#leviiathan

Oh this?

This is beautiful.

She had an idea in her mind but first she wanted to gauge some interest. Well, she was going to do it regardless, but she told herself she was doing this to fool herself into thinking she was being responsible. Clutching a leaflet in hand, she approached another person.

“Excuse me, sorry to bother thee but-” 

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Feferi!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 242.

You will retain everything you were previously given.

Admittedly, you’ve been making a lot of crashing noises down in this weird basement entrance. But, it’s for the sake of cleaning, and taking down this archway that’s definitely not up to code. So, you poke your head out, plaster dust all through your hair, and beam up at this strange troll.

“RIG)(T AS RAIN! Just a little chaotic. No need to be worried t)(oug)(, I PROMIS-E! W)(at aboat YOU, t)(oug)(? )(ow’s t)(e world up t)(ere?”

Galekh, admittedly, wasn’t expecting a Tyrian to be the source of all the noise. He wasn’t even aware of the existence of any of her caste in Spirale. So when Feferi peeked up at him, he jolted just a little, blinking a moment as he tried to push back his startle response. She... seemed nice enough. Better than Trizza, anyways. Here goes nothing...

“I, um... Are you sure? That’s... a lot of noise.1”

There was a slight nervous tinge to his voice, scratching at his cheek as he stared down at the oddly cheery seadweller.

Memo had a stack of posters sticking out of her tote bag while she finished sticking one up against the wall of Rapturous. The flier was for the charity she was running, one focused on support for non-humans both like herself and not.

Feferi had been kind enough to let her hang a poster on her wall, in exchange for Memo helping advertise their shows (which she would have been happy to do anyway, seeing as Feferi’s club’s prime demographic was nonhumans).

“... It’s a little crooked.”

She stepped back, looking at the poster from a couple feet away. Yep... definitely crooked. “Oh well. It’ll still get the point across. Thank you so much for letting me put it up, Fef!”

You’re schedule is so clear it’s scary. You can’t remember the last day you had free time like this and its more horrifying than it is relaxing. So instead of pacing around your new hive you’re out and about trying to learn the city layout and (hopefully) make some new contacts and clients. 

You figure you should start with your own ward, though it doesn’t help that it’s practically a maze. And not 5 minutes in and you’re lost. You glance around looking for anyone who might be able to help you when you’re ganderbulbs fall on the most wonderful and terrifying sight: An Heiress.  

You consider quickly walking past and not making contact but it seems too good an opportunity to waste. A chance to let your business card be placed in the hands of Royalty. 

EXCUSE ME PRINCESS MY NAME IS STELSA SEZYAT AND WEVE NEVER MET BUT IM NEW TO THE AREA AND HAVE BEEN IN SEARCH OF CLIENTS SHOULD YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE WITH SECRETARIAL DUTIES OR THE OCCASIONAL AUDITERRORIZING I WOULD BE HAPPY TO LEND YOU MY SERVICES