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The office is open [active]

Character(s): NPCs! People registering for citizenship!
Content: Register for citizenship!
Setting: Former Clan Centurio [I8]
Time: Week 18, all week, morning-evening :D
Warnings: None for now

Thread format party-style. Each person comments separately, and Rosemary will deal with each accordingly :D

And there is actually an application/form here that the mods will receive.

Last minute preparations were complete and the doors were now open to take in any guests that wished to register with the city. This was a bit step for the city, but it was out of necessity that they needed to take it. Within the building there were some natives moving about, but for the most part, the lone secretary sat at a desk, a pile of papers besides her, a quill in hand, and she waited.

At the very least, she knew to expect some... people already. People and meerkats.

Rosemary sighs.

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Suddenly a trail of long silver hair appeared from above Rosemary, followed promptly by Urd's upside-down smiling face. "Hello!" she said, her greeting almost singsong in its friendliness. Having appeared seemingly out of nowhere, the goddess floated in the air above Rosemary's desk. "I'm here to register." She twisted around in the air, floating over to land on her feet in front of the desk.

With a toss of her head to settle the still floating tendrils of her hair, Urd put her hands on her hips. "Hey, I remember you. You were at the golf tournament! How've you been?"

Rosemary blinks at the sudden arrival, certainly not expecting Urd's appearance before from nowhere. That's what the door was for. Still, she settles calmly and tilts her head at the woman, reaching to her side and handing over the paperwork and a writing utensil.

"Hello, thank you for your interest." A beat, and then she replies, "Busy."

Urd laughed quietly, taking the paperwork and filling it out quickly, complete with little hearts here and there after the elegant scrawl of her handwriting. "As excitable as ever, I see," she said dryly, sliding the papers over to Rosemary again.

"Anyway, I refuse to write down my age or weight. That's personal, you know?"

Edited 2010-02-16 22:48 (UTC)

People, meerkats, and a really tall blue thing. That not many people actually knew existed here. Tirea knew she'd have to come back after a while in order to fill the silly form out as Grace, but for now she'd come as Tirea, as a Na'vi.

She'd expected the stares. She always got stares when she walked around in this body and that was no different. Hopefully, the woman in charge wouldn't pass out or crick her neck staring up at the 9'6" tall Avatar.

"I'm here to register," she told the woman as she stopped in front of the desk. It still amazed her how small everything was in comparison to the Avatar body.

Whoever said it was rude to stare apparently forgot to inform Timon because the moment Tirea entered the room he immediately began to stare at her. She was, well, enormous! Had he not moved out of the way she would have easily stepped on him apposed of over him. His eyes grew wide as he shuffled back in order to get a better look at her. Maybe then he’d have a better chance at identifying her species… But probably not. She showed no familiar signs of any animals he had seen before. Her neck was too short to be a giraffe and her markings completely wrong. She hadn’t a trunk so she couldn’t be an elephant either. Not to mention her ability to walk on two legs and she was blue. What animal was blue? Well, other than that Genie.

The meerkat scratched his head and took a few more steps back. No, she was definitely not like anything he had seen before. What could possibly be that tall? Just looking at her made his neck hurt. Maybe if he spoke to it it would lower itself for him to get a better look at it.

“What are you?” he blurted out from behind Tirea.

Tirea barely heard the tiny voice behind her and she glanced around to see if someone had actually gone to speak to her... but no one was there. She looked alll around just on the off-chance that she'd glanced in the wrong direction. Still no one.

She was about to return to asking for her form when it occurred to her to look down. So she did. And she spotted a meerkat behind her. Wow. It had been years since she'd seen one of these things and that had been... she couldn't even recall. Elementary school field trip maybe? Regardless, she figured she could answer, even though the concept of a talking meerkat was... beyond strange.

Maybe today was a dream and she'd wake up back on Pandora.

"I'm called a Na'vi. I doubt you've ever seen anything like me before."

Trying to look down at the creature made her neck hurt, so she knelt down to look at him a little better. "Been a long time since I've seen a meerkat."

Despite the fact that Tirea had knelt down, Timon was still forced to look a great deal up at her. However, the drastic difference between their sizes did nothing in regards to his ego. The meerkat felt no less superior then he always did. As far as he was concerned, he was always the most important individual in the room. After all, size did not always mean brains or beauty. In many cases it was quite the opposite: the bigger they were, the less…

Timon looked over the Na’vi a second time before he replied. “No, I haven’t. The closest species I can think of is human but, even then, I don’t think humans grow that big, or grow tails, or turn blue. Well, no unless they hold their breath a really long time…” The meerkat paused for a moment, as though to consider that thought before he looked up at Tirea again. “You’re not holding your breath, are you?” he asked, just to be sure.

If she knew what a meerkat was, did that mean she was from the same world as he was? If so, how come he had never seen, never mind heard any mention of her species before? Even humans, which he had never seen until Paixao, were at least a myth. “So you’ve seen one before, hu? That’s a first. Where you from?”

Timon was just lucky Tirea wasn't Tsu'tey or he would have gotten squashed.

"Nope. I'm not." Had Grace been herself at that moment she probably would have wanted to give Timon a nice flick and send him careening to prove her point. Instead, Tirea blew out a bit of air at Timon to show that no, she wasn't holding her breath. To him it would probably smell badly, even though she'd taken to brushing the Avatar's teeth here.

Whether or not he could remain standing through the quick assault was another matter entirely.

"I've seen pictures of meerkats," she corrected quickly. Must play the part of a Na'vi. "I'm of the Omaticaya clan from a place called Pandora. Humans came and tried to show us many things. Meerkats were one of the things they wanted to teach us about."

Probably smelt bad? Try horrible. Timon’s sensitive nose made even the most subtle odour overpowering, the smell of the Na’vi’s breath unbearably strong in comparison. Not only that, but bad, very bad! Even Simba’s breath did not smell as horrid in the morning and he had terrible morning breath. The smell itself was more than enough to knock the little meerkat without the strength of the wind itself Tirea had pushed at him. His expression grew sour, as though he had just placed something unspeakably disgusting in his mouth, while he stumbled back and ultimately fell.

“They ever show you any pictures of toothbrushes?” he asked Tirea, rubbing his head after he had recovered from his fall. “Tic Tac’s or Big Red? Yeesh! You could knock a guy out with breath like that. Phew.” Timon fanned his paw in front of his face before he continued. “This Pandora place ain’t anywhere near the Pride Lands, is it? And these humans, barely any of them know what a meerkat is, let alone to teach ‘em to another species. Not that I blame them. We are pretty important; a smart, beautiful, and overall perfect species. Still, that doesn't really sound like them...”

Edited 2010-02-16 02:24 (UTC)

Tirea couldn't help the snort of laughter at the little meerkat's response. He seemed so... amusing would be the word. It had been a long time since Grace had been truly amused by anything, especially something so strange like this. A talking animal. Right.

She pulled back a bit so she wouldn't be up in his face again. "Not that I know of. Never heard of the Pride Lands myself, but I know they're not on Pandora or Polyphemus. Which means it's likely back on Earth somewhere-" Like Africa. "-which means it's six years' travel time away from Pandora and the Na'vi. As for the humans, they're familiar with meerkats. That's how I know about them."

“Poly-who now?” The meerkat repeated, or at least attempt to repeat, questioningly. Maybe it was another city or human type inhabitancy – er, Na'vi inhabitancy. And Earth, he had heard that somewhere before but could not recall where. Wasn’t that somewhere on a planet? … Or wait, no. It was a planet, wasn’t it? Timon wasn’t sure. As far as space went and everything in it he was close to clueless. After all, he was a meerkat not an astrologer. As far as he was concerned the sky was just a ‘bluish thing’ that trapped whatever it was his imagination chose to identify such foreign things as clouds and stars as.

Timon paused for a moment to consider Tirea’s words before he spoke again. “Whoa, whoa, wait! Hold it. What do you mean six years' travel time away? You’re not sayin’ it actually takes six years to just get there, are you? Six years for what, a tortoise? How slow have you gotta be walking to take that long to get somewhere?” The meerkat did not like the idea in the slightest. Six years to walk somewhere. That was half his life right there! Did humans and Na'vi's have that much time to waste just walking around from place to place?

Tirea smirked again. "Don't worry about it. The whole thing is probably more than you'll ever need to wrap your head around." And who knew it the little thing could ever manage to do that. He probably didn't know anything about space travel. It might be best to just let him be.

The Na'vi woman sat up again, peering down at the tiny little meerkat. "So don't tell me you're here to register, too."

More than he’d even need to wrap his head around…? If Timon didn’t know any better, he’d say he was just insulted. He planted both paws firmly on his hips and frowned at the Na'vi. As far as he was concerned he could wrap his head around a lot more than most here and that included Tirea. At least he knew what a toothbrush was – not that he had actually used one for anything other than to scrub his back while in the bath. Actually, now that he thought of it, he probably should have told the demon he had been using his toothbrush for that, especially when he had been putting it in his mouth after all this time. Oh well, if he didn’t figure it out by now he’d figure it out eventually.

“Yeah, I’m registering so I can run for mayor. How about you? You running for office at all or just applying for the benefits?”

Tirea had to admit this little guy was almost cute. His glares and the paws on his hips were almost adorable.

"Mayor...? Really now. A meerkat mayor?"

...Oh this was precious. "Just sounded like a good idea at the moment."

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked irritably, far too used to others criticism by now. “I am perfectly capable of running this city. If that mook Oturo could do it, anyone could! Besides, as an official citizen of this city I’m entitled to run for mayor and believe me, I got big plans for this place. Big plans! We’ll finally hire a gardener and get some real plants in here and the dome? It’s gotta go. I’ll bring peace and harmony amongst the Paixaoans and finally rid the Organization and Maleficent. Then we’ll throw a huge party in my honour where there’ll be music, dancing, and those fancy drinks with the little umbrellas. Maybe they’ll even erect a statue of me. Who knows?”

Naturally Timon left his wild desire to be the next Mr. Moneybags out but it surely was notable regardless. The fame, the fortune, the power. He wanted it and he wanted it bad.

“I got your vote, right?”

Tirea's eyebrows climbed towards her hairline. Wow, this guy was serious. Well, at least his heart was in the right place, though the fact that it was a meerkat talking about all this nearly made her head swim again.

...On second thought, it really was swimming. Shit. She remembered quite clearly what had happened the last time she'd felt like this here.

"Sure thing, kid," she replied, moving to stand up again. "Not to break this meeting short, but I need to get this application filled and myself back home."

Hopefully she wouldn't come crashing to the floor before that happened or else she'd end up crushing the meerkat, a desk, and likely a secretary.

Timon took a step back when Tirea stood up again, the pain in his neck quickly returning when he was forced to look up at her again. “Kid?” He asked and pointed to himself in disbelief. “Who you callin’ a kid? A meerkat of my considerable years and vast intellect is nowhere close to a mere kid! Although with my incredibly youthful and stunningly handsome appearance I don’t really blame you.”

He didn’t understand what her sudden hurry was and would have held her up longer but he could Vyers calling him. Normally he would no problem ignoring the demon but on this particular occasion it could actually be something important he was being called for. The meerkat groaned. Vyers always did have the worst timing. At least he had this Nani or Nali or whatever it was she called herself convinced to vote for him.

“I gotta go to, Vyers is calling me.” He said with a sigh. “Nice meeting you though. Glad to hear I have your vote. See you around!”

Silly little guy. Tirea just laughed softly and gave a flick of two fingers in what could pass as a wave before she turned to the desk again and finished filling out the paper. At least she could focus on the words well enough to write everything quickly and get out of there.

"Take care, kid," she told the little meerkat as she passed by on her way home. With any luck at all, she'd make it back before the mindlink wore off, but it was for that reason that she hurried off, not stopping to see if Timon would respond again.

She ignores the fact that a familiar voice belonging to a familiar meerkat was coming from somewhere beyond the quite enormous creature. The blue being took priority, after all. It wasn't that she was prejudice against Timon.

Rosemary hands the creature the paperwork and a utensil that may not even properly fit Tirea's hand, but she hadn't prepared for anything so large.

"Thank you for your interest. Simply fill this out and we will get you a certificate shortly after." She directs a hand behind her at various desks where other natives were standing around keeping watch. Although Rosemary frowns and glances back at the creature. Well, maybe only wall space would suit Tirea. "One of my assistants will also take your picture."

Tirea stared at the pencil she was handed for a moment, sighing inwardly. It would figure that they weren't prepared for anything her size. She couldn't say she blamed them, nor was she surprised, but it was still a bit annoying. The huge hand could easily snap it in half-

Which was exactly what happened. The Avatars weren't quite as strong as a regular Na'vi, but they were still stronger than anything a normal human would be used to.

Tirea waited for a second pencil to arrive and this time made sure she didn't break it. The process was tedious, but finally she managed it and offered the paper back to... Rosemary? Whoever this was.

"All right, who wants my picture?" Ugh... pictures.

He had accepted the sheets with some amount of suspicion. It was an interesting form of apology. A fairly acceptable one despite the hideous color, though not quite the verbalization he was promised, and the timing of the event was highly suspect. The demon had little doubt Timon wanted something from him, and he had immediately inquired as to what that was (as well as how that particular shade of green could ever possibly be a good choice).

But this was a minor inconvenience, so he had supposed he would indulge Timon for now. He wondered whether or not he should go ahead and sign up himself while he was here. Anything that would lower the cost of living would be a welcome addition, though he wondered who exactly all this information was going to. He stood in line, arms crossed as he idly tapped a finger against his forearm in thought.

“Oi, what’s the hold up?” Timon asked, striking a similar pose as Vyers while he waited at his feet. He couldn’t see above the counter, so whether or not anyone was even there remained a mystery to him. “I came here to become a citizen – at which point I will immediately run for Mayor – not stand in line all day. I got better things to do. Why, I could be working on my campaign right now.”

Knowing Vyers, they could be standing there forever simply because he wanted to be polite. The meerkat sighed. “If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself. Hang on, Vyers. I’ll take care of this.” He said before he stomped ahead to the front of the line, simply weaving himself between the feet of those ahead of him. “Excuse me!” he called out. “Move it! Make room, make room. Watch it, Twiggy. I'm walkin' here!”

Edited 2010-02-22 07:20 (UTC)

Vyers was immediately pulled from his thoughts at Timon's sudden outburst, and before he could say anything in protest, Timon had cut to the front of the line. The demon put his head in his hand, hardly able to believe Timon's rudeness. Although... the more he thought about it, the more tempting a trip to the front of the line was. And my, what a long line this was. If this form was so simple, would not the line be going faster?

He parted his fingers and peered between them to get another look at the line. Well... he could always make the excuse that he was just keeping a close eye on the meerkat (which was something that needed to be done anyway).

Vyers cautiously weaved through the line, following the meerkat's trail as best as he was able and muttering preoccupied apologies under his breath.

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