The chair sways but does not fall. For a moment, it seems the inevitable crash to the ground is averted as Terra leans forward, setting the chair down under him to handle this little matter of practice area use. He shuffles through one of the small piles of paper on the desk in front of him -- turns out being a Newcomer Representative of a martial arts center actually involves some administrative work. His employers, all locals, had seen an opportunity to help their dojo along by 'promoting' their Newcomer employee and sticking him with extra tasks like advertising to other Newcomers, helping them join any of the clubs that practice at Portside, and handling some of the paperwork related to their business.
Terra misses the days when he was just an assistant... but he'd needed the extra bit of money.
Sighing, he pulls open a drawer and continues his search for the right piece of paper.
"A few people do rent the practice rooms for their own use..."
No, he's not stalling. He knows exactly where that sheet with the rates is. It's... right... maybe under... no... Aha!
"Here."
Back he goes in the chair as he holds out a laminated page listing how much it costs to use any of their practice spaces for different amounts of time.
"Then the schedule is up on the board over there. That shows when the clubs or other people are meeting for practice and what rooms they'll be using. Some of the people that rent don't mind sharing a space and others insist on having the room to themselves."
The chair dips ever closer to the ground.
"Do you have powers? You know, special abilities of any kind?"
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The chair sways but does not fall. For a moment, it seems the inevitable crash to the ground is averted as Terra leans forward, setting the chair down under him to handle this little matter of practice area use. He shuffles through one of the small piles of paper on the desk in front of him -- turns out being a Newcomer Representative of a martial arts center actually involves some administrative work. His employers, all locals, had seen an opportunity to help their dojo along by 'promoting' their Newcomer employee and sticking him with extra tasks like advertising to other Newcomers, helping them join any of the clubs that practice at Portside, and handling some of the paperwork related to their business.
Terra misses the days when he was just an assistant... but he'd needed the extra bit of money.
Sighing, he pulls open a drawer and continues his search for the right piece of paper.
"A few people do rent the practice rooms for their own use..."
No, he's not stalling. He knows exactly where that sheet with the rates is. It's... right... maybe under... no... Aha!
"Here."
Back he goes in the chair as he holds out a laminated page listing how much it costs to use any of their practice spaces for different amounts of time.
"Then the schedule is up on the board over there. That shows when the clubs or other people are meeting for practice and what rooms they'll be using. Some of the people that rent don't mind sharing a space and others insist on having the room to themselves."
The chair dips ever closer to the ground.
"Do you have powers? You know, special abilities of any kind?"