OOC Thread
Sunlight streamed through the closed shutters of the Glaceon’s office, it’s sole occupant asleep in the straw bed tucked in the corner, still holding on to her quill and ink spots on her face where she had fallen asleep on her current work. It was highly likely that she had not fallen asleep in it, and that someone passing by in the early morning had placed her in it when they saw she had fallen asleep at her desk. Many nights she spent every hour trying to catch up on paperwork and making sure things got filed where they were supposed to. She was the most productive in the midnight hours when it came to filling out paper work and getting reports written, sometimes too productive. There were many times back in her old guild where she had gone weeks without the proper amount of sleep and had to be taken to the infirmary in the guild hall and put under Hypnosis to get some rest. She had looked like a wreck back then, but old habits died hard, and even now—as one of the top dogs of the Exploration Guild in Shorestone—she still had the untempered work ethic of a rookie. Soft snoring could be heard in the hallway, the door was left wide open.
On the desk was not an official document to anyone in the city, but a personal letter to a friend and their family back home. It was a long and tedious document—anyone who had ever written back and forth with Grace knew she was never brief—but it was an intriguing one as well. The person she was writing had asked how she was doing and what life was like so far from Livehold, and thus far the Glaceon was happy to share about almost every little detail of the city and life in it had been up until the writing of the letter. Currently, the letter was about five pages, and the most recent one would most certainly have to be rewritten due to the smearing.
Outside of the office, the guild went about its usual business, although many that happened to wander near the door took heed to be quieter upon noticing its sleeping occupant. Jobs were being taken and returned from, being posted in the bulletin boards and getting taken down as they were accepted. Life went on regularly while the Glaceon slept through the day...not that anyone paid her any attention. Despite being the most up-to-date person in the entire guild on information concerning the city and the world ouside the walls, many chose instead to go straight to Falkner. Three years she had been here, and yet the guild at large still treated her as an outsider. In recent months, she had seen a few familiar faces from Livehold join the ranks of the Shorestone guild, but it was a small comfort and did little to ease the bitter cold she got from the majority of the guild.
It was about three in the afternoon, and the Glaceon woke up with a snort. Tired was an understatement as she opened her eyes and squinted at the sunlight piercing her unadjusted pupils. A yawn escaped her mouth, but she simply sat in the bed, too heavy with lethargy to move. Her mouth was dry, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth; a wooden bowl with water was placed next to the bed on the floor, as well as a pair of apples. She released the quill from her grip, her paw a bit cramped from holding it all night, and batted at one of them. A growl from her stomach made her frown and forced her to sit up. After getting a sip of water to wet her tongue, Grace took a bite out of one of the apples. A delightfully surprised hum came from her mouth and her eyes widened. They were sweet as honey and crisp as a cool spring morning, and she knew of only one kind that were this delicious—which, coincidentally, were also her favorite treats. With a blatant sweet tooth, the first apple was gone in a few short minutes. Although she could have gorged herself on the second, she was full enough from the first to let it lie. She took another drink from the bowl, before stretching and letting out another small yawn.
“Oh dear...” she mumbled upon seeing the mess that was made out of her desk. She was puzzled, however, when she saw ink smeared all over the page on the top of the mess. The ink well wasn’t tipped over, and surely no one would have sabotaged her work, especially a personal letter...it then donned on her to look at her reflection in the bowl of water, which ellicited a laugh from the blue Ice-type. Ink covered the left half of her face, and it certainly wouldn’t be coming out any time soon.
After sorting through her papers and getting everything in a semi-presentable state, the Glaceon walked out of her office and closed the door behind her, not worrying about the fact that she looked like a preschooler with ink smeared all over half her face. She had too much to do to bother with washing up; she had an appointment at the Royal Library to research some topics of interest (she had missed it by about two hours), a list of supplies to get to the guild’s quartermaster for an upcoming expedition, and numerous other small errands that couldn’t wait for the next day. As she mentally went down the to-do list of things she needed to get done, she walked out of the Guild HQ and into the Cerulean District...
