"Due to the possible permanent absence of our two main staff, we are now hiring. Inquire inside."
The void bug looks at the note, then walks up to the counter. It points at the door, then behind the bar. It seems to be asking what happened.
Mila glances at the note before turning back to staring at the metal 'storage' door, as if she could will it to open. "Well, now it just seems suspicious."
Lana is at the counter. "Are you asking where Henry and Hannah went? Because I have no idea..."
A yellow cat beast person walks up behind Mila. "Whatcha lookin' at?'
The bug nods, then seems kinda sad that nobody knows. It points at itself, then behind the bar. It's asking if it can help.
"That door. It seems like it should lead to some sort of storage area, but it's too heavily armored and I've never seen anyone come in or out of it. Now that the owners have gone missing, I really want to know what's behind it."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
The door to the bar swings open, and in walks a tall stranger in a tattered white-and-gray anorak jacket. As he walks, he swishes his fluffy gray tail, flicking raindrops every which way. His face is weathered and scarred, blood dripping down his chin from a freshly split lip, a remnant of a recent fistfight. You might have said he had a baby face, sometime before all those scars sprouted up, before his eyes took on a gruff, haunted look. Perched above that face, nestled in his prematurely gray hair, are a pair of tufty cat ears. The puffy jacket he wears does a lot to pad out his wiry frame, making him look a lot more muscular than he actually is. He staggers up to the bar and calls out in his smoky voice "Heard there was a job here"
A brown-furred weasel woman is manning the counter, washing some cups and pouring drinks.
"Oh thank goodness! I'm so tired of having to do everything while Henry and Hannah are gone." Lana notices the wound and winces. "Are you okay? Looks like you got a little beat up."
He wipes the blood from his mouth. "Oh. yeah. mfine."
"So how soon can you start?"
He glances at his watch. "Now. And I can work nights. But I gotta be home by the morning."
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He takes out his wallet and presents his ID. "Doctor Mirigod Mandragora."
Passive Perception or Insight 15 or higher:
He checked his own ID for a split second.
Lana is too busy to notice the glance, but still seems suspicious.
"I- whatever. If you can help me out, I don't care who you are. But why wouldn't a doctor need work at a bar on such short notice?"
"I need a day job. I have PhDs in toxicology, both scientific and medical. People find that suspicious, and human patients, the ones who can afford such specific types of medicine, don't trust beast people. Overall, people don't want to hire me if they can avoid it. They think I'll get feathers in their operating rooms or something." He shrugs. "I've studied alcohol and its effects on various types of bodies, particularly when combined with other types of drinks and intoxicants, and I have a bartender's license that I've been maintaining since college."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"There were two cakes. One was poisoned, one wasn't. Somehow, they all wound up eating the poisoned one while the other went untouched. I'm guessing whoever made the cakes knew these people." He points to the red box in his truck. "That has the poisoned cake it. All of it. I don't suggest going to the crime scene, since we haven't moved the bodies out yet."
'Hmm. Dead guys been looted yet?'
"Nope. Careful not to get any blood on you, you might get sick. Also, if you find anything that might help with the investigation, I'd like to know about it."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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The bug nods, then seems kinda sad that nobody knows. It points at itself, then behind the bar. It's asking if it can help.
"That door. It seems like it should lead to some sort of storage area, but it's too heavily armored and I've never seen anyone come in or out of it. Now that the owners have gone missing, I really want to know what's behind it."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I live under a rock, but at least it's a pretty cool rock!
He glances at his watch. "Now. And I can work nights. But I gotta be home by the morning."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I need a day job. I have PhDs in toxicology, both scientific and medical. People find that suspicious, and human patients, the ones who can afford such specific types of medicine, don't trust beast people. Overall, people don't want to hire me if they can avoid it. They think I'll get feathers in their operating rooms or something." He shrugs. "I've studied alcohol and its effects on various types of bodies, particularly when combined with other types of drinks and intoxicants, and I have a bartender's license that I've been maintaining since college."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nope. Careful not to get any blood on you, you might get sick. Also, if you find anything that might help with the investigation, I'd like to know about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.