[The Withering Rose] Withering Hope (Fallacy)

[Cosette Merryweather]

1st of Winter of 512 A.V. Velvet curtains? Shady late evening trysts and the hushed voices between roses of every variety decorating tables hidden from each other by intention or accident? Even Cosette with her love of beautiful exotic things found this a touch too weird and the place too... pretentious. But who was she to criticize what amounted to a successful formula for business? If this place existed for as long as her sources said it had then it was clearly doing something right. Just because it didn't sit well with her didn't mean it wasn't going to become a welcoming work environment... But finding someone to talk to was going to be an issue. She had to exercise caution, put her best foot forward so to speak. She needed a job and that work hours here started long after sunset meant that there were fewer chances for anyone to discover what they shouldn't. Her secret was something she would hide beneath a layer of make-up and the slight glamor afforded to her by her ability in manipulating her flesh through generous but skillful application of morphing. As soon as she caught herself alone with an employee she would introduce herself, politely as she could. "Good evening, I'm new to the city and... I'm looking for employment, I have some skill in the kitchen and some good people pointed me in this direction..." though all the good that did her when the very streets rearranged itself with every turn she took. "...I hope I wasn't too forthcoming, I just really need a job right now."

[Fallacy]

Raenah had been watching the patron ever since she walked in. She was acting strangely, and didnt even take a seat at one of the tables. Was she lost? The woman could only wonder, but this was not the Sanity Center. This was a place of business, of drinks and food and a good time, possibly. When one of the staff had been stopped by Cosette, Raenah approached the two. The server had not been prepared for what Cosette was asking, but luckily Raenah made her appearance. She smiled at the new person, "Employment?" she asked licking her lips, the darker air that hung about the place was especially thick around the Roses owner, "Why should I hire you?" she asked bluntly, motioning for Cosette to follow her to table. Taking a seat she motioned for the nuit to do the same. The rose at the center of the table was white. "You mentioned that you have some skill in cooking?" she asked, interested to hear if this new comer could sell herself, "And you are new to Alvadas." she noted out loud, "How long have you been here?" she asked trying not to make anything too serious. Though she also didnt want to waste a lot of time on this girl, she had a business to overlook. Luckily for Cosette though it wasnt particularly busy tonight.

[Cosette Merryweather]

"Because I can work for very long hours and I'm not new to a waitress' work. I used to work in a restaurant in Syliras and I've plenty experience dealing with the worst sort of customers." this Cosette had no problem in claiming, she was confident in her ability as a waitress and for someone who often sold herself short, that she believed she was good at something meant volumes about her ability in that field. "I only moved here because of a death in the family," kind of true... given that she'd died. "The circumstances are difficult to explain but that's besides the point ma'am, I'm sure you do not have time to idle and I intend not to waste your attention. I am certain can prove my worth if I'm given the opportunity." "Yes, I received a few season's worth of training from a chef though I sincerely believe I still need some work to reach the competency of a professional. What I lack in specialization however, I make up for in variety. Syliras, being a trade hub, meant that I was able to learn recipes from the region and beyond and I can prepare those if I am asked to do so." she kept her steady gaze on the woman's forehead, to create the illusion that she was not looking past the owner of the establishment and at the same time, to prevent herself from becoming too nervous as she might have become if she delved into the person's orbs. "It may be advantageous for your business if some customer from some other region wishes to partake of something with a... familiar taste." "Just a day... is this a problem ma'am?"