GUEST SERVICES - NIE HUAISANG

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( week 0 ) tuesday

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[ nie huiasang rings the bell... and a few minutes pass without anything seeming to happen.

then there's a knock at his door. ]

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[he wasn't expecting company?? there's a muffled yelp on his side of the door, then shuffling, probably the sound of him bumping into multiple pieces of furniture, before he gives in and just calls out instead.]

It's... it isn't locked, or it shouldn't be-- young master Kenzaki, is that you? Young master Jin-?

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[ well. she guesses that counts as being welcomed in?? so she goes ahead and opens the door. ]

It's your friendly neighborhood groundskeeper—. [ then she sees his sorry state of affairs and just kinda goes "hm." ] Uh, you good, dude?

W0, THURSDAY

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[Well. Nie Huaisang rings the bell in the conservatory and soon he'll hear the jingling of another bell from the hall as Peach trots into the room almost immediately.]

Good morning, sir! How may I help you today?

[unanswering]

Oh, miss... miss, ah, Pomegranate-?

[You know what? I don't have to lie in tags to mods, thankfully, he knows her name and he's just being this way.]

Please forgive me, I was very distracted when you introduced yourselves!

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It's Peach! [She doesn't seem to mind, surprisingly, but she's usually pretty chipper anyway.] And you're Nie Huaisang, yes?

[That is also a mouthful but she rolls with it.] It's nice to speak with you officially, sir.

week 0; sunday

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[ The purple bell rings in the conservatory ... and it takes less than a minute for a monotone voice to sound next to Nie Huaisang: ]

Hello, sir. You rang for me?

[ where the fuck did she come from ]

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Ah-!!

[like, yes, he did, but she still manages to startle him... he presses a hand to his chest, exhaling slowly.]

Miss Plum. All of you are very fast... [but now that he's not having a HEART ATTACK:] I wanted to ask you about something.

I FORGOT TO SET UP EMAIL NOTIFS FOR THIS

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[ she tilts her head, completely impassive to the near murder she just committed ]

Of course. What is it you wish to know?

( week 0 ) sunday

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[ if nhs is sitting down and reading something when he rings the orange bell, he'll feel a chin on his shoulder... well... not suddenly. pumpkin likes to take her time? but she will be there eventually nonetheless. ]

Having fun having your eyes back?

[unanswering]

[he's definitely sitting down! but while he has a book open, he's not really reading it-- it's just kind of on his lap, and he's only half paying attention to it. to anything in the general area, really-

which is why he startles when she rests her chin on his shoulder? god. all of these furries are bad for his blood pressure. why is peach the only one with a bell.]

Miss Pumpkin-! [it's almost wheezed out. let him LIVE.] I... yes, I am. I was starting to think my sight wouldn't ever get any better...

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[ she cackles when he more or less jumps out of his chair, straightening back up and taking a seat next to him once her laughter has died down a bit. ]

You knew I was coming, so why are you so spooked?

W1, SUNDAY

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[And here's Peach entering the study! She's quick to arrive after NHS rings the bell and she smiles shortly after seeing him.]

Sect Leader Nie. How may I help you?

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Miss Peach.

[She gets a polite little nod of his head, there, a faint little smile.]

Ah... I'm sorry again for the trouble, by the way...

[he's gotta apologize more before getting to the point... bed crimes.]

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[She's going to nod at his apology but...]

I still don't quite understand why you guys didn't just use extra blankets or move the mattress instead of the whole bed frame. That would've saved a lot of trouble.

W3, THURSDAY

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[On Thursday, Peach will trot her way into the drawing room with a pink scarf over her nose and her mouth. The elastics of a medical mask are looped over her ears and she seems to be prepped with a notepad which she immediately scribbles on with pink pen.]

good afternoon, Sect Leader Nie. shouldn't you be resting?

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-miss Peach? I am resting, really, but-- are you all right?

[he peers at her with concern, looking up from the fan he's painting on.]

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[There's an enthusiastic nod. She's fine! Her bell on her collar jingles. They're doing great. But she'll wander closer to see what he's doing.]

looks like delicate work.

( week 3 ) sunday

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[ when nhs calls for pumpkin this time, she takes approximately thirty seconds less to show up than her previous summons! this is Character Development. tucked under her arm are two headsets, which she looks pretty jazzed about! ]

Need a hand with anything?

[ beat ]

. . . uh, whoops, too soon?

[unanswering]

Maybe a little...

[he shakes his head, though, apparently teasing just a little bit? you smacked him pumpkin!!

but he's not mad, so.]

I really would like to see how this works-- but I have a question or two first, if you don't mind?

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[ she tilts her head, ears twitching curiously. ]

What's up?

w4; sunday

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[ Nhs rings the bell in front of the Master bedroom and...the door swings open? It's a little dark inside, but it seems as though there's something of a living room/guest area that he's entering. He can't quite see yet, but soon he'll hear a soft, echo-y voice as chills run up his spine. ]

Nie Huaisang...?

[unanswering]

-yes. Ah, I hope this isn't a bad time...?

[is there one, when it comes to this? but, well, he's trying to be polite, keeping his fan clutched close as he shivers faintly. why does it have to be so SPOOKY in here!!]

W5, TUESDAY

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[In the drawing room, Peach follows the trail of slime and just...blinks a little with a sympathetic smile.]

Rough day, Sect Leader Nie?

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Extremely.

[he sounds so tired...

he's given up on trying to hold a brush. he just has it half-absorbed into his hand and is doing his best to practice calligraphy that way, careful not to touch the paper with his gross self.]

I'm doing a bit better at keeping my shape, at least.