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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 6:58 pm
Scenerio 4: OH THANK GOD, LET'S ALL GO BE POOR AND HOMELESS AGAIN
She wasn't sure if she wanted to rate that week the BEST WEEK EVER, in perspective, or the WORST.
Horrible sneezing fits, a 'fever', as Yoss had entitled her 'condition, and frankly the fact that whenever she went outside she could practically -feel- the cold seeping through her body and deep into her bones.
The entire thing had gone miserably, but they were alive. That's why the week had been so wonderful. She had recovered rather nicely (though her shoulder was still a little sore), though with some remnants of her sniffles here and there and thus had found herself quite the little nerdy tourist activity.
Oh yes, she'd practically -shove- herself into windows, staring into them to see inside, almost like a puppy, curious as all hell. This had also led to her random disappearing acts to go visit the same places..... a couple of times a day.
Sometimes she could be hunted down (to which she was dragged back to their 'new' Inn and told off for leaving without prior announcement) and other times we was just gone.
Today's venture had resulted in one of those 'gone' for a while days.
Which actually hadn't bothered Kanda very much. In fact, that had left him with reading the newspaper (Oh so familiar) and sipping tea while he looked over the current job offers. Frankly it had come as such:
A lot of nothing.
Why had they vouched to go to Salig instead of Xorosh........... Oh yeah. He knew the answer to that one: Because -he- hadn't wanted to go. Plenty of good work..
certain special annoyances.
Rather, why did the work in Salig consist of such menial little things for the most part? (Like the laughable one to be a body guard for while cleaning up a wreckage that had occured a few miles into the mountains.
AH HA HA)
At this rate, Kanda figured, they might need to look elsewhere.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:53 pm
... There was no doubt about it. This had been the WORST WEEK OF HIS LIFE.
For all of the horror and suffering they'd endured to get there, one would think that Salig was a pleasurable place to stay, with its bustling populations and warm Inns and decent food.
As far as Yossarian was concerned, however, those petty luxuries were a failed compensation for the absolutely PATHETIC reservoir of open work-- not to mention the damnable COLD! Every time he trekked outside of their little 'residence' on yet another (ultimately unsuccessful) job search, his throat would crack, his eyes would water, his nose would run like a broken faucet and, worst of all, he couldn't choke down those wretched, DAMNABLE SNEEZES...
Just how some tenacious little 'sick' bug had managed to thwart his (supposedly immaculate) immune system for a solid week now was beyond the disgruntled warrior, currently on the tail end of a scalding hot bath in 'his' room (even if he shared it) in a desperate attempt to boil the virus from his body.
Sure to be a failed attempt, of course, but he could keep hoping.
And what of Shae, the quartet's most (seemingly) feeble of bodies? How was she handling this peculiar new city of snow and ice?
Better than Yossarian, rather surprisingly, as the little female-- following two days of utter seclusion where she had more or less seemed to disappear off the face of the planet (short of reappearing to sleep like the dead across her mattress)-- had returned to her perfectly 'normal' self once again, waking up, drinking her tea with breakfast, and heading out in search of work to be had.
The available options might have been menial, sure... but menial (and tame) was her specialty, and four day's worth of cleaning, scrubbing, baby-sitting and dishwashing in the city had not only granted her enough money to buy two new shirts (who WOULDN'T get a spare after she'd destroyed so many already?), but a black tweed jacket as well... which had certainly helped to compensate for her lacking fur in the bitter climate.
Now it was day five of the job hunt, having drank her chai, packed her carry-bag, pocketed Del, and set off into the city by first light, off to search the local mercenary hangouts and see what (or in this case whom) she'd come across.
The results of said search had been unexpectedly lucrative.
The fact that she'd returned so early was the first sign of something unusual, sidling back to the little Inn long before the sun had even sunk low, with flecks of snow on her shoulders and a very, very important scrap of paper in hand-- complete with names and place of residence scrawled across it in neat, sophisticated cursive.
Now, to see who was still around...
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:24 pm
Kanda, while not having 'finished' his search for work for the day, was at the Inn, sipping tea and having seemed to have come back to take one of his menial 'Check ups' on the crew.
Which had pretty much been an excuse to make sure nobody had been kidnapped or mauled in the snow and much less peaceful town. Even -ERASMUS- had more for him to do. But that might have been due to a certain someone's -very- organized efforts.
Which he appreciated MUCH more when said someone hadn't become one of the annoyances of his life.
So the fact he was looming about with a rather calm facade said that...... well, very little. He wouldn't have worried over Yossarian or Asteria (and probably not Shae, but then again he just forced her into treatment) even if they -had- been injured.
However, he was at least alive and around, giving Shae a look when she reentered the building with one eyebrow lifted, but moreso with the same expression as he'd had before.
Yep, she'd walked -right- into that one. She'd been happily coming back to the Inn when 'it' had happened. Probably some divine retribution from -some- god, but it had caused her return to the Inn to be a bit of a doozy.
Complete with one faceplant in the snow.... before she started to sneeze miserably. Dammit. She'd show those damned sneezes who was bo-
ACHOO
Grumble grumble.
A grand total of TEN minutes after Shae's return, Asteria finally returned, opening the front door of the Inn with a bit of a huff before making a -very- well placed and probably hilarious comment/inquiry combo.
"Do I have an imprint on my face? Someone bashed a door into it."
Hmm, how familiar.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:47 pm
"Hnn?..." It seemed that Kanda had spotted Shae the moment that Shae had spotted Kanda, as the latter female forced a thin half-smile of greeting as she proceeded to remove her jacket (the Inn was too warm for it) and carefully dust the snow from it before placing the garment over an empty chair-back. With that finished, she set aside the carry-bag and retrieved herself a cup of mostly-hot tea as well (so nice that there were usually warm kettles around) to sip as she finally sat down to join her 'partner', of sorts.
"... Ma'am is out again, I assume?" she asked more or less rhetorically, heaving a light sigh and gazing around the room rather absently. "... I hope she returns soon, because I might have found--"
"What? Have we finally struck upon some hope of monetary gain?" groused an exceptionally well timed Yossarian, finally having given up on the tub and scrubbed dry (it took five towels this time) to join the other two in the 'public' quarters of their residence.
"... O-Oh, yes, Mister Yossarian..." she affirmed quietly, working to smooth a few folds from the beaten scrap of paper. "Though I'd like to wait until Ma'am has returned before we discuss it any f--"
And speak of the devil-- Aster had just arrived with a bang!
... Literally.
"You have a discernible wood grain on your right cheek," Yossarian pointed (not so) helpfully, rolling his eyes a bit and sighing. "Hasten over here, woman-- apparently, we've run across some form of work."
... As for the obvious Karmic retribution of the door, he didn't comment any further-- but maybe the harlot's little paranoia about that silly concept was founded after all. Hnn.
"Well... You see..." But it was time for the smallest among them to explain things, setting the scrap in the middle of the table for all to see. "I ran across two... wealthy individuals at an establishment today-- aristocrats seeking... some form of 'protection' for an elite event in the next few days. Would... that be an appropriate commission for us to take, maybe?..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:24 pm
"Dammit!"
This swear was followed by a sneeze as Asteria rubbed the side of her face in a pitiful attempt to get whatever impression may or may not have actually been there, quite content to grumble as she too made her way over to the table, taking a seat across from Yossarian.
Then giving him another 'ZOMG' look, jumping -ever- so slightly, then staring at the paper that Shae was proceeding to explain.
Thank -god- some form of 'mental savior' was watching out for her pathetic state of being and making sure pieces of paper were explained to her. Either that or Yoss had let her lack of ability to read slip.
Cry.
Oh great, work in the form of bodyguarding. While she was perfectly fine with the idea that the MEN were capable of such a thing, Aster felt silly even carrying around the knife she'd picked up off the dead pirate a week previously with her...
Afterall, she'd dislocated her arm the first time.
"Well, it sounds pretty simple. Any tag-notes?"
Oh what word had Asteria just created? Tag-notes?
Well, at least it sounded simple.
Kanda had gotten about the same idea as Asteria, only sans the thought about the knife, knowing quite well that himself and Yossarian could have handled the work well enough on their own without the two girls being put into a state of ....
well, more of the same they'd already been subjected to.
Overall the job sounded pretty simple. Which meant there was a catch. A quick glance over the paper told him very little, simply that they wanted at least two capable body guards as well as an 'extra female hand'.
.....
..........
Once he finished looking it over, he held it out for Yossarian to do the same.
"Sounds well enough."
Yeah... with a BACKGROUND CHECK.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:07 pm
... It was really sad how similar Yossarian and Kanda's trains of thought happened to be on the topic of this little 'job' the harlot had managed to scavenge out of God Knew Where, snagging the piece of paper from his little 'rival' to give it a careful personal scrutiny.
It did seem like a simple enough job; he'd done his share of "guarding" work in the past and never had any issues with it, after all. The objectives were usually just a pretty straightforward 'keep so and so away from these people' or 'make sure this isn't stolen', and he hadn't failed once to date.
... But that gender specific request did strike him as a little unusual, still. Sure, men were generally stronger than women in the mercenary trade (if only he'd met the exhibitionist with the fork so long ago), but... why the 'female' request?
Well, that was of little concern to him now; together with his fellow swordsman, he could surely squash any petty challenge to their new client's little soiree and accomplish the task without incident!
Right?
"So then, does this time and address signify a meeting place?" he inquired to the little passenger pigeon of the bunch who, jolting back to reality with a slight flinch, nodded quietly.
"That would be... correct, Mister Yossarian."
"Well then, I expect we'd best be readying ourselves. We've only an hour or so to prepare for this little venture."
"... Indeed." Hnn, she seemed to be unusually quiet today-- not that Shae was ever particularly loud in any way, shape or form, but.. eh, no, it was just Yossarian's imagination, and he passed it off with a shrug.
At least they finally had the promise of a decent job after idling for so damned long!
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:57 pm
Kanda did a double-check of the time, his face straight. While he did notice Shae's lack of 'attention', he made no comment about it. He'd known her to have her own moments now and then. Especially when it came to following up after previous incidents.
Kanda's own shoulder still needed another night of rest before he'd be left with barely a scar to show for the bite in his flesh.
"An hour is plenty." he stated flatly before he left the table to ascend the stairs to make his own 'preparations' in terms of being slightly more 'presentable' (as nobody wanted to take on a body guard who looked at their wits ends) in terms of some meditation.
Guard work. Always a nice break from the more hassling stuff, frankly.
It seemed as though they were going for it. However, it was also by Asteria's observation that Shae didn't exactly seem that pleased with it. Was there something -up- with this job? Had she been threatened into bringing it to them?
....
Nah, Shae was probably just a little tired. That made perfect sense to Aster whom was rather aware of the amount of work that the other young woman had been putting in, replacing a shirt (which had been a surprise to Asteria to discover was a problem at all, she'd played off the 'I have no shirt' so well) as well as finding other work.
"Prepare? Prepare how?"
Aster was rather.. -new- to the trade so it was only natural that she was oblivious to whatever 'preparing' she needed to do for it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 12:47 am
And Shae was secretly thankful that no one had said a word about her little flinch, secretly praying (though a part of her knew better already) that the slip had gone unnoticed as she rose from her seat, tea mug in hand, and hefted her carry-bag over one shoulder (... she'd grown accustomed enough to her sore torso to not show any signs of pain for days now) in preparation to... well, prepare.
A bath and a bandage change were in order, as well as some... quiet meditation to clear her thoughts a little. Yes, that sounded like a good idea...
Everything would be just fi--
"By making yourself look presentable, of course," Yossarian cut off her train of thought with an exasperated response to Aster, sighing lightly as he, too, got to his feet. "Even the foulest of mercenaries are required to show some amount of aesthetic effort when meeting a client of this nature."
Well, that was enough of an explanation that the latter female felt no need to add on (as if she would've anyway), throwing her jacket over one arm and, with a light little... bow, of sorts, sidled off back to her (and Aster's) room. Yes, there was no time to waste!
Especially if she wanted to get in that 'thoughtful decompression' period before they were spirited off to meet those two...
"..." Yet again Yossarian didn't comment (or even notice, hell) the latter girl, already going through a mental to-do list of comb his hair out before it dried entirely (shame he still had that stupid thing and USED it), polish his sword, stretch, check his tail for any tangles at the plume...
Er, yes. Basic preening, really.
"So then, hurry along with your... feminine grooming, or what have you, woman," he grumbled, making a little shooing gesture. "Don't dawdle."
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 1:13 am
'Look presentable'.
Asteria had -never- looked presentable in her singular being life. Which of course left her with the problem of 'NO MOM OR SOPHIE TO HELP. BAAAHHH', a mental freakout she had for a few moments which was interrupted by Yoss speaking again.
Oh god, she probably really did look like she had a fever in that moment.
"Ah! Um....." she paused, shifted awkwardly, before ultimately deciding not to finish whatever thought it was she was having and simply slinking off to .... 'Groom' or whatever it was she did have.
...
Shoot, she was used to being able to go 'I'm clean!', throw on clothing, and not worry about nitpicking. This really wasn't something she was looking forward to doing now that she had to FRET like a teenage prep.
Kanda, as opposed, was far less worried about his physical appearance, having replaced his bloody jacket (though not having gotten rid of the previous one. He just didn't want to walk about town with people wondering if he'd murdered a family of 8.) days previous and...
Well, while the current day could have bore some grooming and nitpicking of details, he'd done all 'cleaning' of his body last night.
Along with more meditation. He was like a damn MONK.
Which left him sitting there on his bed with his legs crossed for several minutes before he rose again to start.... nitpicking details.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 1:39 am
... And so an hour passed,
Not that it went to waste or anything, of course-- as all the little Koshka scampered about in their primping and preening and... whatever else was in order to prepare for the epic journey out.
True to form (or function, more specifically), Shae got right down to the business, soaking in a hot bath for the better part of twenty minutes to clean herself from head to toe. First the scalp and skin got a good scrubbing, then the tail, the ears, and finally, with particular care, the mass of half-healed guts and gashes she'd cautiously unwrapped, making absolutely certain that any speck of dirt of debris was purged from open tissue to avoid infection.
Oh... and of course there was that to tread around as well, but the seams were airtight and she had never really been afraid of getting it wet, so... eh.
Finally satisfied, she hauled herself out of the water and redressed (the nastiest glass-cut under her 'heart' was the only thing that still needed gauze), throwing on a pair of freshly cleaned black trousers and the typical cream-white shirt with cravat, combed her hair through, checked to make certain Del hadn't crashed into the tub (he hadn't, thank god) and... spent the remainder of her time idling back at the 'public' portion of the little Inn, sipping tepid chai without sweetener and just sort of... gazing off at the wall.
Yeah, this was the closest to meditation she'd be getting in such a small space without a 'personal' room, so... it's do.
Having already gotten the whole bathing ritual taken care of, Yossarian was free to spend his time doing more productive things.... like combing his hair in the bathroom (behind locked doors) and then working his tail to a (rather guiltily silk) state of neatness at the ends. Hell, the fur was practically forming little RINGLETS down there once he gave it a bit of attention and that.... actually scared him quite a bit.
But digressing from that, he was soon finished with 'grooming', nicely bone dry and ready to go in his usual violet-and-eggshell number, sword polished and ready to go.
Of which the time was finally upon them for just that!
Joy!
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:04 am
Asteria's 'cleaning' had gone a little less well, having taken up a bathroom when she was given the opportunity at it and practically going into an awkward OCD tangent with it. This consisted of her practically scrubbing her scalp off amongst other little 'quirks'.
Like making sure the mangled mess known as the end of her tail was carefully checked over, making sure all the 'scruff' of fur on her face was combed in the right direction and.... Oh damn, she might as well have made the effort with her hair instead of letting it go off into it's own 'GO EVERYWHERE' assault...
...
She was by no means trained in the way of braiding her hair, though, so she ended up just making sure it was a carefully contained in a -ponytail- mass of wavy-curl.
Though now she felt a little bit self concious about those two uneven locks of hair RIGHT ABOVE HER EYE.
However, she forced that to go out of priority and instead had gone to making sure all 'edges' of her clothing (like her uneven trousers) were folded over to a nice 'even' look, before she had finally come down the stairs, sighing a couple of times.
"I don't think I'm good at the 'presentable' bit..."
Clean, less-everywhere, and not wrinkled. Better than before.
Kanda had, frankly, been the first of them to be done with his 'grooming, having run a hand over particularly nasty bits of fur, though he was unable to do anything about his crooked ear.
Which he paid little mind on, instead having focused on smaller things like, though neither would have liked to known, making sure he didn't have particular knots in his hair and tail, making sure he didn't miss little things (inside out or unfolded edges of clothing never went good via explanation)....
And making sure, for the fiftieth time, Mugen was shined up to the best of it's appearance, giving it a test swing to make sure he was pleased with it, before the sword was returned to it's proper place and he had gone downstairs.
Finishing his tea had been a big 'pro' of the day, in this case, waiting until it seemed the last member of their jolly little band came down the stairs and announced her thoughts of failure in 'presentable'.
"We're looking to not look like we walked in off the street, not like you came off a pedigree chart." he stated firmly, then continued.
"Are we ready?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:29 am
Spying the final two among them coming out of hiding at last (since Kanda had been around and 'ready' looking before she'd even gotten there), Shae was quick to finish off her luke-warm mug and stand, sliding on her tweed jacket and snatching Del (which clicked with alarm) into one of the inner pockets. Best to keep the little golem out of trouble while they were on the street, anyway...
"I've been ready for quite some time," Yossarian groused, ever the face of blithe cheer as he trotted off on his fellow swordsman's heels, only passing the briefest of glances over his shoulder to survey the females of the lot... and mostly just to confirm that they were tagging along.
Though he had to admit, the fact that Aster had made any effort at all to groom herself did show in the finer details. She was looking a little less like some street urchin and a little more like... well, a "normal" Koshka of decent standing. Hell, with a few hours of rigorous work and intense grooming, she might've even passed for decent woman.
... Oh ha ha, that was an odd thought that damn near broke his brain. Hell, he couldn't even PICTURE her in a dress if his life depended on it-- and the other one was still boyish as ever.
It was a good thing he'd never really given a rat's a** for the whole 'physical aesthetics' beyond general cleanliness and upkeep, sure, but still, trying to picture it, even as a completely random mental tangent was just... no go.
Shae didn't really appear that... different, but then again, her 'norm' (assuming she hadn't just suffered some horrific injury) was relatively clean and presentable anyway.
And now the race was on to track down this mysterious address where they'd been instructed to meet for a "briefing" of sorts.... which, within a matter of just minutes, had lead the quartet down one particularly grand avenue LINED in houses (or mansions? museums?) of staggering opulence. One at the end of the street was even large enough to dwarf the others in its shadow, white as porcelain (or was it just covered in marble facing?), with a pair of fancy corinthian columns supporting an 'awning' over the GIANT entryway.
... Surely, that couldn't be?...
But no, the addresses DID match, huh? ...
Maybe Yossarian had been underestimating the harlot's job searching abilities a little, really; if these people lived THIS well, then surely, their budget had to be ENDLESS...
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:45 am
LITTLE CITY GIRL. LITTLE CITY GIRL.
Oh lord how she was wishing the NEON SIGN that was her FACE wasn't reflecting that very thought out into the world as she stared at all the giant houses they passed, feeling her stomach sink oh so greatly as she tagged along at Yossarian's heels... or rather two steps behind.
Though the -noise- she made at the houses got bigger, making her feel smaller and smaller as they went, was probably hilarious, some horrible love-child between a whine and a squeak.
Which all but silenced at -THE- house.
"Oh. My. God."
Yeah, now ERASMUS felt tiny to her. This place was -GIANT-. She'd been expecting a 'big' house (yeah, like big as in the SMALLER HOUSES ON THIS STREET. HOLY ********), but she felt like they were being put into care of a -continent-.
"........."
Yeah, there went the squeaking voice again. Indeed, she'd been stunned into silence.
Kanda, instead, groaned a bit at the large house, pondering to himself what on earth -these ones- packed into all that amount of space.
Really, he'd been to far too many 'big' houses in his life to stop and gawk at this one, instead waiting about 30 seconds for a group recovery (though Asteria was pretty quiet, so she could stay in awe mode. It was probably her first time seeing -anything- so big, none the less tons of them) before he started to make his way through the EPIC ARCHES OF DEATH with a rather purposefully towards it.
No cutting corners here, however, there was a certain antsy ness to the gates being wide open for 'Mercenaries', yet it seemed as though nobody was here, causing him to leave a hand on Mugen and take a careful LEER around the lawn.
Probably made someone pass out if anybody had been waiting.
...
And damn, even the front doors of this damn place were huge. He and Yoss's height combined -might- have touched the top door frame.
...
MIGHT.
This observation was followed with his normal expression before he glanced over his shoulder to check for the 'group', then tapped on the door quite forcefully for such a small action of the lower arm.
And then waiting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:36 pm
Oh, how he should've been expecting such childish awe from certain latter members of the party-- and yet still Yossarian found himself groaning inwardly at Aster's flabbergasted comments. Granted, she was probably the type of woman who'd grown up in a place where such grand buildings weren't even fathomable, but... for god's sakes, at least she could hold her tongue and act tactful about it!
Then again, he as a little biased on that one, having traveled to the point that... well, almost nothing was surprising. A big house was a big house, but he wasn't about to let a thing like size scare him! Ha!
Or at least, he wasn't about to let it show...
Shae was thankfully a little more behaved when it came to the overwhelming atmosphere, keeping any possible commentary to herself and just... shrinking a bit into the shadows of the 'leaders' in the group, perhaps in some quiet attempt at self-assurance. Sure, she'd been informed that they were "wealthy" but... no, this FAR exceeded ANYTHING she'd been anticipating, still!
But now they'd gotten to the doors (even Yossarian had to take a pause at the sheer SCALE of them) and the dark male wasted no time in shoving the carved wooden monstrosities open to--
"Oh, darling, just look at them!"
... to be greeted by the gleeful OUTBURST of a slightly stocky grey-haired Koshka woman (in the most elegant silk-ruffled red dress Shae had ever seen) who wouldn't have been younger than seventy, standing at the base of a tremendous spiral staircase and RADIATING delight.
"Oh Thane, Thane, darling, don't you just think they're perfect?" she went on to the taller man at her side, giggling like a schoolgirl, "with a bit of proper care and grooming, they could easily--"
"And just what is the meaning of this?" Yossarian, while absolutely befuddled that he'd just gotten blind-sided with elderly doting (Shae on the other hand was sadly used to it by now), still managed to jar his brain enough to speak out, and how. "I demand to know the meaning of thi--"
"I-It's just part of the job requirements, I suppose," but someone else interrupted him, which was... unusual, considering the one in question. "Perhaps we should hear them out before making overzealous judgements, Mister Yossarian?..."
He didn't like being told to shut his mouth (which was what she'd done, more or less), but... for the sake of the apparently enormous payoff to this cordial mess, he'd humor her... for the moment.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 5:30 pm
She could feel her tail puff a little around the bandaging, almost wanting to run her hand over the disturbed fur to fix it, but at the same time having been pushed into a self-conciousness that prevented her from doing such an 'unsightly' thing in view of the very...
...
ODD pairing.
A giddy old rich woman (and lord Aster would have been -BURIED- in that dress...) was expected, but 'Thane' was just -as- delighted by the view of the quartet.
"Oh yes, Delilah~!" he cooed back, placing a hand over her's adoringly before continuing on her tangent for her. "A few rough edges but... ah, a dark suit for the taller one, perhaps a dark gray for the shorter?" he offerred in light suggestion, a broad grin on his face.
Something in Aster had screamed 'RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN' at that moment. Oh how she would later wished she had.
Kanda was less 'earnest' about throwing himself into this situation when the old couple (ARRRGGGHHH. They'd gone so long without one! DAMMIT) started to waffle-off about suits and 'polishing up' and other various things.
What had they just walked in to?
"........... Sir and Ma'am. Would you care to share with us just what details of this offer you've made publicly," he presumed more than just Shae had seen this 'offer', which made him even more curious as to why -they- were the only ones there, "were withheld?"
Thane simply continued to babble on with his wife for a moment, before he went to answer the very...... 'calmly worded' question made by the mercenary.
"Ah, apologies, sirs and madams." he offered the quartet a light bow. "If the young ladies are here for the help with the extra-hand, I'm sure Delilah," GUSH OF AFFECTION, "would be more than happy to explain to them their responsibilities while I could go into these 'details' you wish for?"
A way to break the four up.
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