Posted Feb. 9, 2023, 9:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Holodeck 2 - A Shift At The Wattle & Daub (tag: Vora, Open)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in Holodeck 2 - A Shift At The Wattle & Daub (tag: Vora, Open)
Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Holodeck 2 - A Shift At The Wattle & Daub (tag: Vora, Open)
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Henson rubbed his temples with his fingers.
“Of course, one is accustomed to that kind of fee when one is filling the Alhambra, but we’re a wayfarer’s pub, dear lady,” he said, taking off his spectacles and polishing one lense after the other against his sleeve.
Her smile hadn’t faded. Of course she knew this even if she also knew after one performance from her he’s be changing his tune.
“One pound a show, plus meals, laundry, and room to board. For the duration and a day,” he countered.
P’Mala knew the room he was speaking of–it was on the top floor of the building near hers, and not a guest room, per se, but it was clean and private–maybe worth a dozen shillings a night. She guessed she was to be the laundress Henson had in mind, too.
-Ensign P’Mala Dawes
Well this posed a problem but maybe not entirely. Vera didn’t want to turn down his offer but she would not be able to explain the truth of her situation. “One pound and room and board as you have outlined but only for the first two weeks. After that I will have secured my own accommodations and my wage goes up to one pound and four shillings.”
~Vora Zorell
P’Mala swung by the negotiations.
“You’d be silly not to take it,” she said, nudging Henson in a rare moment of directness. Over the last few months she’d spent in her character working at the Daub, while they weren’t close, she knew Henson respected her work ethic and, hopefully, her opinion at least somewhat.
She shrugged and resumed her duties.
The old man regarded Vora carefully, then sighed. “I can call upon my solicitor tomorrow to draw up an agreement, but if you’d like to start tonight, I can give you half a pound and your room upon your signature in the morning.”
He thought on it for a second. “But if that is too short a notice, we can start you in two days.”
P’Mala cheered to herself in the corner. Maybe she could take a moment to get to know this person before much more time passed.
-Ensign P’Mala Dawes
‘Vera’ extended her hand. “Why Mr. Henson I do believe we have ourselves an agreement. And I will be happy to do a performance tonight. I just need a it of time to settle into the accommodations you’ve eluded to.”
The old man took Vera’s hand in his cool wrinkled hands and shook. “Settles that,” he said. “I’ll get your coin from the till and have it ready.”
She gave a gracious bow of her head. “You have my thanks in advance.”
“Pamala!” he barked. “Take Miss Zalenas up to her room on the second floor. You know the one. I have it covered down here.”
She offered a small nod and smile to Pamela who so neatly intervened on her behalf. The less she had to explain herself, the easier it would be for everyone.
~Vora Zorell
“Miss… Zalenas? Was it?” P’Mala said, approaching the woman. “Is now a good time for you to see the space?”
She gestured toward the stairs behind the bar to a dark hallway with a dangling light and access to a bathroom. There was also a stairwell where a velvet rope sectioned off the public and private areas of the pub.
-Ensign P’Mala Dawes
“Yes, of course. I have a suitcase and a trunk I will have delivered in a little while. But I can get a few things in order before they arrive,” Vora said. She gestured to the stairs. “After you.” She was actually only a little bit taller than P’Mala so she was able to meet her gaze directly as she smiled.
~Vora Zorell
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