No Questions Asked
Who: Cloud & Humility
Status: Closed
When: 2:00 PM
Where: Historical Building Conservation Society - Sector 6
What: Cloud makes a planned delivery to the HBCS and encounters a virtue.
Parking Fenrir outside the small office building, Cloud couldn’t say that he had ever been here before. He knew this business district existed, but most of his deliveries had never ventured too far into Sector 6. He really hadn’t known there was an entire society for building conservation though, and he wondered what they could possibly need delivered.
It was really not his place to question. That was his policy. People knew what they were ordering, and he was just the middle-man getting it to its destination.
Standing, he picked up the heavy package and tucked it under his arm, not really feeling the weight of it himself. He walked to the required address and double-checked the package before he shouldered open the door carefully and stepped inside the small business floor. He looked around, not bothering to take off his sunglasses as he did so before he looked to the closest desk.
He approached and gestured to the package under his arm. “I need a signature,” he said simply, about to put the box down when the nerdy looking man behind the desk seemed to realize he was there. He frowned when he was pointed off to an office in the far right corner and shrugged.
Setting the package on his shoulder as he weaved through the cluttered desks, he could feel eyes on his back as he moved to the indicated office. It was a smaller office building than he had first thought or maybe they had just crammed more into it than was necessary. Either way, he stopped outside the office and rapped his fingers on the open door to announce himself.
He stepped in a moment later, sliding the package from his shoulder with ease and setting it on the corner of the blonde woman’s desk. “I need a signature,” he said simply again. He offered her the signing sheet with his right hand, using his left to keep the package steady on her desk.
Status: Closed
When: 2:00 PM
Where: Historical Building Conservation Society - Sector 6
What: Cloud makes a planned delivery to the HBCS and encounters a virtue.
Parking Fenrir outside the small office building, Cloud couldn’t say that he had ever been here before. He knew this business district existed, but most of his deliveries had never ventured too far into Sector 6. He really hadn’t known there was an entire society for building conservation though, and he wondered what they could possibly need delivered.
It was really not his place to question. That was his policy. People knew what they were ordering, and he was just the middle-man getting it to its destination.
Standing, he picked up the heavy package and tucked it under his arm, not really feeling the weight of it himself. He walked to the required address and double-checked the package before he shouldered open the door carefully and stepped inside the small business floor. He looked around, not bothering to take off his sunglasses as he did so before he looked to the closest desk.
He approached and gestured to the package under his arm. “I need a signature,” he said simply, about to put the box down when the nerdy looking man behind the desk seemed to realize he was there. He frowned when he was pointed off to an office in the far right corner and shrugged.
Setting the package on his shoulder as he weaved through the cluttered desks, he could feel eyes on his back as he moved to the indicated office. It was a smaller office building than he had first thought or maybe they had just crammed more into it than was necessary. Either way, he stopped outside the office and rapped his fingers on the open door to announce himself.
He stepped in a moment later, sliding the package from his shoulder with ease and setting it on the corner of the blonde woman’s desk. “I need a signature,” he said simply again. He offered her the signing sheet with his right hand, using his left to keep the package steady on her desk.