Superbia Intro Log ... ?

[cancrymods]

SUPERBIA

With the dragon of greed thoroughly slain, the Executors are at last free to escape the sensory hell of the Avaritia Underside and descend to the next Layer. There's still sound and chatter, of course, but compared to where you've been spending all your time until now. Welcome to Superbia. And make yourself comfortable... because now that you've arrived, the stairs that guided you down here have disappeared and you won't be leaving any time soon. Feel free to use this arrival log to chronicle your initial misadventures in the Pride Layer of Purgatory. As noted in the location page, several locations will require further investigation if you'd like to get some information on them, so get investigating! Drop a comment down to the Investigation Request subheader if you'd like to explore. Get out there and have fun! ... is anybody else feeling some deja vu?

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[etincelledefierte]

Etoile nods, catching Monarch’s eye. She’s still learning the ropes, but she can tell something is off about Miss President. There’s something that’s too focused on making things perfect; it’s as if she’s afraid of letting someone down. She scribbles that down in her notes, then starts to look over the event schedule. Etoile runs her finger down the page as she scans it, humming an idle note as she does.

“You weren’t kidding when you said there was a lot to do between now and Tuesday,” she comments, with a little smile. “I think we can handle it, but I had one more question. How many of us will be touching base with the club presidents on the day of the festival?”

[cancrymods]

"Between you two, me and one of the other volunteers, that makes four of us!"

Said volunteer, an unassuming looking Specter in glasses, dips their head in a little nod. With the amount of clubs to manage on the day, four people could probably get it down pat, but the two people prior to Monarch and Etoile's arrival? Probably not.

"Are there any clubs in particular you'd prefer to work with?"

[ourtomorrow]

Any clubs in -

Monarch's mind blanks. He's overloaded with trying not to seem suspicious, trying not to just blurt the questions he wants to know, still needing time to process all his feelings about Wormmon - and there's so many clubs - what would be the most practical - what would help the Executors most - he has to help - he has to....

"....Um......"

He's so sorry, Etoile, or he would be if he had the brain space. Especially since you've only just become an Executor and he needs to set a good example. But Monarch needs to reboot, this is one detail too many for his detail-obsessed brain. Save him.

[etincelledefierte]

“I’ll let him think for a few minutes, but I’m happy to work with the music and theatre clubs,” Etoile answers. “Like I said before, the allergies are really bad this year. Sinus headaches make it hard to think, you know?”

She’s hoping her sincere expression will be enough to cover for Monarch. She’ll definitely have to talk to him once they’re all done.

“It looks like things are shaping up really well,” she comments, looking over the schedule. “I’m sure things will go well on the day.”