03-03-2016, 04:00 AM
*the butler manages to escape the clutches of the Great Mercantile Rodent once more, teleporting to the mansion in a frantic state of mind... looks around, dismayed, and utters:*
"People, people... by Jove, what is going on here?
- guests on fire;
- charging drinks to guests;
- lady Tavana still missing;
- no gardener;
- cats and kittens and pussies and Cath, oh my!
Before I'm yanked back to where I came from, may I offer a few suggestions to the staff and guests:
1) Blah, the gardener's job is yours, should you want it... you already know your way around cactuses, and I'm sure bush-trimming, bush-wacking, or any sort of bushy business would be right up your alley.
2) Turroe, I'm placing you in charge of supplies... you are now the manor's official quartermaster.
3) Kyrios, you show surprising skill with animals and small children; you could be the stablemaster (or groundskeeper, perhaps)...
*Ivan, still gesturing wildly in every direction while trying to maintain some semblance of stoic detachment, is unexpectedly yanked back to the land of the Great Mercantile Rodent... for at least 48 hours more.*
![[Image: latest?cb=20140807140511]](http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/theeverythingeverything/images/7/7c/Charles_Jump.gif/revision/latest?cb=20140807140511)
"People, people... by Jove, what is going on here?
- guests on fire;
- charging drinks to guests;
- lady Tavana still missing;
- no gardener;
- cats and kittens and pussies and Cath, oh my!
Before I'm yanked back to where I came from, may I offer a few suggestions to the staff and guests:
1) Blah, the gardener's job is yours, should you want it... you already know your way around cactuses, and I'm sure bush-trimming, bush-wacking, or any sort of bushy business would be right up your alley.
2) Turroe, I'm placing you in charge of supplies... you are now the manor's official quartermaster.
3) Kyrios, you show surprising skill with animals and small children; you could be the stablemaster (or groundskeeper, perhaps)...
*Ivan, still gesturing wildly in every direction while trying to maintain some semblance of stoic detachment, is unexpectedly yanked back to the land of the Great Mercantile Rodent... for at least 48 hours more.*
"Let my worship be within the heart that rejoiceth, for behold: all acts of love and pleasure are my rituals."
- The Goddess -
- The Goddess -