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!)

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[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."