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[ 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.

[ this roque ass motherfucker ]

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?

Edited 2024-04-08 18:00 (UTC)

Fortune turns to all things to the advantage of those on whom she smiles.

[ and hums. ]

Last count was... 1,800 under my employ.

Quite.

[ 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?

Could do with more, criminals come a dime a dozen...

[ another cough. ]

Production could always be bigger. Better. Faster.

[ obtaining satisfaction? impossible. ]

[ he hums, a thoughtful noise, gaze focused on the notebook. ]

Indeed. Do they make particularly good workers, or do you often find them in need of replacing?

Mmm, wouldn't know. I don't run the plant. I just fund it at this point. Got better business than being knee-deep in the rabble.

I let others do that.

So noted. [ write write ] Have you had consistent leadership up to this point? Who is currently in charge of the plant?

My son, he runs the slaughterhouse for me. Weak-chinned kind of man, but all must pull their weight.

Been a little flighty though, haven't heard from 'im in a couple days.

[ a brief pause. ]

A couple of days...? Is that normal?

He gets up to whatever he gets up to, I suppose. Grown man he is.

[ rubbing his ear a little. ]

Of course.

[ 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 ]

Mmm, I think you're better off perhaps seeing to his place of work. Sometimes he gets rather tied up. Good work ethic, but bad communication skills.

[ 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.

Mm. We will certainly keep that in mind, sir, and we will keep you abreast of the results.

[ 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?

No, they're limited with contact to the outside, self-contained and managed from within.

[ they get no outside time. ever. ]

The most important part of a barn is a good lock, after all.

Both a barn and a temple?

Animals for keeping. Animals for slaughter.

[ barn. and temple. ]

[ oh i see where this is going and i don't like it ]

...I see. How efficient.

[ cool! ]

Are there any particular inefficiencies you're concerned about at this time?

[ the boss' shiny pocket watch comes out again, so shiny, tem can see his reflection in it. he gazes at the time. ]

No. Our procedures are rather efficient as they are - no complaints here beyond the fact that we could always do better.

[ blinks. weird.

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?

[ eh. he's an old man. maybe he's just got some itches that need scratching. the air here is so dry... ]

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.

[ hmm, gross. he dips his head politely, pretty much immediately on guard. if he was ever off guard. who knows. ]

Thank you for your concern, sir. We will do our utmost. If we hear from your son, we'll be sure to pass the message along.

[ and just a quick passing glance to his armed guards - do they look in a similar condition? ]

[ good man.

he responds, clipped, kind of like "how dare you have wasted my time with all of this god can't believe the audacity of outsiders." ]

Please do.

[ the soldiers beside him are wearing gas masks so it's hard to say, actually... they've coughed a couple of times, though softly so as not to disturb your conversation... imagine how incensed the boss would be....... ]

[ boy you're lucky i don't break into your mental palace and shatter your shields with a coerce

which i assume is something i cannot do ]

[ i truly wish you could do this to him. i want you to mentally fistfight him behind the denny's parking lot and Win.

alas. ]

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