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[hops]

OOC: http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149120.0
Mythweaver: http://www.myth-weavers.com/game.php?&g=22681

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    Gamedragon - Betrayed Gang Member - Ulgurk
    Tack - Bandaged War Veteran - John McKillan
    kj1225 - Connected Irish Zailor - Connall Murphy
    Tiruin - Soldier-Diplomat - Josephine Baptiste
    AlleeCat - Lady Tinker - Kaitlyn Smithee
    Sergius - Gentleman of Leisure - Sir Charles Groovington
    Liber celi - Rubbery Multi-smith - Flrrrbth

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    flame99 - Amnesiac with a sadistic streak - Jonathan Pendle



It is a balmy day in London. The fungi are in full bloom in False-summer (Aspect: False-Summer), spreading their noxious spores throughout the Neath. Citizens go about their business in the crowded streets of Watchmaker's Hill, while toys and figurines leered with freakish grins out of the shops' windows. A costermonger is hawking her Spore-allergy antidotes, shouting at the top of her lungs to passerby.

Looming incongruous in the midst of the ramshackle shops, the Department of Menace Eradication is a handsome building. A long line of stoic rat-catchers waited with their smelling sacks of rat corpses, while some monster hunters exited the building with pouches of rostygold.

There were always work to be done in the Department, and London is a city full of enemies and menaces. Eradication Officers are scarce and did not often return from their assignment, nor did the monster hunters who came at a higher cost. To address this, the Department of Menace Eradication had posted a notice hiring dedicated monster hunters to assist with the workload.

In the crowd, a few men, women, and misshapen monstrosities glanced around, seeing some familiar faces and strangers, attempting to evaluate who will become their new colleagues.

[AlleeCat]

"Hey, Connell! Look here! You were talking about how you needed a job, right?" Kate points at the "Help Wanted" poster and reads it over. "This'd be perfect!"

[flame99]

Jonathan Pendle had seen the poster, and decided it was to his liking. He was running dreadfully low on supplies, after all. And laudanum, though he tried to stave the tantalizing thought of forgetting the events that plagued him from his mind. And so he decided, he'd become an Eradication Officer, at least for the while. It was up his alley; combat, monstrosities...A shame it involved the muck of the swamps, but you can't have everything, at least not for a price.

[Tack]

McKillan stands in the middle of the crowd, staring at nothing, unaware of even what all of the commotion is about.
He likes crowds.

[kj1225]

Conall looks over the poster before nodding.
"Yeah, this looks lioke a job that's exactly my speed."

[AlleeCat]

"I'll apply too! C'mon!" Kate runs in and slaps the poster down on the front desk, "Hello! My name is Kaitlyn Smithee, I'm applying for this position!"

[kj1225]

Conall follows in after at a much more subdued pace than his female friend. He walks over to stand next to her before raising a hand in a sort of half wave before speaking.
"I'd like to apply too."

[flame99]

"Ah, me as well."
Pendle slid next to the two already at the desk. He also quickly looked over Conall and Katy, and addressed them.
"Given we may or may not be working together shortly, perhaps some introductions are due. I would be Jonathan Pendle, former inmate, future archaeologist, shortly a current Eradication Officer as you can plainly see, and a bit lacking on memories. And you?"

[Sergius]

Hardly a worthy occupation of a man of his social standing, Sir Groovington was nonetheless looking for activities that would distract him from his usual circles. He had made a few people angry, people who didn't like him trying to, ahem, "court" their fiancees.

"Ah, yes, this looks to be a perfect hobby to take for a few weeks", he told no-one in particular. He straightened his top hat, put his fine watch back in its pocket, and adjusted his suit before going inside the ME offices to apply for a job or two.

[Emma]

Ulgurk didn't like the Rattus. The Department of Eradication didn't like the Rattus. He decided, that this would be a perfect fit. Unfortunately a lot of other people who must have hated the Rattus as well were already waiting to be signed up, Ulgurk didn't like people. He did, however, know that sometimes one has to do things that one would rather not do and so he pushed his way through the crowd and into the slightly less crowded offices.

[hops]

We're waiting on Tiruin.

[Tiruin]

Josephine took note of the fine print (of which there was little in between) and the reactions of the rest beside her--she was on a rather curious expedition from the surface, into the Neath, and seeing the many hands and ayes being raised, the decision of joining up seemed much like an opportunistic first-hand experience, in something that seemed so simple.

She wondered how the rats were down here as she moved to 'assist the workload'.

[hops]

GM POST

"Ah! Splendid! We do need all the help we can get... if you would but wait for a moment..." the Grinning Functionary raised his hand to stop Kate for a moment as he handed a pouch full of rostygolds to a Cat's Claw in their traditional tribal armor, who glanced at the gathering group with an amused smile before disappearing into the crowd. He finished filling the report forms on his desk and tucked it neatly under a file before turning to regard the six. "The filthy pests of London, they are surely vexing. The rats are the worst of them all. If you would please read these agreements and sign them, we can get you started immediately. Of course, it would be most appreciated if you could refer one more associate here. We only hire in clutches of 7 Officers." "

He leaned in conspiratorially as he said sardonically, "It's surely not a useless superstition left from the old days."



He handed each of the applicants a letter-sized paper form which smell faintly of maple syrup.

[flame99]

Jonathan Pendle quickly fills out his form before surveying the crowd, looking for likely candidates. By chance, his eyes happened upon John McKillan. He rushed into the throng, grabbed the unfortunate veteran by the arm, and towed him over to the desk.
"This way, please. This way. Sign these, if you would; don't bother reading them, I'm sure you'd find it dreadfully dull."

[kj1225]

Conall bereifly skims the paper before signing it. Not like his partner would read it through either.