Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150610183743

Ochre returned the phone, smiling. He checked his pocket watch. Ten-thirty. Plenty of time to set up shop.

"Trigo, gather some supplies while you can.  We have a guest coming, and we should show him the proper formalities."

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Trigo walked up to the concierge desk, glad to see the gentleman occupying it looked reasonable enough.

"Morning, good sir!  I need a little help procuring some supplies," he proclaimed, placing a half-sheet of paper on the desk. The concierge's head tilted as he read the list.

"May I ask as to why you need these supplies?"

Trigo gestured oddly, like a philospher making an example. As he did so, a wad of Lien fell from his suit coat, which the concierge carefully pocketed.

"Why, you ask?" the Vacuan pondered out loud. "I think our culture these days spends too much time on the why, and not enough time on why not.  Wouldn't you agree?"

"Completely, sir," the concierge beamed. "I'll get right on this."

"Perfect"