Luci smiles charmingly to the dwarf and confidently walks over to the curator's office door, adjusting his elegant jacket and running his hand through his dark hair on his way there, ready for the curator with his most charming smile.
The door swings open to reveal a finely dressed elf. She taps her foot in an obvious show of impatience. “Yes? Mr… what was it again? Didn’t you read your invitation? The gala doesn’t start for several hours and I have to prepare to host dozens of guests, so excuse me if I’m not able to personally attend to you. Mrs. Glimmerhome here can provide you a complimentary gift card for the cafe if you want to wait around, but I’m afraid I haven’t the time to give you a tour today.”
After surveying the outside and turning up mostly empty, Dubh enters the museum about the time he believes they are supposed to gather. If the woman is at the front desk he’ll have a bit of inspiration and inquire with her about a job…
“Hi. Hello. I was wondering who I’d see about a job here? Maybe in the storage rooms or as a guard or something?” He’d ask, making it up as he goes. “Obviously you wouldn’t want me explaining the exhibits or anything… but I’m good at the physical stuff.”
“I don’t rightly know,” replies the dwarf cheerfully, “I mostly just sell tickets and help folks find their way. Try speaking with Maryam Bikram. She’s the captain of the museum’s security force. Tallish for human… dark hair… she’s around here somewhere.”
Dubh manages to find a tall, dark haired human guard patrolling on the second floor.
“Staff only mate,” he says, “privies are upstairs to the right.”
Joorin places a hand lightly on the door to keep it from shutting. "Thank you sir. But you know, that staircase is built for people like you...all tall and long-legged. I understand. Most architechs forget about halflings and gnomes when they are making their grand designs. Why those steps come halfway up to my hips!
There wouldn't happen to be an alternate way up to the second floor for someone like me would there? Like a ramp or smaller steps hidden somewhere maybe?"
Joorin smiles up at the guard disarmingly as he shifts from one foot to the other, trying to give off the impression of a small child that urgently needs to relieve themselves.
The guard looks dubiously at the Halfling before saying with a sarcastic smile, “Perhaps a boot to your undersized backside to propel you up the steps? Now begone!” and he slams the door.
"Maryam Bikram?" Dubh asks as he approaches the guard. His tone is asking they are them, if this guard if female, or more just asking where to find them if not. If this is them he once more inquires about employment opportunities. He'll go through a whole employment application process if he can, using the opportunity to ask questions about shift length, responsibilities, how many on at once (trying to figure out my chances of getting stuck on the night shift, he'd explain. That would limit my chances picking up extra work as a bouncer...) and generally gleam any guard related information he can.
“Aye,” replies Maryam. She listens politely while Dubh inquires about job openings but she eventually cuts him off and replies abruptly, “We’re not hiring at the moment. You might like to apply with the city guard, they hire all sorts of riff raff.”
"Riff Raff? What have I done to deserve such an insult? That you speak to me in such a way? My clothes may be simple but they are clean and untattered. I myself am clean and devoid of offensive oder. I was polite and kind. Pray tell, what stick climbed it's way up your ass that you are so rude and insulting to a patron of the museum who merely inquired about employment opportunities?" Gorm continues, his offense only growing, as is the volume of his voice.
"If you were a man and not on duty I would surely make you pay for such an insult... Be glad that you are surrounded by subordinates who are paid to protect you. Surely that is the only way you can get away with such crassness."
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"I sincerely do apologize, I wasn't aware you as a curator had that responsibility and no one to take care of such things for you or at least assist you with it. I represent a noble family who is the benefactor of many museums and other cultural institutions along the Sword Coast and they were thrilled to hear about what has been unearthed in the excavations of the Murkmire. I can assure you that if they decide to support your institution you would have staff to let you focus on your calling as a curator and not at hosting galas. If you are too busy to hear more about what they have to offer I will of course take my leave and disturb you no more." Luci says in an apologetic tone and bows politely.
(I suppose it is likely that this roll would beat the curators insight but since I consider this an important roll Luci will use a luck point from his devils luck feat to roll again :-) Lucky Diplomacy/Deception: 13
“Pardon me Sir,” says Maryam through clenched teeth and a forced smile. “I didn’t realize you were a museum patron in addition to being someone begging me for a job on our busiest day of the year. Applicants are normally referred to me by the captain of the guard after many years of service and glowing performance reviews. We do not hire riff… err, citizens who just wander in here off the streets, so kindly excuse my confusion,” she says with a mixture of sarcasm and barely contained rage.
Joorin stared at the closed door for a while. The rudeness of the guards took him aback for a moment and he wanted to force the door open and demand satisfaction. But that would probably be a poor decision making him person nongrata in the museum. Or at the very least make it hard to go unnoticed at the gala later that evening.
Turning his back to the door he headed over to the stairs and began making his way up them. They were not as bad as he had made out to the guard...but still far larger than was strictly comfortable to climb. In any respectable halfling constructed building there are gentle slopes rising from one floor to the other; mimicking the hills and glades of nature. After all, who wants to climb a mountain instead of enjoying a leisurely jaunt over some rolling hills.
Making his way to the second floor, Joorin headed over to the cafe to meet with his compatriots and compare notes.
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With a sigh the curator says, “Fine, come in Mr… what was it again?”
A solid oak desk stands on a plush carpet in the center of this office. In the southeast corner, a strange, human-sized doll is posed in an elaborate silk dress.
“I really do need to make this quick,” she continues. “Among other tasks, I still need to place these placards in the Grand Entrance before the guests start arriving.” Then with a sly grin she adds, “Perhaps you would assist me with that? That would free up some of my time to be able to hear you out.”
It dawns on Dubh that in letting his emotions make him respond in kind at the first insult that he’s likely made it such that this woman will recognize him tonight. That’s not a good thing. There’s also no way to undo it… unless…
“My apologies, I did not know this was a retirement home for the washed up and incapable,” Dubh says with a sneer and makes a show of looking her up and down. “It really should have been obvious though with the likes of you in charge. No way a real security team could be led by the likes of you…”
“Would you happen to know any place hiring people who are actually useful and capable?”
Dubh’s original intention had been to try to garner some information about the guards, their habits, if really lucky their schedule. Now he figures he needs to get this guard off the floor for tonight for surely she’ll recognize him and if not thrown out immediately he’d at least be a target all night.
(what is the situation around these two? They alone in a hallway? In a room with people watching? Trying to figure out next steps… try to get her to strike him or… *shrug*)
(It seems like Maryam and Dubh are on the same page regarding what should happen next)
Maryam’s smile suddenly broadens and she waves over one of the other guards. After she whispers something to him he glances at Dubh and then nods.
“Please follow me Sir,” Maryam says with a smile and she attempts to escort Dubh towards the stairs.
(I will continue the post assuming that Dubh complies with being escorted. If instead he resists then I will modify this post accordingly. In either case please ROLL INITIATIVE)
Maryam escorts Dubh down the stairs and into the northernmost door to what appears to be a break room. Two guards sit at a small table sipping tea until a glare and a hand signal from Maryam causes them to scurry out of the room. Maryam continues to a staircase in the NE corner and proceeds down into a dusty basement.
Boxes and crates are piled here in groups. Enormous warehouse doors take up much of the basement's northern wall. Dubh recognizes the doors having recently seen them from the opposite side.
Maryam proceeds into the room and turns to face Dubh. “Normally we simply remove ignorant fools like you from the premises, but since you saw fit insult my gender and you think me less than a male, I figured you could do with a lesson in humility on your way out.”
With a deft flick of her wrist her shortsword clatters to the floor and she raises her fists menacingly.
Dubh gives the guard called over a quizzical look and a shrug, trying to look bemused. He follows dutifully and while he does he makes eye contact and smiles at as many people as he can. “Hi guys,” Dubh says to the guards on break. All in all he’s adopting the attitude that all is good and roses…
Until he is in the basement alone with her.
“With, you have been begging for this beating since we met. I simply asked about a job, you’re the one who made this personal… so don’t be crying about having to accept the repercussions,” Dubh sneers and adopts the ready position.
Luci smiles charmingly to the dwarf and confidently walks over to the curator's office door, adjusting his elegant jacket and running his hand through his dark hair on his way there, ready for the curator with his most charming smile.
The door swings open to reveal a finely dressed elf. She taps her foot in an obvious show of impatience. “Yes? Mr… what was it again? Didn’t you read your invitation? The gala doesn’t start for several hours and I have to prepare to host dozens of guests, so excuse me if I’m not able to personally attend to you. Mrs. Glimmerhome here can provide you a complimentary gift card for the cafe if you want to wait around, but I’m afraid I haven’t the time to give you a tour today.”
After surveying the outside and turning up mostly empty, Dubh enters the museum about the time he believes they are supposed to gather. If the woman is at the front desk he’ll have a bit of inspiration and inquire with her about a job…
“Hi. Hello. I was wondering who I’d see about a job here? Maybe in the storage rooms or as a guard or something?” He’d ask, making it up as he goes. “Obviously you wouldn’t want me explaining the exhibits or anything… but I’m good at the physical stuff.”
“I don’t rightly know,” replies the dwarf cheerfully, “I mostly just sell tickets and help folks find their way. Try speaking with Maryam Bikram. She’s the captain of the museum’s security force. Tallish for human… dark hair… she’s around here somewhere.”
Dubh manages to find a tall, dark haired human guard patrolling on the second floor.
Joorin places a hand lightly on the door to keep it from shutting. "Thank you sir. But you know, that staircase is built for people like you...all tall and long-legged. I understand. Most architechs forget about halflings and gnomes when they are making their grand designs. Why those steps come halfway up to my hips!
There wouldn't happen to be an alternate way up to the second floor for someone like me would there? Like a ramp or smaller steps hidden somewhere maybe?"
Joorin smiles up at the guard disarmingly as he shifts from one foot to the other, trying to give off the impression of a small child that urgently needs to relieve themselves.
You might want deception? 6
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The guard looks dubiously at the Halfling before saying with a sarcastic smile, “Perhaps a boot to your undersized backside to propel you up the steps? Now begone!” and he slams the door.
Parr sat in the cafe waiting with a warm drink, people watching....they were mostly a mystery to her....but she was working them out.
"Maryam Bikram?" Dubh asks as he approaches the guard. His tone is asking they are them, if this guard if female, or more just asking where to find them if not. If this is them he once more inquires about employment opportunities. He'll go through a whole employment application process if he can, using the opportunity to ask questions about shift length, responsibilities, how many on at once (trying to figure out my chances of getting stuck on the night shift, he'd explain. That would limit my chances picking up extra work as a bouncer...) and generally gleam any guard related information he can.
Deception: 6
“Aye,” replies Maryam. She listens politely while Dubh inquires about job openings but she eventually cuts him off and replies abruptly, “We’re not hiring at the moment. You might like to apply with the city guard, they hire all sorts of riff raff.”
"Riff Raff?" Dubh Diabhal asks, offended.
"Riff Raff? What have I done to deserve such an insult? That you speak to me in such a way? My clothes may be simple but they are clean and untattered. I myself am clean and devoid of offensive oder. I was polite and kind. Pray tell, what stick climbed it's way up your ass that you are so rude and insulting to a patron of the museum who merely inquired about employment opportunities?" Gorm continues, his offense only growing, as is the volume of his voice.
"If you were a man and not on duty I would surely make you pay for such an insult... Be glad that you are surrounded by subordinates who are paid to protect you. Surely that is the only way you can get away with such crassness."
"I sincerely do apologize, I wasn't aware you as a curator had that responsibility and no one to take care of such things for you or at least assist you with it. I represent a noble family who is the benefactor of many museums and other cultural institutions along the Sword Coast and they were thrilled to hear about what has been unearthed in the excavations of the Murkmire. I can assure you that if they decide to support your institution you would have staff to let you focus on your calling as a curator and not at hosting galas. If you are too busy to hear more about what they have to offer I will of course take my leave and disturb you no more." Luci says in an apologetic tone and bows politely.
Diplomacy/Deception: 14
(I suppose it is likely that this roll would beat the curators insight but since I consider this an important roll Luci will use a luck point from his devils luck feat to roll again :-)
Lucky Diplomacy/Deception: 13
“Pardon me Sir,” says Maryam through clenched teeth and a forced smile. “I didn’t realize you were a museum patron in addition to being someone begging me for a job on our busiest day of the year. Applicants are normally referred to me by the captain of the guard after many years of service and glowing performance reviews. We do not hire riff… err, citizens who just wander in here off the streets, so kindly excuse my confusion,” she says with a mixture of sarcasm and barely contained rage.
Joorin stared at the closed door for a while. The rudeness of the guards took him aback for a moment and he wanted to force the door open and demand satisfaction. But that would probably be a poor decision making him person nongrata in the museum. Or at the very least make it hard to go unnoticed at the gala later that evening.
Turning his back to the door he headed over to the stairs and began making his way up them. They were not as bad as he had made out to the guard...but still far larger than was strictly comfortable to climb. In any respectable halfling constructed building there are gentle slopes rising from one floor to the other; mimicking the hills and glades of nature. After all, who wants to climb a mountain instead of enjoying a leisurely jaunt over some rolling hills.
Making his way to the second floor, Joorin headed over to the cafe to meet with his compatriots and compare notes.
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With a sigh the curator says, “Fine, come in Mr… what was it again?”
A solid oak desk stands on a plush carpet in the center of this office. In the southeast corner, a strange, human-sized doll is posed in an elaborate silk dress.
“I really do need to make this quick,” she continues. “Among other tasks, I still need to place these placards in the Grand Entrance before the guests start arriving.” Then with a sly grin she adds, “Perhaps you would assist me with that? That would free up some of my time to be able to hear you out.”
Persuasion: 6
It dawns on Dubh that in letting his emotions make him respond in kind at the first insult that he’s likely made it such that this woman will recognize him tonight. That’s not a good thing. There’s also no way to undo it… unless…
“My apologies, I did not know this was a retirement home for the washed up and incapable,” Dubh says with a sneer and makes a show of looking her up and down. “It really should have been obvious though with the likes of you in charge. No way a real security team could be led by the likes of you…”
“Would you happen to know any place hiring people who are actually useful and capable?”
Dubh’s original intention had been to try to garner some information about the guards, their habits, if really lucky their schedule. Now he figures he needs to get this guard off the floor for tonight for surely she’ll recognize him and if not thrown out immediately he’d at least be a target all night.
(what is the situation around these two? They alone in a hallway? In a room with people watching? Trying to figure out next steps… try to get her to strike him or… *shrug*)
(It seems like Maryam and Dubh are on the same page regarding what should happen next)
Maryam’s smile suddenly broadens and she waves over one of the other guards. After she whispers something to him he glances at Dubh and then nods.
“Please follow me Sir,” Maryam says with a smile and she attempts to escort Dubh towards the stairs.
(I will continue the post assuming that Dubh complies with being escorted. If instead he resists then I will modify this post accordingly. In either case please ROLL INITIATIVE)
Maryam escorts Dubh down the stairs and into the northernmost door to what appears to be a break room. Two guards sit at a small table sipping tea until a glare and a hand signal from Maryam causes them to scurry out of the room. Maryam continues to a staircase in the NE corner and proceeds down into a dusty basement.
Boxes and crates are piled here in groups. Enormous warehouse doors take up much of the basement's northern wall. Dubh recognizes the doors having recently seen them from the opposite side.
Maryam proceeds into the room and turns to face Dubh. “Normally we simply remove ignorant fools like you from the premises, but since you saw fit insult my gender and you think me less than a male, I figured you could do with a lesson in humility on your way out.”
With a deft flick of her wrist her shortsword clatters to the floor and she raises her fists menacingly.
Initiative: 21
Dubh gives the guard called over a quizzical look and a shrug, trying to look bemused. He follows dutifully and while he does he makes eye contact and smiles at as many people as he can. “Hi guys,” Dubh says to the guards on break. All in all he’s adopting the attitude that all is good and roses…
Until he is in the basement alone with her.
“With, you have been begging for this beating since we met. I simply asked about a job, you’re the one who made this personal… so don’t be crying about having to accept the repercussions,” Dubh sneers and adopts the ready position.
Initiative: 8
…
With a burst of speed that catches Dubh off guard, Maryam lashes out with a left jab…
7
The blow is clumsy and not nearly as skilled as Dinh’s usual sparring partners. He dodges it easily.