Bizzyboys H.Q.

[carefulinspekshun]

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!)

Comments

[theydrewfirstblood]

"Yeah, kinda." John replies, huffing out a quiet little chuckle as Hector's tail curls up with such painful good cheer it's more than a little infectious. The laugh is a by-product of that contagious brightness, and it's...nice, if sad only because it strikes a strangely familiar chord in him.

"I've met Mortanne, too--couple of the others, like Kora and Celestine, but Serranai is the one I serve. She's..."

He trails off, and the way his smile turns so painfully tender? Yeah, that says a lot.

"...thing about the goddesses is that in their season, they can come to us, y'know? Walk around like people if they want to. Serranai's done so much for me, and with the waiting--a buddy of mine who's been helped by Celestine does this thing in the fall, Yamsgiving. Like a holiday I celebrate back home involving a big kinda feast to recognize our blessings and have a moment of community. Thought about doing something like that for Serranai, but...I don't even know what that would look like, or what it would be for. That's kinda where the 'think tank' thing comes in. Make any sense?"

[carefulinspekshun]

Look at the smile on this big guy's face, the little laugh there. This is going better than Hector ever could've hoped it to! He can't help but get a little sentimental about it, as well. He's heard dozens of people in God Grove plan things like that for their gods of choice, even before his own ascension... not to mention seeing firsthand just how much such a thing means to the gods.

Call him nostalgic, but between getting a first community-based gig and the type of job it is, how could he possibly say no?

"A big feast to celebrate the comin' season, all tied up in a god that's important to yew. It makes poifect sense to me!" Hector agrees, and he pulls down another one of those note-cards, snagging a pen off of a desk (it's one of Capochin's - sorry, Capo, he's certainly going to steal that) and scribbling a few things down. He prattles all while he does, however. "We got a lil' more winter to get some big plans together, but I've always been decent at net-were-king, so yew leave that all up to me! I'll get people with the cheffie type'a head on their shoulders, and maybe some other people who know what da goddesses like. Take it from me, goddy-types can be opinionated!"

A beat, and he offers a smile back up to John - this one, more tender, matching the other man's.

"But, as sumbuddy with first-hand ex-pier-ee-ants with goddy-bizzniss? Yew're gonna make her real happy, no matter how we pull dis off. I can tell ya that much."