Dec 19, 2011 21:26
[Renee is lounging at her desk in the Question Inc. Detective Agency. She has a pen in hand that she's idly twirling around and her journal is opened in front of her. Off to the side she has two stacks of folders labeled 'Solved' or 'Open'. The agency was currently empty, but the clock told her she should be expecting her co-workers soon. She sighs and leans over her journal.]
So, we're in Paris. I'm going to with hold my disbelief long enough to let you all know I'm now, apparently, in ownership of a detective agency, Question Inc. We solve anything from missing pets to missing children. If anyone is looking for a job, we could really use a secretary and someone with amazing computer skills. All you have to do is drop by and talk to either me, or my partner Charlie.
For those of you who might be potential clients, we're open from eight-thirty a.m. to five p.m., unless you schedule a later appointment. We're located [insert random business district here.]
[She flips the journal closed and straightens up the items on her desk. She wasn't normally that concerned about looking neat, but this was her first day and first impressions usually stick.]
[ooc: This is open to all employees and possible clients. Interact, come up with cases, harass the workers to your hearts content.]
renee montoya