Her charmingly blue eyes rested on Vivienne and she smiled widely. “Vivienne! I’m glad you could join us! How did things go? I assume ‘Bastian served as a decent enough guide?” She poked her fork into the crisp leaves of lettuce without glancing Sebastian’s way. “Were you able to get into the basement? What was it - radon testing?” Carrie asked, recalling the conversation they’d had earlier. She did not know much about the subject herself, but she was a good and thorough listener.
She allowed Daniel to thieve Ciel’s attention, instead turning her’s towards the spread of the table. She took another sip of wine as she looked over the employee faces, and the empty chairs. She thought of who was there and who was missing. A warmth spread from her core towards her limbs and the tips of her fingers, compliments of the alcohol.
Her charmingly blue eyes rested on Vivienne and she smiled widely. “Vivienne! I’m glad you could join us! How did things go? I assume ‘Bastian served as a decent enough guide?” She poked her fork into the crisp leaves of lettuce without glancing Sebastian’s way. “Were you able to get into the basement? What was it - radon testing?” Carrie asked, recalling the conversation they’d had earlier. She did not know much about the subject herself, but she was a good and thorough listener.
Daniel nodded thoughtfully. In his mind's eye were calendar views, schedules, clientele to greet, employees to meet and hire. “Monday, like Carrie had mentioned, there will be a local cleaning crew in at around seven that morning. I’d appreciate it if you would coordinate with Carrie, perhaps oversee that portion? Make sure the cleaning preparations are satisfactory for repairs and renovations? I trust you with it, and with the crew, you should have the manpower.”
“In the meantime before Monday, there are a few members of our own housekeeping staff that have arrived so far. Please feel free to rally the troops and do any pre-cursery work you see fit.” Daniel insisted, casting his eyes towards his plate while he cut another polite bite of ham. “On Thursday, there will be equipment shipped up to begin the draining of that bog out front. And to my knowledge, different employees for different portions of the project will be filtering in and out.” The ham was juicy and sweet, it distracted him momentarily.
“Ah,” he remembered, “speciality commercial pool cleaners will be in Tuesday by noon, I’d like to get that pool functioning as soon as possible.”
“In the meantime before Monday, there are a few members of our own housekeeping staff that have arrived so far. Please feel free to rally the troops and do any pre-cursery work you see fit.” Daniel insisted, casting his eyes towards his plate while he cut another polite bite of ham. “On Thursday, there will be equipment shipped up to begin the draining of that bog out front. And to my knowledge, different employees for different portions of the project will be filtering in and out.” The ham was juicy and sweet, it distracted him momentarily.
“Ah,” he remembered, “speciality commercial pool cleaners will be in Tuesday by noon, I’d like to get that pool functioning as soon as possible.”
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Her charmingly blue eyes rested on Vivienne and she smiled widely. “Vivienne! I’m glad you could join us! How did things go? I assume ‘Bastian served as a decent enough guide?” She poked her fork into the crisp leaves of lettuce without glancing Sebastian’s way. “Were you able to get into the basement? What was it - radon testing?” Carrie asked, recalling the conversation they’d had earlier. She did not know much about the subject herself, but she was a good and thorough listener.
Vivienne's head snaps toward Carrie as the spook-hunter gets slightly startled out of her contemplation. She quickly focuses on answering the questions, though, and generally giving a quick pre-debrief. That part, she feels ready for. "Yeah, went fine, fine enough at least," she says. At least her tone manages to be more business casual than the rest of her. "I've set up a couple sensors down in the basement to check air quality in a couple different ways and filter out some possibilities and variables, more or less. I'll have some boxes to check off one way or the other in a couple hours, and possibly more checks and more poking around as a result, depending." Her hands are in motion as she talks, making small gestures and pointing her fork at entries on a mental list of points to bring up.
"We ran into a couple... minor concerns in the library and the basement which I'd like to discuss with you later, too," she adds after another bite of fish-flesh, fork drawing a circle over her plate as she talks "Point some things out, get some clarification, make sure we're both aware of things and that they're set up as intended or that they will be once you know, that kind of thing. Quick biz, hopefully, but important."
Ciel murmured a few things under his breath unclear after Daniel explained. "I think I could coordinate." Ciel tapped his fingers on the table, he glanced at the sugared fruit again, tempted to grab yet another.
The boy reached into his pocket and grabbed a notepad, proceeding to note down the things Daniel told him. Monday, Carrie's cleaning crew, Thursday, equipment, Tuesday, pool cleaning, before Monday, housekeeping staff. Ciel glanced up, putting the notepad and pen back into his pocket and grabbed another sugared grape. "I have it all noted down, Fischer." Ciel smiled, before eating the grape he had grabbed.
"As I said, and you have confirmed, there's a lot of work to be done. And cleaning is definitely the most important as of now." Ciel said, leaning a bit back into his seat.
The boy reached into his pocket and grabbed a notepad, proceeding to note down the things Daniel told him. Monday, Carrie's cleaning crew, Thursday, equipment, Tuesday, pool cleaning, before Monday, housekeeping staff. Ciel glanced up, putting the notepad and pen back into his pocket and grabbed another sugared grape. "I have it all noted down, Fischer." Ciel smiled, before eating the grape he had grabbed.
"As I said, and you have confirmed, there's a lot of work to be done. And cleaning is definitely the most important as of now." Ciel said, leaning a bit back into his seat.
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