[ This lady in a suit is not very tall, but that doesn't matter. She is still very professional, approaching you, a person she very likely doesn't know (odds are extremely likely), after having thoroughly pursued this tablet and this scroll detailing her crime, which is.

... Not important right now to anyone else. In her opinion, it's not all that important to her, either! ]

Don't worry, I'll make this quick. I'm looking for a few people. One male, standing at 6'7" [ what ] with a mild-mannered demeanor despite his competence in... other matters. [ WHAT. ] He has red hair, glasses, and minuscule fangs. One female, 5'9", blonde, sporting an eye patch over her right eye, likely to have a hair trigger... temper. One pitiful excuse of a man, 5'10", tanned skin, white hair, emanating an aura of general uselessness who should be castrated for the good of humanity.

They're all a part of the escort company I also serve at.

[ She sure said this without batting a lash. ]

[ She's settled well enough, apparently. Or, at the very least, she's coping like a champ, which is most certainly due to her very normal job that she holds back home. Yep.

So what can she be found doing now? Sitting somewhere with a drink in her hand, of course, and judging by the local staggering away from her, groaning in disbelief and the several other empty drinks sitting around her, she's having a delightful time simply enjoying this exotic drink.

One she raises if she catches your eye. ]

Looking for a drinking partner?

[ Here's hoping you're not underage or a lightweight-- ]

a.

[ The races are... quaint, she guesses. Fun little competitions that don't appear to risk people's lives, which is already kind of a rarity (for someone who is not normal, unlike her). There's not much value in a medal, but it might be a good chance to get to know people's skillsets a little better, so while people are pairing up during the wife-carrying race, she'll approach you.

Well, then. ]

You should enter. Don't worry, I shouldn't weigh more than a tall drink at a popular coffee chain. [ This is. Actually not a lie. But try to call her bluff if you want! ]

b.

[ Or find her with the animals! Specifically it's a chocobo that's got her attention, one that keeps sticking its beak in her hair, so the feeling appears to be mutual.

Chain, a little bemused, gives its neck a pat. ]

I have no idea what you are, but you'd make a few fried chicken places pretty happy.

[ Chain, no. ]

( Anything else! Down for anything, you can toss any old starter my way or just PM me if you'd like something! )