WEEK 2 - CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[maladied]

Let's retire in the countryside
Just as you wish it

Welcome to Hillbury

You come to in an intricately decorated dressing room. For those familiar with it, the style seems to be that of a Victorian manor house, and to those that aren't, even you can tell this is a stately room fit for the elite. In fact, you too, are decorated to match, fully dressed in luxurious suits or dresses, elegant and perfectly tailored, but still somewhat breezy and lightweight for the time period and class it belongs to. Looking outside, you get a view of a rolling and bright countryside. In the far distance, fields of crops and grazing cows can be barely spotted, but all of the nearby landmarks are elegant manors presumably similar to the one you stand in.

Comments

[hardyboys]

[ She smiles, giving another shit excuse for a curtsy. ]

Do you know about who is on the van Zieks' staff?

[taintedfayth]

[Adding in, with a slight bow:]

You must forgive us-- we are both rather new to society, and I fear we are having a bit of trouble keeping everyone straight. There are more than a few names to remember.

[maladied]

[John blinks at them a moment.]

I mean... of course I know. But I hardly think that's something you need to concern yourself with.

[He pauses, before gesturing to the old woman sitting alone save for staff.]

Aside from all the kitchen staff and maids working on food service, there's Lady Octavia's personal attendants. The Irishman is Peter, the other man is Marcus, and the lady is Eliza.

[Argus raises a suspicious eyebrow;]

What're you askin' for, anyway?

[hardyboys]

Just curious. Hard to get a gauge on who's able to hear what with some many people around, I guess.

[taintedfayth]

It would be most impolite of us if we were unable to address people by name, would it not?

[Surely they would prefer that to just having someone yell "hey, you!"]

[maladied]

Unlike our employers, I make sure I know who all is in our household
[Calm down John, how were they supposed to know you worked here specifically.]

Bit rude to say, but it is true! As stewards we have a pretty important role, so the lords and ladies usually know our names, but the rest of their staff? Really hit or miss.

[Carlson interjects;]
Nobles may be like that, but Mr Sholmes knows the value in getting information out of those working under him.

[hardyboys]

What kind of things is he normally asking about?

[taintedfayth]

A wise decision, asking those who know far more on that front than the nobles themselves. I am glad to hear he appreciates what you do for him.

[Might as well butter them up a little!]

[maladied]

Since we've arrive in the country he's mostly been asking about the unsavory rumors that have been spreading in the town. I'm sure you've heard of some of them.

[Argus huffs.]
Buncha superstitious nonsense if you ask me.

[And Cameron helpfully adds in a completely neutral tone;]
I don't think anyone did ask you, actually!

[hardyboys]

Like the illness that's been hitting the town, right? Have you seen anything about it?