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carefulinspekshun) wrote2020-01-07 10:24 pm
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Bizzyboys H.Q.

The Bizzyboy's headquarters is, in truth, just Hector's house, but it's more than the apartment he'd run it out of before.
The main room of the home has been pulled apart from what was once a living room to a "base of operations," with a couple desks, a few filing cabinets, and a phone. Cabinets stand tall, filled with cluttered supplies, and most of the desks are presently empty, save for two: a particularly orderly one, and another covered in notes, doodles, and garbage. Dividing screens separate what appear to be the more resided in parts of the home, and they appear, at a glance, to be cluttered with the furniture that was moved out of the "main office."
Upon entering, a door chimes, from where a little bell was jury-rigged just above the edge. It doesn't take long for the leader of the Bizzyboys (or his first in command) to make an appearance from somewhere inside!
(Open to visits, calls, or any other manners of run-in!)
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"I don't need it, and it sounds like it's better if I don't put either of us through that," they say, straight-faced. They drop a few sugar cubes into the coffee. Setting it aside, they extend a hand gloved in white like a classic cartoon to shake Capochin's fuzzy one.
"Moiré Myrekrig. Formerly of the Autumn Court."
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"So! I take it ya seen our ad. What interested you about da position?"
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"It sounded like an interesting job that I'd be good at. In the Court, investigation and problem solving were the main things they asked me and my friends to do." Which was as much because Moiré's motley was a bunch of nobodies who went from having no reputation to a reputation for being loose cannons and trouble magnets as for their skills, but they did have the skills. "Also I think I could do more good here than with the cops."
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"Hey, dat's great, love meetin' folks with experience. I'm used to just hirin' any schmuck off the street n' hopin' for the best. And we love out-doin' the cops. You lookin' for full time or what?"
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"It's not my colour," says Moiré, who's dressed all in black, white, and grey and technically wearing no colours at all, "but I can accept that. Especially if it's just the jacket and not a whole outfit. As uniforms go, that's pretty loose."
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