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expiationlogs2025-02-01 03:40 pm
chimericalclaw) wrote in expiationlogs2025-02-01 03:40 pm
open 🌌 today's crime: soliciting
Who: Zekarion & YOU
Where: YOUR HOME, Aldrip Post Office, and assorted locations
What: Expiation, say hello to centralized mail services! Also there is an extremely tired man to bother.
Warnings: references to game-induced visions of violence and such, probably.
One day early in February, the people of Aldrip will find a letter delivered to their residence—sitting on their doorstep, on a nearby table or surface, slid under the door, whatever possible to make sure that you get your very first piece of public mail!
Inside is a typewritten letter headed with a letterhead seal proclaiming its origin as the Aldrip Postal Service. The letter describes the marvels of the mail service such as the founder is familiar with them: daily deliveries to and from the convenience of your home, local experts already familiar with recipients' addresses, the versatile nature of physical communication and lack of electricity requirement. Privacy is a promise, and the Aldrip Postal Service will send any and all mail... that isn't an active physical danger to those delivering or receiving it. Not that anyone would try such a thing! :)
The letter also brings up the upcoming Day of Devotion—for those romantically inclined who may want to send surprise or secret packages of flowers or sweets or love letters, anonymity is guaranteed. The delivery people don't even know where they came from without a return address!
The letter concludes with a note that the office is seeking organizational staff, couriers, and trainers to help handle their carrier pigeons to make the mail as efficient as it can be.
If you'd like to officially request your own mail box (it's free!), look into the job offers, or simply take a look at the post office itself, the address in the heading is repeated at the bottom of the letter. The founder only signs ZA at the bottom, so you'll just have to go in person to find out who's sending you mail now.
(Regardless of who it is, they're not responsible for any unwanted chain letters or advertisements received. If someone wants to reach out about your carriage's extended warranty, the mail service will not discriminate.)
⬬ some kind of trouble on the sensory screen | post office
[The brick and stone building, situated right near the middle of the city not far from the inn, has a few entrances, one under a set of arches, another under a covering supported by pillars. A couple of people in blue uniforms stand outside each one, offering informational fliers about what one can expect from the mail service. One of said people is dressed slightly differently, however; a tall man with dark hair wears a blue suit and tie to match the other workers, answering questions and encouraging people to step inside.
If anyone approaches closely enough to be heard with a normal conversational tone, he'll offer a greeting appropriate to the time of day.]
Have you gotten one of our letters yet?
⬬ clutch at plausible deniability | cafe/inn
[He can't spend all his time doing that, though. He's only one man, and he has other endeavors to work on. Endeavors such as trying not to look too exhausted over the coffee he's nursing at the local cafe or inn, or sigh too loudly over it.]
⬬ some kind of drama live on satellite | elsewhere/wildcard
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Where: YOUR HOME, Aldrip Post Office, and assorted locations
What: Expiation, say hello to centralized mail services! Also there is an extremely tired man to bother.
Warnings: references to game-induced visions of violence and such, probably.
One day early in February, the people of Aldrip will find a letter delivered to their residence—sitting on their doorstep, on a nearby table or surface, slid under the door, whatever possible to make sure that you get your very first piece of public mail!
Inside is a typewritten letter headed with a letterhead seal proclaiming its origin as the Aldrip Postal Service. The letter describes the marvels of the mail service such as the founder is familiar with them: daily deliveries to and from the convenience of your home, local experts already familiar with recipients' addresses, the versatile nature of physical communication and lack of electricity requirement. Privacy is a promise, and the Aldrip Postal Service will send any and all mail... that isn't an active physical danger to those delivering or receiving it. Not that anyone would try such a thing! :)
The letter also brings up the upcoming Day of Devotion—for those romantically inclined who may want to send surprise or secret packages of flowers or sweets or love letters, anonymity is guaranteed. The delivery people don't even know where they came from without a return address!
The letter concludes with a note that the office is seeking organizational staff, couriers, and trainers to help handle their carrier pigeons to make the mail as efficient as it can be.
If you'd like to officially request your own mail box (it's free!), look into the job offers, or simply take a look at the post office itself, the address in the heading is repeated at the bottom of the letter. The founder only signs ZA at the bottom, so you'll just have to go in person to find out who's sending you mail now.
(Regardless of who it is, they're not responsible for any unwanted chain letters or advertisements received. If someone wants to reach out about your carriage's extended warranty, the mail service will not discriminate.)
⬬ some kind of trouble on the sensory screen | post office
[The brick and stone building, situated right near the middle of the city not far from the inn, has a few entrances, one under a set of arches, another under a covering supported by pillars. A couple of people in blue uniforms stand outside each one, offering informational fliers about what one can expect from the mail service. One of said people is dressed slightly differently, however; a tall man with dark hair wears a blue suit and tie to match the other workers, answering questions and encouraging people to step inside.
If anyone approaches closely enough to be heard with a normal conversational tone, he'll offer a greeting appropriate to the time of day.]
Have you gotten one of our letters yet?
⬬ clutch at plausible deniability | cafe/inn
[He can't spend all his time doing that, though. He's only one man, and he has other endeavors to work on. Endeavors such as trying not to look too exhausted over the coffee he's nursing at the local cafe or inn, or sigh too loudly over it.]
⬬ some kind of drama live on satellite | elsewhere/wildcard
[ooc: interested in something else? plot with me here or at
no subject
[Tsuna is unlikely to have too much of his time taken up by this unless he simply chooses to. Altius plans to pay him well enough to encourage that choice. He'll see how that goes.]
When we have a more reasonable amount coming through, [not if, but when,] I imagine it would be closer to five or six.
no subject
That does seem like a lot, but I'm assuming you're looking for other help right? Not just me?
no subject
Of course. I have a few calls out for the locals, and I plan to ask a few of our number specifically. Scott, for instance. I'll get the positions filled one way or another; you certainly won't be on your own.
no subject
Oh, I know Scott! It would be fun to work together.
no subject
There is something to be said for working with people you like. He's already done a few deliveries for my other business, so I'm sure I can convince him into something part-time at the least.
[And he does sound sure; he is a very persuasive man. With one hand on his hip, he gestures with the other in a way that's halfway towards offering a handshake.]
So, what do you think? Can I count on you, Tsuna?
no subject
Yeah, I think you can.
I'll do my best.
[And he'll offer a respectful bow.]
no subject
[Returning his hand to his side, he bows slightly in return; he's familiar enough with Japanese business customs, but he's never quite sure if the people here might actually be from Japan or some other world with similar naming conventions. Consider him informed.
He gestures past the counter.]
Come this way and I'll give you the tour and get into the details, hm?
[Tsuna certainly won't walk away from the office today stuck in a situation he hates; that much Altius will make sure of. Besides, all of this is more of a means of making connections rather than profit.]
no subject
[His mother would probably be very upset with him if he wasn't respectful to his new boss. Reborn as well. (Though, it's likely Reborn would already be working on a scheme to get Tsuna promoted, but more likely fired).
Still, he sounds a little bit more confident, and follows Altius.]