[h2]Workin’ For A Living Part 3 - Early Evening[/h2] [h3]New Melbourne[/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule] [table] [row][cell][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [cell] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url] [/cell] [/row][/table] [hider=Skye’s Music] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2BSZP74ySg[/youtube] [/hider] The trio reported, like the job ticket stated to Ms. Gershwitz, an imposing looking woman with short cropped hair and deep set brown eyes furrowed just enough to portray she wasn’t looking for any shenanigans. The Skyes along with about a dozen other temps like them were quickly put to work setting up tables for the soon-to-be arriving guests. “Forks on the left, salad, dinner, fish, on the right it’s knife, weird knife, spoon and water glass,” Cyd reminded Isaac under her breath. She should have made a chart and had him study. "I know!" Isaac hissed at his sister as he placed the flatware on the table, copying one of the other workers but trying his best to not make it look obvious. The last thing he needed was for Cyd to know he had forgotten. He'd never hear the end of it. "You two, don't dawdle." Ms. Gershwitz instructed in a very crisp tone while snapping her fingers at Cyd and Isaac. She didn't seem the type that tolerated dawdling. Worse still, she [i]did[/i], however, seem the type that might watch them like a hawk all evening. A fact that neither sibling particularly relished. Every time the woman's severe eyes fell fell upon Cyd's aqua hair, one thing was certain...she did [i]not [/i] like it. Isaac gave a small curl of his lip to his sister that simultaneously said both "Nyah" but also "Get lost!" They didn't want to spend the entire evening under the withering gaze of the Eye of Gershwitz. He continued busying himself with the place settings of this and then the next banquet table. [I]Should have gotten a wig for Cyd.[/I] Mathias chided to himself. Isaac wasn't helping with the sour faces he was making. "Excuses Ms. Gershwitz I'm noticing my layout is a bit off. I know it's supposed to be a thumb space from the edge but … uh … I got big hands." Mathias said, pointing out the predicament. Hopefully with a different bone to chew Cyd and Sourpuss face could rocket through and keep under the radar. “You do indeed, “ Gershwitz said with a smile. “Here, let me help.” Cyd tried not to laugh at her brother’s expense. She made small talk with a few other temps hired for the event, avoiding Gershwitz at all costs. Ms. Gershwitz leaned in close to utensils … and Mathias. Oh when plans go much further then it should. When the forks and knives were fixed she had given him a pat on the shoulder that lingered a little too long then what someone might consider appropriate. Either this was going to work really well for them or backfire spectacularly. The night was young! Isaac's annoyance at his sister soon evaporated as he watched his brother be …"mentored"...by the cougar. It seemed everyone has their weakness and Madam Librarian's weakness was "big hands". The teen bit his lip hard trying to maintain his composure. Then he heard it. He managed to be allowed to hold onto his earbuds, feigning a disability and explaining how they helped him to hear. While the former wasn't true, the latter most certainly was. The sound of six bright, unique beeps being entered on an access panel chirped happily in his earpiece. The panel in question was connected to a door at the far end of the room that led to Master Ian Vanderhull's study. Isaac noticed a rather sizeable guard pulling a key card from a slot in the access panel where the code has been entered and the lock on the door disengaged with a click. The guard stepped through and the door closed behind him, giving another click as the lock re-engaged. As he set the next place setting, he briefly tapped out "G-E-T C-R-D" with the butt end of the flatware as he placed them. He repeated it with the next place setting and glanced to his siblings to see if his message had been received by either of them. Mathias thrummed his fingers on the on the table as Ms. Gerswitch fixed Mathias' collar that definitely did not need fixing! "O-N-I-T"