[ Closed Log | Interview | In Progress ]
WHO: Damien Crandall [
smokingmurder ], Mildmay the Fox [
milly_fox ]
WHAT: Dane's quest for a personal assistant finally bears fruit in the form of one Mister Mildmay.
WHERE: Damien's Boutique
WHEN: Morning, Day 24
Damien Crandall had always been a man of exquisite taste. From the fabric of his clothing to his wine collection, to the fine feathers of the crow perched upon its Manzanita Burl perch, every part of his boutique was a display of luxury. The room possessed a very dim atmosphere, the only bright lighting found in the area where customers shopped for their fabrics and garments of choice before a circle of antique, full-length mirrors.
Curtains shrouded the inside of the renovated warehouse, hiding parts of the boutique and allowing glimpses to other areas. The upstairs was his personal space, however, and there was no easy way of locating the stairway without quite a hung through the maze of his boutique. Any visitor was greeted by a high-security door, but that was easy enough to get through- Once Dane opened it from the inside, at least. He had a small flat-screen monitor set up just beside his workspace so he could see who was trying to gain access to his abode, along with one of the buttons that unlocked the door.
Sketching and waiting, he sat hunched over his desk, black hair falling into his face as he worked on a rough design for something that wasn't anywhere near clothing. He was working on an interior concept for some property he had purchased in the interest of opening a nightclub, but he was having some difficulty sticking to a singular design for it. A sigh, a crumpling of paper; Dane sat back in his chair with a sigh, tucking his pencil behind one ear and closing his eyes. This was such an unnecessary bother. If he just chose one, he could use one of the others on another venture... Perhaps it would be best to hold off on more designing until his candidate for assistant came, however. Being overly irritated would do nothing to keep a prospective employee, after all.
smokingmurder ], Mildmay the Fox [
milly_fox ]
WHAT: Dane's quest for a personal assistant finally bears fruit in the form of one Mister Mildmay.
WHERE: Damien's Boutique
WHEN: Morning, Day 24
Damien Crandall had always been a man of exquisite taste. From the fabric of his clothing to his wine collection, to the fine feathers of the crow perched upon its Manzanita Burl perch, every part of his boutique was a display of luxury. The room possessed a very dim atmosphere, the only bright lighting found in the area where customers shopped for their fabrics and garments of choice before a circle of antique, full-length mirrors.
Curtains shrouded the inside of the renovated warehouse, hiding parts of the boutique and allowing glimpses to other areas. The upstairs was his personal space, however, and there was no easy way of locating the stairway without quite a hung through the maze of his boutique. Any visitor was greeted by a high-security door, but that was easy enough to get through- Once Dane opened it from the inside, at least. He had a small flat-screen monitor set up just beside his workspace so he could see who was trying to gain access to his abode, along with one of the buttons that unlocked the door.
Sketching and waiting, he sat hunched over his desk, black hair falling into his face as he worked on a rough design for something that wasn't anywhere near clothing. He was working on an interior concept for some property he had purchased in the interest of opening a nightclub, but he was having some difficulty sticking to a singular design for it. A sigh, a crumpling of paper; Dane sat back in his chair with a sigh, tucking his pencil behind one ear and closing his eyes. This was such an unnecessary bother. If he just chose one, he could use one of the others on another venture... Perhaps it would be best to hold off on more designing until his candidate for assistant came, however. Being overly irritated would do nothing to keep a prospective employee, after all.