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[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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[enarms]

You didn't.

[priorly]

Party planning, mostly. Irregular work but it stopped up the gaps in my meager family inheritance. Party planning, catering, a little club design. All for the rich and would-be fabulous. Their money, my style.

[enarms]

Well I've just been robbed of an admin assistant before I had the chance to gain one.

[priorly]

You may have noticed the distinct lack of the rich and fabulous among us.

[enarms]

I'm fairly certain my boss owns half of the Entertainment District and has fingers in the other half. There's bound to be some call for a skillset like that on the semi-regular.

[priorly]

I thought her job openings were all whores or working the doors. Or the bar, if we want to sacrifice the rhyme. You really think it's worth asking?

[enarms]

She wasn't looking for a doctor and I've been gainfully employed for months. It's worth asking.

[priorly]

So it was your suggestion? Here was I assuming she head-hunted the best.

[enarms]

Flattery gets you everywhere.

Yeah I went to her. Didn't want anything to do with the Sanctuary, signing up to the police force/army of a city I'd lived in for less than a month seemed like a bad idea, so it made sense.

[priorly]

Of a sort. And lo, you found a sanctuary of your own, filled with instruments and implements the like of which you'd never seen.

Well, it can't hurt to see what's on offer.

[enarms]

Can't hurt a bit. Go into it confident, have a pitch ready. She'll raise you what she actually needs and you can go from there.

Have you eaten yet? I can bring something in.

[priorly]

Not since... yesterday, I think. Are you a cook, too?

[enarms]

Prior.

[priorly]

You're a prior? Now there's a coincidence you could have mentioned before.

[enarms]

Funny. I'm bringing you a meal.

[priorly]

I tried, before the lecture. Or I thought about trying. My stomach didn't like the thought so I gave it up before any more violent rebellion.

But yes, bring a meal, let's make it a dinner date.

[enarms]

Ok. I'll bring something light. Be about half an hour.

By the way, I'm practically a celebrity now. Get ready to dine with a Wyver C-lister.

[priorly]

And the reason you thought I was talking to you was?

Don't think I missed seeing your name in lights. Well, paint. You mean the signs?

[enarms]

Apparently people actually read them. It's been making giving this cure out a bloody nightmare. Though one's mysteriously gone missing.

And by mysteriously gone missing I mean I'm also a petty criminal now. Keep an eye on those pearls.

[priorly]

Oh, I'd assumed those were bough for receptionists by the celebrity doctors who hired them.

Can it be criminal if it has your name on? Unless it was a wanted poster...

[enarms]

Oh, you were out for a bonus before you'd even had your interview. I see.

Good point. I'll call you in to defend me if I get caught.

[priorly]

Well I think potential deserves its reward, don't you?

And what are you doing with it? There's a nice open spot on your office door.

[enarms]

I think I dodged a pricey bullet.

God only knows. Technically I was an accomplice. The goods are out of my hands. Unlike dinner. Have you got the stomach for wine?

[ not really the thing for a doctor to bring to the table, but something about the way the evening's warm air feels to breathe reminds him of it. a glass or two might be nice. ]

[priorly]

I'll make a brave effort.

But wait, you stole the sign about yourself for someone else? An admirer?

[enarms]

No, his name's on it as well. Dorian?