[ such an official little tap tap. the boss mumbles to either of his lackey soldiers who just nod in agreement like no that's legit. he's survey corps (real) (not clickbait). ]
Well then. Questions, man. I suppose you have 'em.
[ a glance at the pocket watch briefly, his thumb rubbing the side of it, a worn groove. this watch is old. ]
Time's money, so make it quick or make it worth it.
Let's start with your name, your role or status on the planet, and the amount of time that you've lived here for our demographic record. [ can he have a little notebook and a pen. if so he will click the pen very officially and write shit down. if not then ignore this ] If you please - the official statement is required.
[ huhu... this is his jam... his jelly... the spread of his choice on his toast of truth.
and yeah, i don't see any harm. gives you all little notebooks and pens. the tiny flimsy kind. they're nondescript and have no logo on them. they are in the pockets of your suits. ]
So many questions... [ he coughs a little behind his mask. ] I'm the Boös. That's what you can call me — and I'm the owner of Fleisch Enterprises. I've lived here since the very beginning since my temple was but a humble plant with hardly anyone to fill it. So years.
[ watches his angelic radiance. slam dunks it. the man just folds his hands over his furs. ]
I am a man of means, and the plant is my temple. All those who enter are inducted into my cult of labor... This is the way of the world. There are those who eat meat, and those whose palms remain open to be paid. Simple as that.
I see. A man of a shrewd business acumen, indeed. [ his expression remains placid despite the fact he immediately thinks this man sucks monkey nuts. it sounds like a compliment when he says it, or at least full of respect, even though it means he's garbage. anyway ]
[ eesh. again his expression does not change but also this guy Sucks. it's probably good that temenos has this guy huh ]
1800....[ writing, writing. ] That is quite the workforce. Is it to your satisfaction in terms of production? Does it fluctuate in number, or stay particularly steady?
[ he taps his pen against the notebook, idle.... and then makes an oh! noise, like he's remembering something. ]
Perhaps we can keep an eye out for him. If our report finds that you've lost profit because of an unapproved or extended absence of a high ranking employee, the Corps may be able to compensate you for the lost amount. Just to keep things running smoothly, between your supply and the demand of the, what was it you said, outstretched palms? We would hate for that to be harmed.
... though, we will need a bit more detail to properly calculate that total. If that were something you were interested in, of course.
while he's standing here and i'm thinking about it, you mentioned he scratched as his ear a couple times. is there anything visibly noticeable as to why? ]
Noted. [ scribble scribble. ] Is there anything that the corps can do for you?
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Well then. Questions, man. I suppose you have 'em.
[ a glance at the pocket watch briefly, his thumb rubbing the side of it, a worn groove. this watch is old. ]
Time's money, so make it quick or make it worth it.
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Indeed I do.
Let's start with your name, your role or status on the planet, and the amount of time that you've lived here for our demographic record. [ can he have a little notebook and a pen. if so he will click the pen very officially and write shit down. if not then ignore this ] If you please - the official statement is required.
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and yeah, i don't see any harm. gives you all little notebooks and pens. the tiny flimsy kind. they're nondescript and have no logo on them. they are in the pockets of your suits. ]
So many questions... [ he coughs a little behind his mask. ] I'm the Boös. That's what you can call me — and I'm the owner of Fleisch Enterprises. I've lived here since the very beginning since my temple was but a humble plant with hardly anyone to fill it. So years.
[ so specific...... ]
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[ with a very kind and slightly apologetic smile. look at him he's an angel
anyway. flesh enterprises. gross! he makes an 'mhm' noise, writing, writing. ] Your temple, you say?
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I am a man of means, and the plant is my temple. All those who enter are inducted into my cult of labor... This is the way of the world. There are those who eat meat, and those whose palms remain open to be paid. Simple as that.
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I see. A man of a shrewd business acumen, indeed. [ his expression remains placid despite the fact he immediately thinks this man sucks monkey nuts. it sounds like a compliment when he says it, or at least full of respect, even though it means he's garbage. anyway ]
Approximately how many do you currently employ?
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[ and hums. ]
Last count was... 1,800 under my employ.
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[ eesh. again his expression does not change but also this guy Sucks. it's probably good that temenos has this guy huh ]
1800....[ writing, writing. ] That is quite the workforce. Is it to your satisfaction in terms of production? Does it fluctuate in number, or stay particularly steady?
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[ another cough. ]
Production could always be bigger. Better. Faster.
[ obtaining satisfaction? impossible. ]
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Indeed. Do they make particularly good workers, or do you often find them in need of replacing?
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I let others do that.
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Been a little flighty though, haven't heard from 'im in a couple days.
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A couple of days...? Is that normal?
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[ rubbing his ear a little. ]
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[ he taps his pen against the notebook, idle.... and then makes an oh! noise, like he's remembering something. ]
Perhaps we can keep an eye out for him. If our report finds that you've lost profit because of an unapproved or extended absence of a high ranking employee, the Corps may be able to compensate you for the lost amount. Just to keep things running smoothly, between your supply and the demand of the, what was it you said, outstretched palms? We would hate for that to be harmed.
... though, we will need a bit more detail to properly calculate that total. If that were something you were interested in, of course.
[ dangles the dollar signs metaphorically ]
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[ a nod towards the direction of the plant, his arms folding. sure, you can try and dangle the dollar signs. ]
Wouldn't be surprised if he's in there right now, maybe, still caught up in work.
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[ io is negotiating a way inside and temenos like here man i got it. do i have relevant info? (wavey hand noise)
anyway ] Does the population within your temple have much contact with those who are outside?
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[ they get no outside time. ever. ]
The most important part of a barn is a good lock, after all.
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[ barn. and temple. ]
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...I see. How efficient.
[ cool! ]
Are there any particular inefficiencies you're concerned about at this time?
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No. Our procedures are rather efficient as they are - no complaints here beyond the fact that we could always do better.
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while he's standing here and i'm thinking about it, you mentioned he scratched as his ear a couple times. is there anything visibly noticeable as to why? ]
Noted. [ scribble scribble. ] Is there anything that the corps can do for you?
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I would say... no. I've everything I need, dear Survey Corpsman.
[ he coughs. grossly so, his glassy eyes wetting a little bit, red around the edges. ]
And watch your back. These people will turn on you as fast as they smile at you.
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