Morning Advice

[Circe]

Rhodes gets a call early from Circe, the Summer Queen quite eager to make her pitch.

Well, desperate to do so before she had a caffeine crash.

[Rhodes]

There is a groan as the phone is heard. Rhodes' work often went into the small hours of the morning, so any time before ten was an unpredictable result for answering.

He rolled over and fumbled for his ringing phone.

"Yes?" came the disgruntled pickup.

[Circe]

"Sup Rhodes, how are ya toniiight," Circe yawns loudly before making an odd sound, "Awake. This (two days off) morning? I needs help. Pledgecrafting. You're," an odd sound comes through from Circe shaking her head to stay awake, "good at pledgecrafting right?"


"Suuuummer," another yawn that is cut off by the loud sound of flesh being slapped. Circe was staying awake dammit! "We had a pow-wow, uh, two days ago? Huh?" Another slap to keep herself awake, "Yes. Good (correct day) morning. Everybody wants techno-ninja armor. Summer battle uniform, buuut I don't have the coin fer more than one. So, a quest. Pledge fer Summer getting funds and a reward, prize, favor, thing. Help?"

Caffeine crash was coming up and the slaps were only staving it off.

[Rhodes]

"Circe," The Dread Lord muttered, trying to spin his brain up to speed and fumbling for a clock. "Yes, I know Pledges."

There was a small mutter, and a groan could be heard down the phone. Rhodes ran his hand over his face and placed an arm on the other side of the bed. Empty. Of course Sera was already up. He clicked his jaw. "Can't be done. Something about the Wyrd in the city. It rejects mortal wealth from being sealed in Pledges."

Rhodes forced himsefl into a sitting position and blinked in the dim morning light. "Just another odd thing about our local area. You need money, you have to do it the hard way."

We cannot make pledges for Resources. It's a house rule to stop people just binding easy pledges and getting free stuff.

[Circe]

THUD!

The sound of a blue forehead slamming into a table along with a "Fanculo!"

Well that'd stave off the crash, Vaffanculo, sono stato sveglio due giorni e senza lavoro, cazzo." Circe ranted in Italian. "Sorry ta have woken ya Rhodes. Immaaaaa," yawning more Circe blinks and is silent for half a minute, "Fanculo. Caffeine fail. Imma sleep then figure it out. Good night. Day. Thing. Thanks. Sorry ta wake ya."

Circe hangs up without a sound and stumbles off to her couch. Bed too far. Big international sale scheme later. Coma now.

ooc: Circe hasn't ever tried it before, so she'd not know that IC. But now she does, and that is none of her battle uniforms. Thanks Xadun, have a great week.