Odd Duck A1, Sunday Morning
As a bit of an apology for going through with three-minute dates the day before, Romeo had prepared a vat of fruit salad for the rabbit who had once been and would hopefully one day again be his girlfriend, and she happily munched it as he flicked on his laptop to check his email.
Most of it was of little enough interest, but there was one
From: tmontague@montagueholdings.com
To: Romeo.Montague@Fandomhigh.edu
Subject: An Invitation
Dear Son -
I hope this message wends its way across the electronic channels to find you and your companions in the best of health, as it leaves this messenger.
I write with a bit of a proposal for you. While we found little enough time to talk of practical matters on your last visit, your fate after your graduation is ceaselessly on my mind. I have found a happy solution that will call you home while preserving your safety. Our firm readies itself to open a new shopping pavilion near Mantua, on a parcel of land you know for sadder reasons. Should you agree to manage it, the job would be yours.
I pray thee, come home for a bit of next week and we shall meet with the investors, crush a cup of wine, and talk about this plan. Verona, I think, would welcome you with widespread arms.
Love,
Father
Romeo reread it a few times, considering his options and wondering if a rabbit might be welcome, before typing out a reply to the effect that he would come on Wednesday were it at all possible. He had no great love for Montague Holdings, but he knew he was being offered more than a job. He was being offered forgiveness.
[OOC: Establishy, but feel free to bother him if you don't mind SP.]
Most of it was of little enough interest, but there was one
From: tmontague@montagueholdings.com
To: Romeo.Montague@Fandomhigh.edu
Subject: An Invitation
Dear Son -
I hope this message wends its way across the electronic channels to find you and your companions in the best of health, as it leaves this messenger.
I write with a bit of a proposal for you. While we found little enough time to talk of practical matters on your last visit, your fate after your graduation is ceaselessly on my mind. I have found a happy solution that will call you home while preserving your safety. Our firm readies itself to open a new shopping pavilion near Mantua, on a parcel of land you know for sadder reasons. Should you agree to manage it, the job would be yours.
I pray thee, come home for a bit of next week and we shall meet with the investors, crush a cup of wine, and talk about this plan. Verona, I think, would welcome you with widespread arms.
Love,
Father
Romeo reread it a few times, considering his options and wondering if a rabbit might be welcome, before typing out a reply to the effect that he would come on Wednesday were it at all possible. He had no great love for Montague Holdings, but he knew he was being offered more than a job. He was being offered forgiveness.
[OOC: Establishy, but feel free to bother him if you don't mind SP.]