Xaltwind
Eviledd1984
LupusIntus
Noctis
Lemons
wintersoldier
Expendable
Einherjar 906
Carlyle
AlmostEternityTheria
Location: Building 1: Ground floor, Reception
Interactions:
Theria adjusted the glasses perched on her nose as she stepped into the soft glow of the reception area. Dimitri sat behind the front desk, his massive frame hunched as he kept his eyes on his magazine.
“Dimitri...” Theria called, startling Dimitri enough to make him drop his reading material. “There’s a dishwasher acting up in the restaurant. Call Guz and get him on it please.”
“On it,” Dimitri rumbled as he picked up the landline phone next to him. Theria however turned her attention to the steady flow of residents moving toward the cafeteria. Velvet… Qaymu… Iris… Max… Alphonse… Even residents that had apartments in the other buildings were coming here to eat… Was there a secret menu item that could only be obtained in the first building or something?
A soft squelch interrupted her thoughts. Theria looked down to see a small, glimmering blue slime wobbling at her feet, its surface rippling as it produced a tiny envelope.
“Regina” Theria muttered, bending down to retrieve the envelope. She unfolded the letter, Regina’s elegant handwriting catching her eye. Theria read aloud, her tone flat. “One of my little ones climbed onto the TV, and now it’s acting strange.” She sighed, rubbing her temple. “Really? I thought we had slime proofed everything that was electronic.”
Dimitri let out a frustrated grunt behind her, snapping her attention back to the desk. He slammed the phone’s receiver onto its cradle with a thud. “What’s wrong?” Theria asked, Layla, her most attentive snake standing at attention. “The phones are down,” Dimitri growled. “Can’t get through to Guz.”
Theria’s snakes all stirred, sensing her unease. “Great. First the dishwasher, now this.” She folded Regina’s letter back into its envelope and tucked it into her pocket. “Anything else falling apart tonight I should know about?”
The desk lamp flickered, its glow stuttering before stabilizing again. Dimitri’s ears twitched, and he glanced toward the light while Layla quickly checked her surroundings. “That’s new...” he muttered.
Theria gave him a sharp nod. “Alright, we need Guz, and I don’t have time to figure out what’s wrong with the phones. Can you check on him in person? He’s probably in his workshop.” “Yeah, I’ll go” Dimitri said, rising from his chair. His horns grazed the top of the doorway as he lumbered toward the hallway leading to the goblin’s workshop. “You holding the fort?” “I’ve got it.” Theria said firmly.
Left alone, Theria crouched down to the little blue slime still waiting by her side. She studied its curious, rippling form for a moment.
“You’re staying with me.” she said quietly, brushing a finger against its cool surface. “If things keep going wrong tonight, I’m going to need an extra set of... whatever you have.”
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Borkus did not wait to watch Theria leave after telling her about the malfunctioning dishwasher and immediately turned to bark orders to his team. He had just picked up a large wok to start working on some rice dishes for two of the newest residents in the apartment when he noticed Velvet.
Borkus narrowed his eyes as she spoke. "Bloody icing, huh? Figures. Always somethin’..." His brow furrowed as he tapped a hoof against the tiles. "Hang on. Used some last night for the werewolves’ lamb special." He snapped his fingers, turning toward the hulking figure of Gurnak. The troll was stationed at the soup station, his massive hands stirring a pot with a spoon that, in his grip, looked comically small.
"Gurnak! Check the fridge. Should be some icing left over. Top shelf, in the red jar." Gurnak grunted and lumbered toward the industrial fridge. The ground trembled slightly with each step of his heavy boots. Pulling open the fridge door, he was hit by an intense wave of heat. Steam billowed out, and Gurnak staggered back, his wide nostrils flaring.
"Uh, Chef," Gurnak rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. He pointed at the fridge, which now seemed more like a sauna. "What is it now, Gurnak?" Borkus’s voice rose with impatience as he stomped over, his hooves clattering against the floor.
Gurnak stepped aside, gesturing to the fridge’s contents. "Fridge’s busted. Everything’s gone warm." Borkus peered inside, his ears twitching with irritation as he took in the defrosted mess. The bloody lamb had liquefied into a sticky pool that dripped ominously onto a carton of cream, the icing had turned into a runny, unrecognizable goo, and most importantly, the tuna he was going to prepare today was now bringing a pungent odor to his nostrils.
"The fridge is what?! No, no, no. Not tonight!" Borkus slapped a hand to his forehead, then pointed a finger at Gurnak. "Didn’t you notice somethin’ off before this?" Gurnak shrugged, his large shoulders nearly touching his ears. "Seemed fine earlier. Guess it died."
Borkus let out a groan that echoed through the kitchen, his tail flicking with frustration. "Of all the nights! The werewolves’ lamb… The tuna for the oriental ladies… it’s all gone to Tartarus!"
Borkus turned to Velvet, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Sorry. Can’t help you right now. Got an emergency here."
