It was early in the morning when Dempsey arrived at the bath house. She'd been excited about the opportunity all week, and when she finally arrived, she was skipping and whistling. Sure, there would be a lot of work in store for her today, but bath houses were one of her favorite past times, and she had an unusual enthusiasm for them. If one could not see the limitless possibilities of soaking in a hot tub, sipping on a cold drink, and surrounded by naked women of every shape, size, and race, then it was likely that Dempsey would have little to say to you. She waited for the other aid she'd been assigned to work with. her group tracker said they were someone by the name Felicitas Hellewege, which made her thing Hell sandwich, for some reason. She dismissed the silly idea off hand, deciding that something else a little less whimsical would probably be the way to break the ice with the stranger. Impatiently she checked her palm menu once more, curious as to when the other partner would finally arrive. she decided to bide her time by throwing a bit of seed and waiting patiently for her dove to reveal itself. It was easy to forget whether or not she'd fed it on a given day, and she suspected that her habit of erring on the side of caution was causing the bird to get a bit chubbier than when she'd first taken custody of the thing. With birds fed, and menu checked once more, she began to pace. While looking impatient was her goal, she simply wished to slip out of sight for a moment without arousing suspicion to take another sip from the flask she'd decided to bring with her. She was willing to work weekends, but weekend sobriety was a completely different issue, and one she had clearly strong feelings about. @Felicitas Hellewege
Felicitas was whistling as she made her way to her second ever 'quest', though she hadn't found any quest marker-like mechanics. It was refreshing to actually talk to the NPCs and be asked to help in words, not in digital boxes or stilled screens. This one, unlike the other, seemed quite tame, and she was looking forward to a good, relaxing day of hard work. She grinned as she spotted an impatient figured feeding birds and slipping into a corner every once in a while. It wasn't until she got closer that she realized the woman was drinking from a flask. Felicitas have a friendly call, "Hey there! Dempsey, I hope? I have to say, I'm excited to get to work today! My name is Felicitas, though I suppose you already know that?" She had a wide smile as she came close, reaching out a hand to shake as her other hand attached her hammer to her belt. She didn't want to drop the thing again, solid iron was a bad omen even for protected toes. @Dempsey Fabijain
