LOG: [Thread] [Spanner, Uni, open to any Millefiore]
WHO: Spanner justaskeikaku and Uni byamossystone. Open to any of the Millefiore; please feel free to PM byamossystone if you want to make an entrance~
WHAT: A friendly little discussion about job prospects over lunch.
WHERE: An upscale Italian-Japanese fusion restaurant a few blocks from Paphiopedilum Tower.
WHEN: January 17, 2009
RATING: G
WARNING(s): None -- one hopes!
Uni looked up from her careful examination of the restaurant's menu to check, once again, whether everything was perfectly in place. Though she had spent the past several days buried in manuscripts, proofs, and print-outs of everything from background information to several different portfolios, today not even the slightest hint of that was in sight: the only thing on the table, aside from the menu and place settings, was a tiny white notebook and a silver pen. Everything else, Uni had finished committing to memory.
(Or so she hoped. The important details, at least, were fixed firmly in her mind, and if she needed anything more Kuroki was standing by, watching her from another table some distance away, ready to run out to the car or the office if she needed any documents.)
Though she had been fretting about this meeting ever since she had scheduled it, today Uni pushed away the nervousness and concentrated on what she had been tasked to say. She only hoped the meeting would go well; though Byakuran-sama possessed a kind of charm that meant he almost always got his way, Uni had no such advantage. After all, this kind of interaction was something she had not often done, not since she had left her other life.
WHAT: A friendly little discussion about job prospects over lunch.
WHERE: An upscale Italian-Japanese fusion restaurant a few blocks from Paphiopedilum Tower.
WHEN: January 17, 2009
RATING: G
WARNING(s): None -- one hopes!
Uni looked up from her careful examination of the restaurant's menu to check, once again, whether everything was perfectly in place. Though she had spent the past several days buried in manuscripts, proofs, and print-outs of everything from background information to several different portfolios, today not even the slightest hint of that was in sight: the only thing on the table, aside from the menu and place settings, was a tiny white notebook and a silver pen. Everything else, Uni had finished committing to memory.
(Or so she hoped. The important details, at least, were fixed firmly in her mind, and if she needed anything more Kuroki was standing by, watching her from another table some distance away, ready to run out to the car or the office if she needed any documents.)
Though she had been fretting about this meeting ever since she had scheduled it, today Uni pushed away the nervousness and concentrated on what she had been tasked to say. She only hoped the meeting would go well; though Byakuran-sama possessed a kind of charm that meant he almost always got his way, Uni had no such advantage. After all, this kind of interaction was something she had not often done, not since she had left her other life.