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Post by Alicia Johnson on Jul 6, 2017 22:28:08 GMT -7
Alicia always figured that if she was going to be a surveyor that she should eventually check out the association. She hoped it would have been when she had awesome magical abilities and could go pew pew or something for everyone, but that clearly wasn't happening. It was a long time coming, and she was starting to have fewer and fewer excuses to avoid it despite her lack of pew pew abilities. She arrived alone and didn't bother to talk to anyone there. They all seemed busy and she could handle this herself.
The building they had was bigger than she expected it to be. Surveyors were important sure, but they were such a tiny part of the population that she didn't think they'd need so much space. There weren't any traditional classrooms, but they did appear to have a huge hall full of stuff monstrosities that people were hitting with various types of weapons. There was a range for long ranged target practice too. The entry area had a coffee maker, a water cooler, a small refrigerator with no lock, a small microwave, and a small eating area. For a snack break to make sure all those people beating on stuffed toys didn't keel over from over exertion she guessed. There were flyers everywhere with current events and people trying to form groups to go into the jungle or wasteland. Alicia took some time to read them all, it was important to stay caught up on events after all, before moving on.
Given how big the place was and how many helpful looking people were around, Alicia was sure she could have asked for a tour or something. But this was the Surveying Association, and she was trying to be a surveyor. They were basically explorers, so asking someone to show her around instead of doing it herself seemed silly. There were also a couple of doors clearly marked as employees only, but she was supposed to be an explorer! She wanted to know everything they had to offer, even if they didn't actually offer it. It made sense in her head at the very least.
Her first investigation involved one of those doors clearly marked employees only that she was going to completely ignore. Alicia expected it to be locked, but much to her surprise she was actually able to open it. Carefully and silently, she pushed it open and glanced around. There was no one here, and there didn't appear to be anything in this hallway but boring offices. Closing the door behind her, she crept in and made her way down the hall. Some of the offices had people in them, so she avoided those, but she tried the knob on the ones that looked empty. None of them opened much to her displeasure. Further down the hall and around the corner, one of the doors were open and lead to a completely empty office. The occupant might have just needed to go to the bathroom or something, but all Alicia saw was an opportunity. What did these people work on anyway and why did they need so many offices? She had to know. Quietly, she moved into the office and started looking through the papers on the owner's desk.
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Jul 8, 2017 15:38:00 GMT -7
Post by Tristan Carter on Jul 8, 2017 15:38:00 GMT -7
If there was any one skill developed from his time as a surveyor that Tristan would say was the greatest asset to his work for the Mafia, it would be his ability to thoroughly "survey" his environment. While consistently useful, it was most convenient when he was trying to find an item or information that the possessor would likely want to keep to themselves. Ever the champion of the common man, he was always willing to help free people from the weight of a material life or keeping their secrets to themselves. What was done once they were "freed" was ultimately none of his concern.
However, even though he was clearly the best champion of the common man, he was definitely not above using his skills simply for the sake of sating his curiosity or boredom. Considering how often he experienced both, he was starting to become moderately proficient at "surveying" locked rooms or otherwise restricted areas. He rarely expected to actually find anything remotely useful, but he'd been surprised a couple times. Once, he'd unknowingly found himself in the apartment of a lawyer who was having a scandalous affair with one of the Industrial District judges. Needless to say, the family approved of Tristan's source of amusement.
Today, he expected there was a decent shot of finding something at least of mild interest. He'd been curious about the specifics of being in the management position of the Surveyor Association for a while now. How many resources did they actually have? Where were they allocating these resources? Was it technically a for-profit or nonprofit organization? Who was the head honcho in charge? Some of his questions could probably be answered by employees, but they could also be answered while he found the answers to the questions that employees couldn't answer. It seemed an obvious choice.
Since the workers didn't have a set uniform, Tristan had little reason to actually sneak around. He'd be able to avoid most suspicion simply by looking like he belonged there. And so he did, not getting anything more than a passing glance once he entered an employees only section off the main lobby. He was also lucky enough not to have to pass by anyone already in the hallway. Nothing seemed unoccupied and of particular interest until he passed by a room that, by all appearances, should have been unoccupied but didn't sound like it. It was faint, but there were definitely sounds of things being moved around inside.
Peeking his head around the doorway, he spotted a young girl going through what he could only assume was someone else's things. Honestly, he was ever so slightly disheartened by the fact that someone had beaten him to his task. Immediately, he decided that the best thing to do was to get some small amount of payback. He stepped through the doorway, doing his best to block escape with his diminutive frame. "Excuse me, miss," he said calmly in a chastising voice, "are you lost? I don't think you're supposed to be back here."
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Jul 9, 2017 18:19:30 GMT -7
Post by Alicia Johnson on Jul 9, 2017 18:19:30 GMT -7
Unfortunately, what she found appeared to be some kind of accounting record for the snacks in the lounge and the stuff put into the vending machines. Really, the only thing interesting about it was that they had those cream filled chocolate things that she liked for less than the store she usually got them at, but a bargain hardly felt adventurous. Alicia was expecting something cooler, especially given how people talked about trips into Twilight Jungle and stuff. Accounting didn't have the same sense of danger or excitement.
There were a few footsteps outside, which wasn't the least bit surprising given this was apparently a bunch of offices. Alicia positioned herself far enough back that she didn't think she'd be noticed, and for the most part she wasn't. Most of the footsteps passed by and gradually grew more quiet until they faded away entirely. Until there was one that didn't. She sheepishly looked over at the person when he spoke. He could have at least picked a less conspicuous spot than the door to talk to her though couldn't he?
Alicia thought of it like that because it seemed unlikely that this was his office give then name plate said 'Elaine Hartman' and had a picture of her and a man holding a newborn baby. He did not seem like an Elaine, nor did it seem likely that he had a baby. He could have been part of the association, but given she wasn't being shooed and/or hit over the head with a broom, he either had a good sense of humor (and didn't mind people getting into their snack buying habits) or he wasn't actually part of the association. Either way was fine, it meant she didn't need to worry about someone getting upset with her for trespassing (yet).
"That depends, is this your office?"
She smiled pleasantly while continuing to spread around the papers on the desk. Even if she was pretty sure she already knew the answer to that question it still seemed like the best way to make her intentions clear.
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Post by Tristan Carter on Jul 25, 2017 13:28:43 GMT -7
Tristan neither knew nor cared to find out how the Surv. A.'s employees handled trespassers. If the young lady who beat him to breaking and entering had experience at being caught there, he was probably already discovered. If not, though, then he could probably get away with saying whatever sounded best at the time, so long as he said it with an air of confidence with maybe a sprinkling of amusement. Neither emotion was going to take any effort to fake.
"Can't say that it is," he stated in response to her question, "but I somehow suspect that it's not yours, either, kiddo. Not unless they've started to pay teens for being suspicious when I wasn't looking." The fact that she had returned to rummaging through the papers didn't help her case much. He didn't know the state of the office before her arrival, but even if he was wrong and she turned out to be there for mail or something, she seemed to be amazingly bad at her job.
He couldn't help but wonder why she was there in the first place. Odds were that she was there to satisfy her curiosity, like him. There was also the chance that she was there for one of the various groups of the city. Trying to tame the jungle and use its resources was probably something that Flourish didn't like, so they'd have reason to try and sabotage the association. Gnosis could probably find inspiration for experiments somewhere. He had thought that there might be something useful for the mafia, so it wasn't impossible that someone else thought so too; sending a kid was something they'd do, as a teen would be a lot less suspicious than an adult if they were caught. Apocalypse was also a thing that existed, but there didn't seem a whole lot for them to gain; maybe a list of surveyors with magic so they'd have some targets? He supposed it didn't really matter; she was already caught, after all.
"So, are you looking for anything specific?" He asked, shifting his weight to his left side, but not making any move away from the doorway. "For that matter, found anything interesting?"
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Post by Alicia Johnson on Jul 31, 2017 19:34:25 GMT -7
"Then it sounds like I'm exactly where I should be," she grinned.
Alicia had no idea why he felt the need to turn her perfectly innocent question back on her. It was a joke. It was clearly a joke. She was pretty sure even the most tone deaf of people would recognize it was a joke. It wasn't even the kind of joke that made it sound like she was accusing him of something. It was already pretty obvious that she didn't belong here too. It's not like she was trying to hide it. So she didn't get the accusatory tone. It was easy enough to shrug off though. There was no need for someone being Mr. Grumpy to throw her through a loop.
"I dunno, people keep telling me I'm a pro at it, so there must be some people getting paid for looking suspicious."
He continued to act like she was going to eat him or something, and she didn't get why. There didn't seem to be any reason to be so on edge. Alicia could buy that she was suspicious, but she was a scrawny little girl that probably couldn't do much of anything to anyone. Further, she was in the office of someone that probably managed getting snacks for surveyors and not much else. Not exactly important information. She didn't get it, so obviously the only thing she could do was keep rolling with it.
"Yeah, the association is embezzling millions from the government," she paused. "But more importantly, they have those great cream filled chocolate things for a lot less than the grocery store!"
She decided to leave which question she was answering to his imagination. One of those things was true the other...well she supposed it could have been true, but she wasn't going to find out by looking through these papers probably.
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