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PapaOsoBonnie glanced quizzically at Mia's hand as she rejected the handshake. She obviously took no offense. You meet all kinds of people In Gloomminster, with all sorts of abilities, powers, and habits. And touching hands in some manner was a ubiquitous greeting, it also wasn't that uncommon to meet beings that couldn't touch others, for whatever reason. Bonnie carried on, listening, and then when she was done responding. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Mia! I'm Bonnie. Cunningham. This is my bookshop. And yes, I remember your letter. You're very welcome here. Though they are rather snug and straightforward, the rooms are cheap. I'll show you 'round and you lot can sort out who wants where among yourselves. I'm not really fussed about who goes where presuming everyone's reasonable. As you all appear to be!" She finished speaking with a slight chuckle, turning to look at her next conversatory victim.
Bonnie gazed up at the large tiefling. The man had an eccentric look, with a strange mechanical arm and some kind of complex geometrical pattern hovering about. She grinned up at him, glancing at his large bag, ""Indeed it is, my friend! Far more than it usually is! I take it from your bag you're one of my new tenants? If so: I'm Bonnie. Welcome to my shop, and your soon-to-be home." She stuck out a hand as she energetically greeted the new entrant. After his response, she moved on to the pair that had wandered in while she was talking with the tiefling.
Crikey it was getting cramped in here.
The bouncy, firey-haired woman advanced quickly on the pair of doll-like girls that had become browsing. In fact, one appeared to actually be a doll. She continued, noting but not being off-put by their slightly strange appearance. It was a somewhat uncommon occurrence: Bonnie, the slightly odd woman that she was, appeared to be the most 'regular' looking in the room. At least at a glance. She overheard the girl's mention of room and merrily introduced herself with a warm smile, "Hello my loves, I'm Bonnie. A pleasure to meet you. You seem to be after rooms? I think you're in the right spot. I and the rest of this lot are just going upstairs to settle in, they're also renting rooms. Would you like to come with me? She curtsied slightly to the two girls as she began. Then after listening to their response, quickly counted the occupants.
One, two, three, four, five...
She was expecting six this afternoon...
Ding!
She turned as the doorbell went off. A huge fluffy being stood at the door. He gave a friendly wave, and Bonnie responded in turn. She glanced at the wooden vehicle outside the door, some kind of three-wheeled cart or trike. Very sturdily built. A fine example of construction. Upon his question, she responded with an answer and her one question: "Why yes my friend! There's a small alley down the side! It's pretty unused. Between here and the bakery next door. You can lock it up on the metal bars at the end. If you want. If you don't mind me asking, are you a customer or a tenant?"
After he answered she smiled and nodded, telling him something along the lines of, "Very happy to have you, I'm Bonnie. This is my shop. I'm just going to lead this lot upstairs, you'll find us just upstairs, on the first floor for now. Please join us when you're done. The stairs are at the back of the shop, just through that doorway." She pointed at a dimly lit doorway behind the counter, normally not accessible to customers. It lead to a hallway lined with books, from what could be seen from the door.
She turned back round to the other five as the Beaver locked away his trike. "Well, happy to have you all! I have all the paperwork ready, the rates are quite low. Especially given the proximity to the university. It's just 5 minutes down the road. But I'm sure you all know that." She weaved through the shop floor, motioning them to follow as she monologues. "I'm sure you all know, I'm Bonnie. I'll just give you a tour around the house, and then you can decide if you really do want to stay, and then you can sign the papers, and get settled.
She lead them through the doorway, into yet another corridor lined with great bookshelves packed with text upon text, of all sorts of writings. "I presume you're all going to the university, most young people in the city are. I am as well. First-year. The house used to be bustling with all of my family, but they've all moved out. Now it's just me and I can't stand the house being as empty as it is. So I'm renting it out! She turned around, her great mane whipping behind her as she smiled warmly at the group. They were of the landing of the second floor, a long corridor stretched off in front of them, the walls were covered in bookshelves, filled with books, occasionally broken up with candle holders, or pictures. They all showed a massive family of firey-haired smiling children of varying ages and two parents. The father was tall and lean, covered in freckles with the family hair. The mother was a short slight woman with a large smile and long mousey hair. She stuck out like a sore thumb among the massive clan of gingers.
She pointed out to the four doors in, closest to furthest as they passed, opening them so the group could peer in as she passed. She continued her rambling, "You all seem nice, I'm sure we'll be good friends. This is room one." She swung open the first door, revealing a long, but rather small room. It had wooden plank flooring and was lit naturally by a large window at the front, looking out over the street. It was completely bare, and dust hung heavy in the air. It smelt faintly of lavender. They continued marching, she swung open the second door, it was much the same. Except for this time it smelt faintly of damp moss. "This is the second room. Me and my little sister used to share this one." They continued onto the third door, it was again the same affair except this time it smelt of birch bark. "Room three. We'll wait here a moment for our fluffy friend. This is the door to the stairs here." She turned to a door opposite the entry to room three and opened it to reveal a tight but open sided spiral staircase, the walls lined with bookcases, filled with books, drawers, trinkets, odds-and-ends, and other such assortments.
Bonnie gazed up at the large tiefling. The man had an eccentric look, with a strange mechanical arm and some kind of complex geometrical pattern hovering about. She grinned up at him, glancing at his large bag, ""Indeed it is, my friend! Far more than it usually is! I take it from your bag you're one of my new tenants? If so: I'm Bonnie. Welcome to my shop, and your soon-to-be home." She stuck out a hand as she energetically greeted the new entrant. After his response, she moved on to the pair that had wandered in while she was talking with the tiefling.
Crikey it was getting cramped in here.
The bouncy, firey-haired woman advanced quickly on the pair of doll-like girls that had become browsing. In fact, one appeared to actually be a doll. She continued, noting but not being off-put by their slightly strange appearance. It was a somewhat uncommon occurrence: Bonnie, the slightly odd woman that she was, appeared to be the most 'regular' looking in the room. At least at a glance. She overheard the girl's mention of room and merrily introduced herself with a warm smile, "Hello my loves, I'm Bonnie. A pleasure to meet you. You seem to be after rooms? I think you're in the right spot. I and the rest of this lot are just going upstairs to settle in, they're also renting rooms. Would you like to come with me? She curtsied slightly to the two girls as she began. Then after listening to their response, quickly counted the occupants.
One, two, three, four, five...
She was expecting six this afternoon...
Ding!
She turned as the doorbell went off. A huge fluffy being stood at the door. He gave a friendly wave, and Bonnie responded in turn. She glanced at the wooden vehicle outside the door, some kind of three-wheeled cart or trike. Very sturdily built. A fine example of construction. Upon his question, she responded with an answer and her one question: "Why yes my friend! There's a small alley down the side! It's pretty unused. Between here and the bakery next door. You can lock it up on the metal bars at the end. If you want. If you don't mind me asking, are you a customer or a tenant?"
After he answered she smiled and nodded, telling him something along the lines of, "Very happy to have you, I'm Bonnie. This is my shop. I'm just going to lead this lot upstairs, you'll find us just upstairs, on the first floor for now. Please join us when you're done. The stairs are at the back of the shop, just through that doorway." She pointed at a dimly lit doorway behind the counter, normally not accessible to customers. It lead to a hallway lined with books, from what could be seen from the door.
She turned back round to the other five as the Beaver locked away his trike. "Well, happy to have you all! I have all the paperwork ready, the rates are quite low. Especially given the proximity to the university. It's just 5 minutes down the road. But I'm sure you all know that." She weaved through the shop floor, motioning them to follow as she monologues. "I'm sure you all know, I'm Bonnie. I'll just give you a tour around the house, and then you can decide if you really do want to stay, and then you can sign the papers, and get settled.
She lead them through the doorway, into yet another corridor lined with great bookshelves packed with text upon text, of all sorts of writings. "I presume you're all going to the university, most young people in the city are. I am as well. First-year. The house used to be bustling with all of my family, but they've all moved out. Now it's just me and I can't stand the house being as empty as it is. So I'm renting it out! She turned around, her great mane whipping behind her as she smiled warmly at the group. They were of the landing of the second floor, a long corridor stretched off in front of them, the walls were covered in bookshelves, filled with books, occasionally broken up with candle holders, or pictures. They all showed a massive family of firey-haired smiling children of varying ages and two parents. The father was tall and lean, covered in freckles with the family hair. The mother was a short slight woman with a large smile and long mousey hair. She stuck out like a sore thumb among the massive clan of gingers.
She pointed out to the four doors in, closest to furthest as they passed, opening them so the group could peer in as she passed. She continued her rambling, "You all seem nice, I'm sure we'll be good friends. This is room one." She swung open the first door, revealing a long, but rather small room. It had wooden plank flooring and was lit naturally by a large window at the front, looking out over the street. It was completely bare, and dust hung heavy in the air. It smelt faintly of lavender. They continued marching, she swung open the second door, it was much the same. Except for this time it smelt faintly of damp moss. "This is the second room. Me and my little sister used to share this one." They continued onto the third door, it was again the same affair except this time it smelt of birch bark. "Room three. We'll wait here a moment for our fluffy friend. This is the door to the stairs here." She turned to a door opposite the entry to room three and opened it to reveal a tight but open sided spiral staircase, the walls lined with bookcases, filled with books, drawers, trinkets, odds-and-ends, and other such assortments.