Local Family Business

#tes rp #rp tesblr #missives #(never seen a corporate logo for disability month. wouldnt have thought to do it since i like miming performative capitalism here)#(honestly never heard of disability month before this year either)#(looking at the flag design it may be possible tho harder... hmmm)#(would... you like a black briar corporate disability pride logo design?)#(cue maven thinking in her carriage: will this get me more money?)

No design for disabilty month?

Maven scowls at the question. The stranger has interrupted her breakfast before she resumes her journey back to Riften.

"Have those imbeciles forgotten to change our logo? I haven't even returned yet and there's already a mess! As soon as I arrive back at Riften, I'll whip that lot back into shape. You'll see our products, just as you like them." Maven reassures the potential customer.

*shrinks you*

>:3

Maven never thought to test this out but it's a little harder to write names in red when shrunk. Performing the sacrament promises to be a similarly novel experience.

Scare me

"Of course. Nothing gets done without my approval in Riften. I have the Jarl's ear, and the guards in my pocket. Anyone makes trouble for me and I pay a visit to the Thieves Guild. Make me angry and I contact the Dark Brotherhood. Now move."

Maven slams the carriage door in anon's face. She has a long trip back to Riften.

*sends you to high rock*

Maven stares in bewilderment. Where did Skyrim go? Oh, someone's getting this deducted out of their payroll. Her hands ball into fists at her sides. As soon as she returns home, she's paying the skeleton in her closet a trip.

For now though, "Where is the closest carriage or portaler?"

Own a musket for home defense, since that's what Akatosh intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What in oblivion?" As I grab my powdered wig and Skyrim rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first mer, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second mer, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two mer in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off horse stable alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the guards to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as Akatosh intended.

Maven stares for a moment.

"This job interview is at an end. I've heard everything I need to."

As the mercenary leaves, Maven dashes off a quick Never Hire next to the anon's name on her applicants list. It didn't take long to determine the interviewee would blow up half her stock.

Pride bottles? yet another example of the corporate machine taking advantage of the gay community. This is nothing more than an attempt to win brownie points once a year like Target. Haha we support you, they say only in Midyear. Then ignore the existence of entire groups of people the rest of the 11 months. End stage capitolism will be the downfall of Tamriel society! VIVA LA REVOLUTION! WE WILL FIGHT! I WILL NO LONGER BE A COG IN THE WHEEL OF THE SO CALLED "BLACK-BRIAR" EMPIRE. WE WILL BE FREE. RIFTEN WILL BE FREE! I WILL NOT BE SILENCED! THE THIEVES GUILD AND DARK BROTHERHOOD ARE IN THE POCKET OF THE BLACK-BRIAR FAMILY! THEY ARE POISONING THE WATER TO TURN THE FRIGGEN FROGS GAY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? THE FRIGGEN FROGS ARE GAY! THIS IS HOW SHE IS MAKING MONEY! SHE TURNS THE POPULACE GAY SO SHE CAN CAPITOLIZE ON PRIDE IN MIDYEAR! ITS A CONSPIRACY I TELL YOU!

"Now there's an idea. I'll take it under consideration."

New Logo for the month!

#tes rp #rp tesblr

Any news on the cure, lass? Been a while. Though I’d check in on what you are up to.

*Loiters around the meadery. He bought a bottle, just out of courtesy, since he really only came to chat.*

@wingingitlikeanightingale

I expect a ma'am when spoken to.

[Maven snaps from where she has been examining a report in the meadery.]

As for your inquiry. Morrowind has not responded.

Right. And YET I hear from my sources that Tullius has been getting cures.

From Morrowind.

*He doesn't reply to the ma'am comment but does drop the lass thing.*

You have sources everywhere too. Why didn't you at least send a letter to stop waiting for your efforts?

[Maven sets down her paper.]

Clearly Morrowind preferred officials in the government and military over an unfamiliar private contractor. Their preference only became clear after cure distribution began.

Yeah. About that. The cult has been attacking distributors of the cure.

*He rubs the bridge of his nose.*

The good news is I've been working with various assets to create our own salves and potions. The bad news is that if that gets caught in the wind we'll have a big shiny target on our backs.

[Maven scowls and pages through her paperwork for something.]

As if paying mercenaries for protection in the war wasn't enough! Now workers will want protection from this cult. The faster this plague is out of the way, the faster we get back to business.

*Brynjolf snorted. He offered no sympathy for the mercs, but he did for business.*

Aye. I can definitely agree with you there. The faster it's gone the less people die- and the faster we can get BACK to making money.

[Evidently Maven has found the paper she wanted because she hands something over to Brynjolf.]

A list of expendables. When war tensions lowered, mercenaries stopped earning their keep. Now that distributers are being attacked, I believe bodies are once again called for. Take a once over that paper and report back to me if that solves our little issue.

Yes ma'am.

*Brynjolf finally said it. Respect was earned from him, and if she was actually going to help dying people, then yeah. She got his respect.*

Well. You know me. I'll get to work immediately and report back as quickly as possible with quality.

#(Hooray! he used ma'am!)#(going to be honest I hate when brynjolf calls me lass in game so you have no idea how releived i am)

That's what I like to hear. I'd like to see it as well. Keep me updated on the potion work in addition.

Otherwise, I believe we're done.

Any news on the cure, lass? Been a while. Though I’d check in on what you are up to.

*Loiters around the meadery. He bought a bottle, just out of courtesy, since he really only came to chat.*

@wingingitlikeanightingale

I expect a ma'am when spoken to.

[Maven snaps from where she has been examining a report in the meadery.]

As for your inquiry. Morrowind has not responded.

Right. And YET I hear from my sources that Tullius has been getting cures.

From Morrowind.

*He doesn't reply to the ma'am comment but does drop the lass thing.*

You have sources everywhere too. Why didn't you at least send a letter to stop waiting for your efforts?

[Maven sets down her paper.]

Clearly Morrowind preferred officials in the government and military over an unfamiliar private contractor. Their preference only became clear after cure distribution began.

Yeah. About that. The cult has been attacking distributors of the cure.

*He rubs the bridge of his nose.*

The good news is I've been working with various assets to create our own salves and potions. The bad news is that if that gets caught in the wind we'll have a big shiny target on our backs.

[Maven scowls and pages through her paperwork for something.]

As if paying mercenaries for protection in the war wasn't enough! Now workers will want protection from this cult. The faster this plague is out of the way, the faster we get back to business.

*Brynjolf snorted. He offered no sympathy for the mercs, but he did for business.*

Aye. I can definitely agree with you there. The faster it's gone the less people die- and the faster we can get BACK to making money.

[Evidently Maven has found the paper she wanted because she hands something over to Brynjolf.]

Any news on the cure, lass? Been a while. Though I’d check in on what you are up to.

*Loiters around the meadery. He bought a bottle, just out of courtesy, since he really only came to chat.*

@wingingitlikeanightingale

I expect a ma'am when spoken to.

[Maven snaps from where she has been examining a report in the meadery.]

As for your inquiry. Morrowind has not responded.

Right. And YET I hear from my sources that Tullius has been getting cures.

From Morrowind.

*He doesn't reply to the ma'am comment but does drop the lass thing.*

You have sources everywhere too. Why didn't you at least send a letter to stop waiting for your efforts?

[Maven sets down her paper.]

Clearly Morrowind preferred officials in the government and military over an unfamiliar private contractor. Their preference only became clear after cure distribution began.

Yeah. About that. The cult has been attacking distributors of the cure.

*He rubs the bridge of his nose.*

The good news is I've been working with various assets to create our own salves and potions. The bad news is that if that gets caught in the wind we'll have a big shiny target on our backs.

#(yeah im just trying to figure out at this point where people are on the cure/plague business. playing catch up)

[Maven scowls and pages through her paperwork for something.]

As if paying mercenaries for protection in the war wasn't enough! Now workers will want protection from this cult. The faster this plague is out of the way, the faster we get back to business.

Any news on the cure, lass? Been a while. Though I’d check in on what you are up to.

*Loiters around the meadery. He bought a bottle, just out of courtesy, since he really only came to chat.*

@wingingitlikeanightingale

I expect a ma'am when spoken to.

[Maven snaps from where she has been examining a report in the meadery.]

As for your inquiry. Morrowind has not responded.

Right. And YET I hear from my sources that Tullius has been getting cures.

From Morrowind.

*He doesn't reply to the ma'am comment but does drop the lass thing.*

You have sources everywhere too. Why didn't you at least send a letter to stop waiting for your efforts?

#(the real answer of course is mod thought about a second letter but morrowind seemed busy and i didnt want to be a nag lol)#(I didnt say anything to any theives guild group cuz i wasnt sure what was going on at that point)

[Maven sets down her paper.]

Clearly Morrowind preferred officials in the government and military over an unfamiliar private contractor. Their preference only became clear after cure distribution began.

Yeah don't expect a reply from Morrowind. They've started distributing the cure without you

So I have noticed.

Haha there is a noble dunmer wedding and you weren't invited.

[Maven snaps her fingers and points at the rude stranger who is then roughly escorted from the premises. From Maven's expression, it is clear she enjoys this a little more than a wedding. She makes a note in a list of names.]

Any news on the cure, lass? Been a while. Though I’d check in on what you are up to.

*Loiters around the meadery. He bought a bottle, just out of courtesy, since he really only came to chat.*

@wingingitlikeanightingale

I expect a ma'am when spoken to.

[Maven snaps from where she has been examining a report in the meadery.]

As for your inquiry. Morrowind has not responded.

💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

[She sets them by the front to attract customers.]