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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A well-dressed skunkbeast stands ready with a backpack on and a little cap that reads 'Parcel Delivery' on his head. Despite this, a skunk beast he remains, and on four paws he resides. "Meeting's here," he calls out to anyone that'll listen. "Damn it all, we need a real office..."<br> <br>Wearing his usual duds, Otto scampers up the steps and into the meeting area, a smile on his face and a kick in his step evident to all, even the least observant of mutants. It was a good day, right amidst the best of the holdiays, was it not? He moves up towards the skunk beast and clasps his paws, "Here? Alright then! On with the show, and what not!" the canine beams, tail wagging excitedly behind him. It was about time he'd met the other people working this duty.<br> <br>A real office would surely come eventually, but it was early days for many things in this restoration, and the postal service was indeed one. Max, for his part, simply seems to be wandering by at the time, on way out to parts unknown, only to glance his way over at the little gathering, a turn in his step choosing to divert his way on over. Who said roadside recruitment wasn't a possibility? "Good to see it's being made official.", he notes, more to himself than to anyone else.<br> <br>Skylar trails right behind Otto, zipping up her jacket as the cold starts to get to her. She cups her hands in her face and huffs a few times to get the cold out of her snout. "Couldn't we just get one of those makeshift tents...? Beats being out in the open in this season..." <br> <br>Miru was running towards the meet up location as soon as she heard the broadcast. reaching the place, the okami stopped in her tracks and began panting heavily as she recuperated. She was not a parcel delivery officer, any people who worked for this service would know. "Hello, I heard about this little meeting, and I was wondering if you had the time to answer a couple of questions, for citizens wondering about this new delivery service." Miru said excitedly as she looked over the skunk beast, "Well, I can also help if necessary as well." She quickly added with a sheepish smile. <br> <br>Khaybat is kind of following after Otto, Mokou and Skylar though she's staring at one of their tushes in particular. Then again she couldn't really help herself either! Although having never been pregnant--or egged--before she wasn't sure if the heat she's constantly in was part of it normally or from the pill she was given beforehand. Either way she ends up squeaking and sliding to a stop when the others do, then looks around at their surroundings.<br> <br>The skunk beast perks an ear at Miru. "Huh? Wait, I heard of this somewhere... What was it... papa-sazzi or something? You one of those? Huh... Never met one of those. Oh, rest of you." He waves a paw at the lot of the crowd. "We need a map, a good map. We need to know what roads are fastest and safest to get to and from places so we can get people's stuff to them as quick as possible."<br> <br>Skylar ponders for a moment, crossing her arms and wings to protect herself from the chill. "So...we need to basically map out all of the city and make notes of...iffy places to avoid? That'll take a while to do."<br> <br>Maxwell steps forward as people call for a map, and while he does dig around in his backpack for a bit, prying out paper, it is unfortunately not the precious map he's asking for. Thankfully, pencil soon comes with it! "My wife keeps good tabs on some of the eastern parts of the city, and I know the rooftops pretty well... Does anyone have a proper old world map of the place? We could draw one out, but it's going to be rough."<br> <br>"A map?" Otto quirks a brow, then reaches into his pack, pulling out a laptop. "I got something on here, but..." he scratches his head and shrugs "Not really reliable. Some pre-P-day files, and so much has changed since then that I doubt these things..." he is cut short when Maxwell speaks out. "Oh... I guess they CAN be useful. Yeah, I got exactly what you need. Though, you'll uh, have to find me a working printer if you want them on paper..."<br> <br>Back into the thick of things, Mokou pulled herself up and threw herself back out there. Information as much as procurement of a job, location or something of the sort... Didn't so much matter as the name that was given with it. Mail. Delivery. Parcel Packages. The ability not perhaps to ship, but to deliver. That... The little lass felt herself grin as she continued on up that beat roadside. A few familiar faces, and a particular skunk lad bent... No, Bestial. Ah, O-course. Not that it was any matter, as long as they knew what was going on... Didn't so much matter as what they looked or worked as. As for what they knew? Well... if those ears of hers picked up on anything, twas something basic enough. "A map, hmm?" Moving on closer, the little lass had to raise a brow at the statement. "Well, knowing the layout of the city is good and all, but most people can find that on the old files. Pre-P Day..." A pause... a familiar jackal and racoon speaking up... "Ah, much like that. An old map can provide the overall, the updates can fill out the new... And then we simply have to figure out who lives where... I believe." A quirk of her brow was given back to the little skunk. "Or, were you just looking for the physical location of things on a map of sorts?"<br> <br>Miru takes a deep breath as her heart rate slowly goes back to normal, raising a brow at the skunk beast's response, "Papa-sazzi...? Paparazzi?! Biscuits!! How dare you?! I am a journalist with integrity." The little canine suddenly catches herself and coughs, cheeks reddening at the outburst. "Err, no I am not paparazzi. I am just here to write a report on this new parcel delivery service you guys are operating. Look at it this way, I can refer people to you so that you can get more recruits." Miru says in a slightly apologetic tone. <br> <br>Khaybat goes to cling to Skylar though instead of attempting to lewd them she seems to share this chilliness and is attempting to warm up with the other dragoness! She thought being something that breathes fire would keep her warmer! Then again she doesn't tend to leave the Zephyr building a whole lot and has trouble keeping track of how cold it's gotten. Yet as she cuddles up with the Skylar she looks over their shoulder, trying to watch and listen as the skunk beast talks to them!<br> <br>"Do I look like I have a printing anything?" The skunk shakes his head. "Talking with the ladies instead of jumping on them is still kinda new to me." His eyes wander over the females. "And not fighting the men for, you know, alpha position. It's a bold new world and all that, so all I got is this hat." He sits down on his haunches. "Little lady, you want to help? You know how to get around the city? Do that, write it down, you know, with a pencil or whatever ya got. I'd do it, but, eh, fingers." He raises a paw and wriggles his claws that look quite unfitting for any agile work. "We didn't all get lucky on the nanite wheel of fortune." |
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A well-dressed skunkbeast stands ready with a backpack on and a little cap that reads 'Parcel Delivery' on his head. Despite this, a skunk beast he remains, and on four paws he resides. "Meeting's here," he calls out to anyone that'll listen. "Damn it all, we need a real office..."
Wearing his usual duds, Otto scampers up the steps and into the meeting area, a smile on his face and a kick in his step evident to all, even the least observant of mutants. It was a good day, right amidst the best of the holdiays, was it not? He moves up towards the skunk beast and clasps his paws, "Here? Alright then! On with the show, and what not!" the canine beams, tail wagging excitedly behind him. It was about time he'd met the other people working this duty.
A real office would surely come eventually, but it was early days for many things in this restoration, and the postal service was indeed one. Max, for his part, simply seems to be wandering by at the time, on way out to parts unknown, only to glance his way over at the little gathering, a turn in his step choosing to divert his way on over. Who said roadside recruitment wasn't a possibility? "Good to see it's being made official.", he notes, more to himself than to anyone else.
Skylar trails right behind Otto, zipping up her jacket as the cold starts to get to her. She cups her hands in her face and huffs a few times to get the cold out of her snout. "Couldn't we just get one of those makeshift tents...? Beats being out in the open in this season..."
Miru was running towards the meet up location as soon as she heard the broadcast. reaching the place, the okami stopped in her tracks and began panting heavily as she recuperated. She was not a parcel delivery officer, any people who worked for this service would know. "Hello, I heard about this little meeting, and I was wondering if you had the time to answer a couple of questions, for citizens wondering about this new delivery service." Miru said excitedly as she looked over the skunk beast, "Well, I can also help if necessary as well." She quickly added with a sheepish smile.
Khaybat is kind of following after Otto, Mokou and Skylar though she's staring at one of their tushes in particular. Then again she couldn't really help herself either! Although having never been pregnant--or egged--before she wasn't sure if the heat she's constantly in was part of it normally or from the pill she was given beforehand. Either way she ends up squeaking and sliding to a stop when the others do, then looks around at their surroundings.
The skunk beast perks an ear at Miru. "Huh? Wait, I heard of this somewhere... What was it... papa-sazzi or something? You one of those? Huh... Never met one of those. Oh, rest of you." He waves a paw at the lot of the crowd. "We need a map, a good map. We need to know what roads are fastest and safest to get to and from places so we can get people's stuff to them as quick as possible."
Skylar ponders for a moment, crossing her arms and wings to protect herself from the chill. "So...we need to basically map out all of the city and make notes of...iffy places to avoid? That'll take a while to do."
Maxwell steps forward as people call for a map, and while he does dig around in his backpack for a bit, prying out paper, it is unfortunately not the precious map he's asking for. Thankfully, pencil soon comes with it! "My wife keeps good tabs on some of the eastern parts of the city, and I know the rooftops pretty well... Does anyone have a proper old world map of the place? We could draw one out, but it's going to be rough."
"A map?" Otto quirks a brow, then reaches into his pack, pulling out a laptop. "I got something on here, but..." he scratches his head and shrugs "Not really reliable. Some pre-P-day files, and so much has changed since then that I doubt these things..." he is cut short when Maxwell speaks out. "Oh... I guess they CAN be useful. Yeah, I got exactly what you need. Though, you'll uh, have to find me a working printer if you want them on paper..."
Back into the thick of things, Mokou pulled herself up and threw herself back out there. Information as much as procurement of a job, location or something of the sort... Didn't so much matter as the name that was given with it. Mail. Delivery. Parcel Packages. The ability not perhaps to ship, but to deliver. That... The little lass felt herself grin as she continued on up that beat roadside. A few familiar faces, and a particular skunk lad bent... No, Bestial. Ah, O-course. Not that it was any matter, as long as they knew what was going on... Didn't so much matter as what they looked or worked as. As for what they knew? Well... if those ears of hers picked up on anything, twas something basic enough. "A map, hmm?" Moving on closer, the little lass had to raise a brow at the statement. "Well, knowing the layout of the city is good and all, but most people can find that on the old files. Pre-P Day..." A pause... a familiar jackal and racoon speaking up... "Ah, much like that. An old map can provide the overall, the updates can fill out the new... And then we simply have to figure out who lives where... I believe." A quirk of her brow was given back to the little skunk. "Or, were you just looking for the physical location of things on a map of sorts?"
Miru takes a deep breath as her heart rate slowly goes back to normal, raising a brow at the skunk beast's response, "Papa-sazzi...? Paparazzi?! Biscuits!! How dare you?! I am a journalist with integrity." The little canine suddenly catches herself and coughs, cheeks reddening at the outburst. "Err, no I am not paparazzi. I am just here to write a report on this new parcel delivery service you guys are operating. Look at it this way, I can refer people to you so that you can get more recruits." Miru says in a slightly apologetic tone.
Khaybat goes to cling to Skylar though instead of attempting to lewd them she seems to share this chilliness and is attempting to warm up with the other dragoness! She thought being something that breathes fire would keep her warmer! Then again she doesn't tend to leave the Zephyr building a whole lot and has trouble keeping track of how cold it's gotten. Yet as she cuddles up with the Skylar she looks over their shoulder, trying to watch and listen as the skunk beast talks to them!
"Do I look like I have a printing anything?" The skunk shakes his head. "Talking with the ladies instead of jumping on them is still kinda new to me." His eyes wander over the females. "And not fighting the men for, you know, alpha position. It's a bold new world and all that, so all I got is this hat." He sits down on his haunches. "Little lady, you want to help? You know how to get around the city? Do that, write it down, you know, with a pencil or whatever ya got. I'd do it, but, eh, fingers." He raises a paw and wriggles his claws that look quite unfitting for any agile work. "We didn't all get lucky on the nanite wheel of fortune."
