[ Visual ] Reconnecting and a little Advertising
Godric is slouched in a chair in his living room, looking out the window. He seems melancholy, but it's difficult to say if he's truly having a bout of depression or if he's only being reflective. Such is often the case with Godric. After a couple of seconds, he turns his full attention to the tablet.
"I'm afraid I haven't been very social of late," he starts off casually, "but I've noticed we have a number of new faces. I thought I should mention that I run a staffing agency here, for anyone who may be in need of a job but is unsure where to look. I also own a hotel, the Hotel Carmilla. I've converted it into something of a getaway, with free room service and access to the pool and spa. There are masseuses, manicurists, essentially everything one needs to feel pampered. Should anyone be interested, there's always an Extra at the front desk to check you in."
Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands.
"For those of you who know me, how are you getting on?" A little smile steals over his face. "I think I owe a number of you belated thanks for your thoughtful Christmas gifts."
Kaylee might notice that his couch, which can just be seen in the background, now sports a lovely white slipcover, and the scarf she got for him is hanging over the back. He pauses, and then says in halting Chinese, "River, little admiral. How are you?"
His pronunciation isn't the best, but passable enough to be understandable. He could use some practical conversation.
"I'm afraid I haven't been very social of late," he starts off casually, "but I've noticed we have a number of new faces. I thought I should mention that I run a staffing agency here, for anyone who may be in need of a job but is unsure where to look. I also own a hotel, the Hotel Carmilla. I've converted it into something of a getaway, with free room service and access to the pool and spa. There are masseuses, manicurists, essentially everything one needs to feel pampered. Should anyone be interested, there's always an Extra at the front desk to check you in."
Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands.
"For those of you who know me, how are you getting on?" A little smile steals over his face. "I think I owe a number of you belated thanks for your thoughtful Christmas gifts."
Kaylee might notice that his couch, which can just be seen in the background, now sports a lovely white slipcover, and the scarf she got for him is hanging over the back. He pauses, and then says in halting Chinese, "River, little admiral. How are you?"
His pronunciation isn't the best, but passable enough to be understandable. He could use some practical conversation.