GUEST SERVICES - STEFANO

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( week 0 ) monday

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[ when stefano rings his orange bell from the conservatory, it... takes a bit for its owner to respond. but sure enough, pumpkin soon walks into the room, lazily dragging a half-empty watering can by her side.

she's Trying, she promises, ]

Yooooo. You called?

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[ god, what is a gardener going to be able to do to help him. God, why do they all have animal bits? He feels like he's losing his mind. This place is the worst.

But time marches on, and his art won't wait! He's tapping his foot impatiently by the time she shows up, and when she does, he wastes no time in marching straight up to her. ]

You will bring me a camera.

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[ she very slowly looks down at the watering can she's gripping with her gardening gloves, pauses for a solid thirty seconds, and then lifts her head back to face stefano. ]

Uh. My thing is plants, not cameras.

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All of you are in contact with the lord of this place. All of you should be able to bargain. It is a simple request. Why has it not yet been fulfilled?

[ they have never spoken before, of course, but Stefano is self-important enough to assume the purple one told the others what happened, and that the master knows about him and his needs specifically... ]

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[ one of her ears twitches a bit as he goes off on her, but she's managing to maintain a mostly neutral expression the whole time through. she can't help the slight "are you serious?" quirk of her eyebrow, though. ]

Yeah, uh, Master Blue's actually out right now...

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[ if he notices, he doesn't react - not until she speaks. His eye narrows. ]

Out?

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I dunno, man, I don't ask what Master Blue's doing! That's Master Blue's business, not mine. I just nod and go "okaaay, see you soooon, we'll make sure nothing blows uuuup."

W0, MONDAY

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[Stefano rings the pink bell and we're all tagging this post out of order but it's fine. Lucky for him he doesn't have to wait for very long because there's a soft tinkling of another bell as Peach enters from the dining room.]

Good afternoon, Mr. Valentini. [She's fairly cheerful when she greets him, hands folded behind her back as she stops before him.] How may I help you today?

i realized that too late but the shitposts were already gathered

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[ Stefano is drinking some freshly-made coffee, which his nerves probably do not need, but it at least keeps his brain working!! At least this one is polite, even if she's a pink catgirl. (Disdain shows briefly on his face in a wrinkle of his nose.) He doesn't offer her a cup, nor a greeting in kind. ]

Which one of you can get me the supplies I need to do my work? It has been days.

we love u

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[That's very rude, Stefano!! But she's still holding it together and being polite anyway, tilting her head with a small hum.]

What supplies do you require for your work, exactly?

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[ that remark in particular seems to annoy him. ]

I need a camera. I am a photographer. An artist. My life is my work! There is no other reason for me to be here. Your master must know this, or he is an ignorant boor.

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[This is going to annoy him even more then. She doesn't look impressed in the slightest. She's going to stare at him for a moment before she shrugs slightly, bell around her neck jingling softly.]

Master Blue knows about our guests, but the Master's busy at the moment. [Be nice to Master Blue???] You accepted the RSVP, you know.

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[ steely: ] You and I both know I did no such thing.

[ he would never have left Union on purpose; the very idea is preposterous. An infinite canvas of infinite possibilities - no artist would ever turn it down. ]

What, pray tell, is he busy with?

w0; monday

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[ it is approximately half a minute after the purple bell has been rung that there is a polite knock on Stefano's bedroom door. who could it possibly be!!! ]

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[ she's punctual. that's the only nice thing Stefano has to say about her. He's flipping the knife around one finger idly while he waits, and when he opens the door, it's still clenched in one hand - although he doesn't brandish it at her, at least. ]

How long am I going to have to wait, little rabbit?

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[ her eyes stray to the knife, but her stare is as blank as usual when she looks back at it ]

Wait for what, sir?

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My camera.

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Oh, yes.

[ in the tone of someone who absolutely forgot about this until just now?? ]

I'm afraid your personal effects have been... misplaced in transportation. We are currently looking for them. I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. In the meantime, the Master is willing to offer you a placeholder, sir.

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[ at least his rage is put aside at the prospect of actually getting something. ]

And what would this "placeholder" be?

W1, TUESDAY

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[Stefano rings the bell, and Peach comes up from the wine cellar not long after and meets him in the kitchen with a polite little bow.]

Good morning Mr. Valentini. How may I help you today? [She's already expecting this to maybe be Interesting but she can be nice.]

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[ wow, she's so peppy after he was so short with her last time! Maybe this won't be too hard, then. ]

I have a question... I have two, actually. But the first one is easy. It's about you and your "sisters."

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[Judging by the look on her face, that's a surprising sort of statement.]

Well...alright. [Hm.] What sort of question is that?

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We are allowed to meet with you privately, like so. [ gesture to... what they're doing now. ] What we speak about with you in these meetings - you do not tell the other "guests." Is that true?

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That's correct, sir. We value the privacy of our guests, and all matters disclosed in these meetings are between us. [Especially now that he says it like that, yikes.] Staff-guest confidentiality is important to us.

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Very good. Then I will ask my second question. Do you have a private freezer that you would share with your humble guest?