Id Dolushletmos looked at what was now her domain. It seemed to have some sort of curse with overseers.
(OOC: I’m afraid something’s a little off with the texture pack. I hope none of you mind)
As best she could work out, from somewhat confused reports of bystanders, the
first thing she’d have to deal with was a murder.
It was a well-known story. Someone was unhappy, threw a tantrum, and when they happened to be a well-trained soldier, (Rovod Romekletmos, Elite Marksdwarf on this occasion) someone was killed. Other people then saw the crime and were too busy panicking about it to actually tell anyone.
A great deal of help
they were. Id Dolushletmos wasn’t much good with corpses either. She was sure justice could wait for someone to report what they saw, rather than her having to deal with it.
“This will
not do. I am the
queen and you’re telling me the
outpost liaison has a better room than me?”
Id guessed that this was the next item on the agenda.
When Queen Libash was angry, she made it painfully obvious to anyone nearby.
“And will someone
please do something about all these pigs!”
She ordered the miners to begin preparing a new suite for the queen. Anything for a quiet life. Possibly somewhere out of the way.
Behind the bucket stockpile looked good. Seriously, though, there were a lot of buckets. Between that stockpile and others, they had… (She had to ask Drazoth, the bookkeeper, for this) 203 buckets. Hers not to reason why...
It turned out that as overseer she had access to various “plans” (in the loosest sense of the word) which she’d never known about before. There was a lever annotated “Total Safety Project”, turned on. Id thought it best to leave it like that.
She also saw a large room looking like a dining room, but with only two tables in it. There were also some seeming gaps where chairs should be. She ordered the gaps filled and every table in stockpiles placed there, then ordered more chairs built. This job was beginning to feel stressful.
Id recoiled briefly from someone she passed. She looked how someone might if they were attacked by a horde of angry belt sanders and then dropped from a five-storey building. She turned out to be Frankensteen, Minister of Art and Culture. Her appearance seemed somehow apt. (OOC: anyone have
any idea what happened to her?)
Id wanted some gold statues for the queen’s new residences, and it turned out that someone had ordered 15 gold chains, for reasons unknown. 12 had been built, so Id assumed that whatever purpose there was, there were probably enough by now and had the order rescinded.
There
were too many pigs. Id ordered the majority slaughtered. Terrible, smelly things. They were just as bad dead, but someone else could deal with that.
Hang on; traders! They’d been here the whole time, but there’d been enough else to do that Id hadn’t noticed them until now. She’d send the broker over to see what they had to sell…
Hmmm...
Then she began receiving reports of crundle attacks in the caverns. A mason, Inod Zonzas, had wandered into the caverns for reasons unfathomable by any sentient being. There, crundles had set upon him and he was about to pass out from blood loss.
There was also, for some reason, a tunnel being dug towards him by a lone miner. Id had no idea what that was for, but decided that someone must have had a reason for it, so let it happen.
A spear was named. Id felt nothing else needed be said about this event.
Work finally began on the queen’s new quarters.
Mandates to fulfil, nobles to please, masons to save, madnesses to remedy, pigs to slaughter, Rovod attacking a sleeping butler; Id just wished to finally get to sleep as 28 Limestone slid slowly into 1 Sandstone, and her first day as overseer of Doomforests came to an end.
OOC: This is a little hectic. I’m getting 4-6FPS, so this could take a while, but I’ll just run it while doing other things and hope nothing
too urgent happens.
On a rather more important note, you people are
utterly insane. The only way I know of finding somewhere is hoping it’s near one of the hotkey locations. There are enough abandoned areas that I feel we could lose all the places where anyone actually goes and still have a functioning fort.
I’ll admit I’m rather enjoying this.
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