She is touring the facilitiy

[ironshodboots]

Who: Nazca and YOU!

What: A random day of temple visits, shopping, and job hunting.

Where: Around, probably mainly in the Aspic-Griss Twist vicinity

When: All day Coardi (say time of day if it matters in your tag)

Notes: Open to new or old acquaintances.

Warnings: None so far

It's now been long enough that Nazca has decided, however she got to Baedal, she's unlikely to be leaving it any time soon. As such, she is going to need a source of income, possibly a patron deity, and definitely some allies. She's been more or less shopping for all three.

She's never had to do anything like a job application before, so she's mainly wandering about and keeping her ears open. But she learns fast, and she's willing to take either honest or dishonest work as it finds her. She will also pay a respectful visit to the temple - she's kept up the practice of small offerings to all the gods for now, until she chooses one - and will likely end the day buying some food for supper.

It's a strange life, and she's restless in it, but it isn't all bad. Considering how she came, it could be much, much worse.

Comments

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

"I think the locals are used to it enough by now that it shouldn't be a problem. From what I've picked up from others in our cohort, they make an exception for new people and keep them on a trial basis."

[ironshodboots]

"It's all very organized, isn't it?" she says, almost deceptively idly. "They have quite a system."

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

He stops for a moment, and makes a small exhale of discontent. Usually the city and the state of his affairs before his death are pushed to a part of his mind, specifically the back of. "They do. I wonder, sometimes. It's clear they were brought here like we were, or else born here. Were things in their own world so bad, or have they given up hope and learnt to accept their gilded cage?"

[ironshodboots]

"I think it's a matter of expectation," she says, after a moment. She's not sure anyone else came exactly the way she did, but it's not the sort of thing she's prone to ask. At least not yet. "Some people have reasons they need to go back."

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well." His response shows that he might not really have anything to go back for, but that he's still coming to terms with it. "I suppose we can either make the best of things and strive to find answers. Or simply make the best of things."

...I though I hit post. WHOOPS.

[ironshodboots]

She smiles, wry and a little bitter despite herself. "Not much other choice, is there?"

no problem :3

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

"No. But enough of such thoughts," he says, forcing himself to brighten. "I'll be sure to pass along that you're looking for work, to Sir Integra or Princess Nuala, or anyone else who is in need of your skills."

[ironshodboots]

She let him leave the thought behind. No sense in brooding; less in encouraging someone else to do so.

"I appreciate your assistance. Truly."

[ofminastirith.livejournal.com]

"It's not a problem. Although, if you don't mind, I think I had better take these home and get some supper," he says, gesturing to the bag and smiling mildly in an attempt to shake off dreary thoughts. "It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Nazca."

[ironshodboots]

"Yours as well. I am sure we will meet again."