Location [Alvadas Location] The Sanity Center

[Fallacy]

Sinoa The woman watched the small pycon with interest as he explained his reason for being here. She nodded, noting the last question, "I am Serenity." she introduced herself, but other than that made no other small talk. She began sifting through various papers, opening drawers, just seeming to be looking for the right papers. Finding one that satisfied her, she pulled out a couple documents, "We have two properties right now suitable for a pycon like yourself. The first one Ill give you the key for one hundred and fifty gold miza. It is a simple little thing that looks like a common cottage you see here in Alvadas, only scaled down to size for you little people." she said in a cheery voice. "The second one is sold for four hundred gold miza," she said, reading off the document she had produced, "and its a little fancier. Has two floors, and nicer furnishings. Its complete with a bedroom, living area, eating area, and bathroom. There is even a balcony attached to the second floor." she gave him the facts, not trying to specifically sell either one. It was his choice, and she didnt need to pressure him into buying either model. He had a need and Alvadas has a solution. He would buy, and miza will come. "As for a job.." she broke off in her sentence, "You could be a performer on the streets of Alvadas. There is quite the competition, but from competition comes different styles. You can make quite a bit of money if you are skilled and well liked. Though it will be a tough climb to the top." she told him. House 1- 150 GM : With the creation of the unique being known as the Pycon, an industrious individual decided to capitalize on the event by crafting a home sized appropriately. These little homes look like toys or miniature replicas of full-sized buildings. Known as dollhouses due to their size being relative to a child's toy, the simple home looks just like a tiny, single room cottage. It comes with a set of simple furniture sized for pycon. Though small, even the simple dollhouse is rather expensive due to craftsmanship required to make something so small with any detail. These homes are almost always made from wood. House 2- 400 GM : Like the simple dollhouse, this tiny structure is suited for pycons. The elaborate dollhouse however looks like the home of a well-to-do individual, just much smaller. It has two stories with a bedroom, living area, eating area and bathroom. There is even a tiny balcony on the second floor. It comes complete with basic furnishings for each room/area all sized appropriately for a pycon. They are very difficult to construct thus finding them is much more difficult and they are much more expensive than the simple house.

[Artur]

Winter 12, 512 AV Arriving inside the Sanity Center Artur could finally begin to relax, though the anxiety of talking with his first outsider still clung to his stomach; making the bear feel the need to eat. When he came up to the desk the lady appeared to be busy with something, whether it was important or not Artur didn't know. He knew little of this place yet the rest of the world. She didn't seem to notice he was there, so after waiting a few bells patiently to be recognized; he cleared his throat lowly to hopefully draw her attention. When she didn't seem to react it was clear to him that he wasn't being loud enough. This time he would get her attention, he would politely do so of course. "Um. Excuse me."

[Sinoa]

Sinoa listened carefully to the information the women was presenting him. He though it would be wise to purchase the cheaper of the two houses because he was currently poor and didn't know when more money would be coming his way. The job Serenity proposed sounded good to Sinoa he liked challenges.
"hey serenity, pleased to meet you!" he smiled and then continued "I would like the smaller cottage if thats okay I have the mizas right here" he rummaged through his bag eventually pulling out the correct about of mizas and handed it to serenity.
"I like the idea of being a performer if sounds fun, Thanks for your time I appreciate the help."
he took the key from Serenity and was on his way.

[Licearsvansan]

. . ......... My journey is my destination. . . . .

Winter 513, the 21st

Svan walked into the only sane building in all of Aldavas. Face cloaked by his hood, he glanced over to the sole worker of the Sanity center. Perhaps 'sane' was a bit too strong a word, but having already been in the city for roughly twenty days a psychopath would have seemed like a pretty stable guy to Svan right now. Svan strided over to the desk and eyed the woman behind the it. She seemed about ready to snap at any moment. In fact, she might have done so already. The snake let out a sigh, Perfect, I get to walk on eggshells again. His gaze rested on the woman's face, and he spoke as calmly as he could muster, Hello (crazy), my name is Svan, and I'm looking for employment in a mercenary sort of job. Do you think you could spare a moment (from your maddness) to help me? I have taken up residence in this city until the end of spring, though I suspect to be gone for three weeks sometime after the 30th" Svan let a few words go unspoken. After all, it was best not to anger the person whom you wanted to give you a dangerous job. The last thing Svan would want would be to be sent off on a suicide mission.

The dhani stood straight, and drew back the cloak a little so that the woman could get a better view of him. He wasn't all too impressive. While Svan's body was laced tight with muscle, it didn't show very well through his thick clothing, and instead it gave him the apprearence of a man who would benifit from a thick steak or two. Svan let his voice grow more commanding in an attempt to make up for his uninspireing body, "I am no professional fighter, but I assure you that if given a task, I will complete it. Just so long as the reward meets the work that is." To emphasize his point, the dhani patted the blade at his side. He knew that boasting might land him a dangerous job, but felt no fear in doing so. After all, he had been dancing with Dira since the day he left the nest. Why stop now?

[Whimsy]

Svan

Serenity glanced up from the pile of papers scattered over her cramped little desk. There seemed to be no logic or order to the organisation within the office of the Sanity Center, but it had a decidedly Alvadas feel to it. Any visitor to the city would slowly become as frazzled by the shifting streets as Serenity herself was. Serenity navigated the papers with a practiced ease, able to find what she was looking for with barely a second glance.

"Hello there," Serenity huffed, looking up beneath a bird's nest of ginger hair. "Serenity." Yet another fighter looking for glory. She hmm'ed, carefully looking over the Dhani's body, listening to his requests. At least he wasn't asking about the nearest tavern just yet.

"A fighter? Can you use the sword well?" Standing from her seat, Svan would see that she was little, diminutive, and that the burden of the Sanity Center was just a little too much for Serenity. "I have mercenary jobs available. They're all commission based. But you'll need to tell me your skills, first. Your interests. What you're good at. What you are terrible at. That sort of thing." Serenity waited, tapping her foot, looking harried as ever.
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[Whimsy]

Artur

Papers. So many papers everywhere. Serenity tried and tried to keep the Sanity Center as neat and reassuring as possible, in the twisting, turning streets of Alvadas. Brushing her frazzled hair behind her ears, which didn't help one bit of her appearance, she rifled through papers that lined the desk, looking for the one that she needed. So much organisation. She really needed to think about taking someone new on.

She didn't noticed the chubby bearded young man that stood before her, clearing his throat with not an ounce of grace, all awkwardness and uncomfortability. The rustling of the papers was too loud for Serenity to hear. She needed to find this one, and she needed to find it soon.

"Gah!" she cried, knocking over the papers from the overflowing desk to the floor, her hand coming up to her chest. "Shyke, you startled me." Taking a moment to breathe, she tried to find some serenity within herself to deal with this patron, but alas, her name seemed to be all she had. "Hello there. What can I do for you?" While waiting for a response, she bent down and started gathering up the fallen places, all out of order - and not one of them the paper she had been looking for in the first place.

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[Licearsvansan]

What was Svan good at? How does one tell that his fighting ability lies entirely in raw ingenuity and property damage without sounding like a delinquent? "My talents lie in my cunning and resourcefulness in battle. If my skill with a blade or my fists isn't enough to win I simply aproach the fight from a different way." A textbook answer. "After all, everyone has some sort of weakness that can be exploited." Svan smiled charmingly. The last thing he needed was for miss-screw-loose to think that Svan was trying to manipulate her. "As for my weaknesses... Svan hesitated, I don't have as much skill with my blade as I would prefer, and I'm afraid to say that I have no official training in a martial art." Instead of looking defeated, Svan simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Not that it ever really matters. Theres always more than one way to crack an egg, and if my skill with a sword doesn't cut it, something else will." Svan grinned widely. He was the kind of person who would drop a house to crack an egg, but there was no need for her to know that. "As for the kind of job I'm interested in..." He considered the kinds of jobs he excelled at, but found trouble finding any one field of merc work that he was particularly skilled in. "I'd prefer jobs where I can have time to draw up a plan before charging into battle with sword drawn. If ambushing is involved, I want to be the one doing it, not the other way around. And while jobs like Xanthian hunting sound like good pay, I will probably have trouble collecting my money if I'm dead. Something like dealing with a thug or escorting someone would probably be better for me."

Behind his back Svan crossed his fingers. He was doing his best to encourage her to give him a good job, while trying to avoid one where his pay would be used to give him a burial.

[Artur]

"Gah!" Papers flew as the bear jumped out of his skin, eyes filled with nervousness as she too looked surprised. "Shyke, you startled me." "Believe me miss, you got the best of me as I did you." He admitted with a gulp. "Hello there. What can I do for you?" She finally managed to ask after taking a few chimes to catch her breath, then went to pick up the mess that had been made. "I'm uh, looking for a home I can temporarily stay in... and I'm also wanting a to make food if possible." He did his best not to stutter as he bent down to help the lady, from what he knew it must be a way of greeting or a polite way to converse.

[Ceruna]

64th of Winter, 512 AV The moment Ceruna went through the hole in wall she ready to be bombarded with noise and smelly humans. But, to her surprise, it was completely quiet and she couldn't see nor hear anyone. There were streets and streets of unwelcoming-looking houses, but her gaze seemed to be pulled to a small, moss-covered house especially, which had a sign with some scribbles on it. Usually scribbles meant that the house was a nice place, or generally a place that was meant for being noticed by people, so she decided that it was her first stop in this suspicious and unsettling city. The door knob was well used and warm, and when she opened the door a rush of air smelling like books and old wood greeted her. It made the atmosphere quite welcoming actually, and Ceruna relaxed a bit. As she swept her gaze around the room she saw papers, papers some more papers with knickknacks on them and a desk. Behind the desk sat a woman with nice hair, it was exactly how Ceruna imagined all hair should be, not all straight and polite looking, but comfortable and quite like a nest at times. ''Hello.'' She only greeted the woman, she wasn't sure after all, if this woman would be friendly enough to ask her all the questions bubbling in Cerunas mind, so she decided that seeing how she will be welcomed is the best course of action.

[Whimsy]

Svan

The Dhani smiled with all the effort of a man seducing an inerbriated woman. Serenity tutted to herself: as if one as young as he would have any effect on a middle-aged woman such as herself. And even if he did manage to stir the dusty cobwebs of desire deep within her, she simply didn't have the time.

"No skill with the blade?" Serenity asked incredulously. "Why carry the thing around, then?" She'd always imagined swords and the like to be cumbersomely heavy. Of course she avoided using them herself, so it was all hearsay. Cutting off his answer midsentence, she hurried on. "No matter, no matter. As long as you can get the job done." She didn't need to know the ins and outs of his ability. Just to know that he had some sufficed.

The Dhani was picky as to the specifics of the job, but then, mercenary work was dangerous, and hard to find someone to fulfill it. Most Mizaharians had their heads screwed on right, knew that the wilds and the wicked were not to be trifled with. Waving her hands, she nodded tiredly, cutting his speech off.

"Very well, very well. Hired. Come to the Sanity Center every so often to collect your pay and any available missions you might be looking for." Turning to the desk, she rifled through the papers until she found the one she was looking for. "Kirwen Shenter of the Arrhizal Apothecary has need of new supplies. However, the trading caravan carrying his order never arrived. He'll need to venture out into the Unforgiving with someone to accompany him, protect him, the like. Meet back here on the 28th of Winter." Thrusting him the paper, Svan would see that it had a brief summary of what Serenity had just said.

"Will there be anything else?" she asked the question perfunctorily, as if not expecting an answer - not wanting an answer. She didn't have the time.

OOCCongratulations on your job! Svan will be earning 3gm a day. I will send you a link to a Storyteller Secrets threads soon that you will need to attach to your account. I will be moderating your first mission, but from then on, it will be up to you to moderate two per season to be entitled to your pay. You can begin the thread by arriving at the Sanity Center, and I'll jump in from there. Because Winter is almost over, this will be the only job thread required of you - but starting from Spring, the standard two apply. PM me with any questions and concerns!

Artur

"Thanks," muttered Serenity, when the chubby young man bent down to gather up the papers with her. Creating a haphazard pile, Serenity shoved them against the wall. She'd get to them later. Besides, it's not like the paper she bloody needed was in there. Sighing, she straightened up, cracking her back as she stood, trying to release the tension she carried in her shoulders. Working in the one sane place in Alvadas wasn't as peaceful as it sounded.

"A newcomer, then? Welcome to Alvadas." She ran her hands through her frazzled hair, rubbing at her dry lips. She wasn't exactly the most comforting first impression. "There are two taverns that allow for temporary residence. The first is the Cubacious Inn. Basically everything spins and you spend the entire night feeling seasick." Serenity shuddered. A bad experience she remembered too clearly... "Prices range from one to four silver mizas per day, depending on your luxury."

"You can also stay in the Wolf's Cave for one or three silver mizas per night. However, you can only rent a room there if you happen to be hiding a furry animal beneath your skin - it's only open to those with teeth and claws." She shook her head. "And for heaven's sake, don't ask me where you can find them! I don't know, I don't know!" Once she had dealt with Artur's choice, she moved on.

"Hmmm, cooking, hey? How long do you intend to stay here in Alvadas? I can give you work as a kitchen assistant in the Withering Rose, a restaurant open for dinner and late night. It's a ... little less than cheery, but hey, a newcomer can't complain too might, right? ... Right?" Her voice took on an intimidating edge.

Ceruna

Serenity was taking a rare moment to herself, her eyes closed, her breathing deep. The flow of traffic into the Sanity Center seemed to have slowed, she'd managed to get the absolute worst knots out of her hair (though it would forever resemble a bird's nest, Serenity had given up on that front) and she had no pressing forms to fill out or requests to fill. It was just her and the serenity of that moment.

Until she heard the door open and close, felt the cold from the outside rush in, and heard soft footsteps approach. She groaned. Loudly. Cracking open an eye, she saw a girl standing there, grey hair and yet still young, with oddly shaped eyes. She looked nervous. Sighing, rubbing the tiredness from around her mouth, Serenity opened her other eye and gave the visitor her full attention.

"'Ello." She waited for a more intelligent response. Had the girl just come inside to look for companionship? Really?
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