Customer Service - RPLOG
Participants
Date
6/7/477
Log
The hubub about Flora has finally gotten Wulf curious... at least about the store. She honestly doubts she will ever meet the Lady Longtail herself... unless it's some Solacious related thing that she is being brought along for. Perhaps when she wasn't a noble, but not likely now. Pressing into the store the tall husky looks around, her brown eyes taking in what there is to see before moving over to the Clerk and looking him up and down. "So uh... what is there to buy here exactly?"
Brutus, the rotund nnoble Skunk, emerges from the employee door--and is he wearing an ink-smudged apron? Does this mean he's actually working? Well, not at the moment--he's just standing there talking--"You know, maybe there is something to this idea after all! Though I don't see why she has me back here, there's naught that requires my scholarly or mathemagic abilities--"
Brutus catches a glimpse of Wulf. "Oh! Erm, excuse me. And...ah, welcome to the LongTech store," he says to her with a bit of forced enthusiasm. Ugh, customer service. Couldn't they just hire some commoners to do this kind of work?
Soon enough, a feline comes down the stairwell in the back, rumbling softly, and tapping her foot a little. "Flora has already explained, yes. We have a sick worker, and friend Brutus only has to stand in for a few hours while her replacement is on their way... In addition... Friend Brutus does realize that door doesn't open from this side?" the cat rumbles as she points at the employee-door he just closed. " Friend Brutus is now doing sales, yes. Hand your apron to... Her, and go on," Flora mumbles, gesturing at one of the other sales-beings. "She'll put your apron away and take your place."
Mmm,that forced enthusiasm doesn't go unnoticed by the Husky and she squints at Brutus. "You really need to be more convincing with your greeting friend. But I'm willing to let it go by if you tell me what it is you sell here. I may be interested in picking something up." The Busty husky crosses her arms beneath her bust as she waits, eyes glancing over to the feline in the room and offering her a polite nod in greeting.
Brutus shucks his apron, seething quietly. It was bad enough having to answer Lady Longtail, but having the customers talk down to him too? He draws a deep breath as he hands the apron over, his voice switching from unctuous salesman to academic. At least he was fascinated enough by the business as a whole to appreciate that. "We sell whatever Lady Longtail and her fellow staff invent. Thus far, we offer pens that need no inkpot nor nib-knife--they are wholly self-contained! You may also get your portrait made by our 'camera,' which paints with light! An amazing device, though I do not understand its inner workings. But one cannot argue with the results!" he finishes in a tone of actual awe, g00
gesturing to the photographs that dot the store walls.
"Indeed we do," Flora rumbles with a smile, a tailflick, before gesturing at the various pens and photographs. "Flora is Flora, yes. Or High Lady Flora Longtail, when in the courts. This here is friend Brutus, yes. Friend Brutus Blackback. LongTech Industries' magical advisor. And part-time sales-clerk for now, yes," the she-cat rumbles, clearly smirking lightly, before turning to Wulf with a smile. "Welcome to LongTech Industries. And please, let our LongTech family work for your family's continued happiness... And if there's anything you need, do ask, yes."
Wulf nods and points at the Fancy pens, the movment knocking her Medallion of Adrestia into view for a moment before it falls back down between her clevage safely.. "Lemme get one of those fancy pens there, with blue ink. And, I might enjoy that light painting... I won't have to sit still too long will I? Oh, and do you have an easier name for those?" She taps her nose a bit and turns to Flora, offering the lady a short bow. "Perhaps you can bring that machine to the Solacious Manor to take a picture of my pups. I would greatly appreciate it."
"And negotiator of some note," Brutus appends Flora's listing. "I recently advocated for her new model of doing business to the High Priests in Shralesta, and they are likely to endorse it" he beams, proudly!--then pauses, catching a glimpse of her plain silver medallion. He drags his into view, atop his also-voluminous bust. "You follow Her too?" he murmurs, sounding a bit nervous meeting his first fellow dedicant!
"Now, don't exaggerate, friend Brutus. The Grand Church has not issued any statements yet, and knowing how the system works... It will take a good while for a verdict to come, good or bad. However... That does not mean Flora isn't thankful. Or proud. Friend Brutus gave the idea a fighting chance, and that is what we need... Even so... Friend Brutus, are you not going to take the lady's order? As for taking the camera to house Solacious... We can work something out."
Wulf is completely lost as to what all that means, but none the less she simply nods her head. Her eyes glance over to the Medallion Brutus shows off and she smiles. "I was the first of Adrestia's followers..." Her attention is once again back on Flora and she chuckles. "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Wulf Tiernan of the Adaptable folk and a Sharpshooter in the Lightbringers. Nice to meet your acquaintance.
Brutus casts a glare towards Flora. She got to be 'High Lady' and 'head of house' and 'Executive' and 'Inventor' and all these things, and he couldn't claim more than 'sales clerk?' Hmph. He turns back to his customer and bows his head respectfully to Wulf, though. "Well met, Wulf. I am Brutus, of noble house Blackback, and I began to follow the Lady of Revenge after--" his voice wavers a little. "Well, we can discuss it further outside of the story," he mumbles, and clears his throat, putting that salesman voice back on. "Is there aught I can do to help you, madam Tiernan?" he asks politely, though with no tone of reluctance this time.
Flora chuckles lightly. "Friend Brutus is also head of Public Relations, yes," the cat rumbles softly, before swaying her tail. "Everyone at LongTech Industries has several tasks, and if Friend Brutus is wondering /why/ he was chosen to take the clerk's place today... For one, it would help with public relations... For another, it amuses Flora... And thirdly, Flora would like to consider LongTech Industries a family. Which means you support your fellow being, yes."
Wulf turns to Brutus and give him a wry face, ears flicking frustratedly. "I already said I would like a fancy pen, with blue ink and one of those pictures or whatever you call them. And please, jus' call me Wulf if you will." The wry face turns into a smile and she turns back to Flora. "That is a good motto to live by I should think."
