Eglantine-Fox
Posts: 872
9/5/2016
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It's been a long day in Spite. Relief efforts don't organise themselves, except perhaps in Polythreme. Siobhan is stuck squarely in the middle of these efforts, arguing, persuading, and outright browbeating people into doing what's necessary.
Feed the hungry, tend the sick, clothe the cold, and find beds for the weary. The work never ends, and Siobhan may be feeling just a little weary herself, which is why her temper is a little thin by the time Sara finds her.
She's debating angrily with a man - at least, the tone conveys anger, even if one doesn't understand Gaelic, and calling the other party a man is probably at least as accurate as calling him a loud and ambulant talking beard. Now here's someone no barber has touched in at least a decade.
"Is cuma sa toll feisithe liomsa," Siobhan snaps, apparently concluding the conversation. "To Hell with what the dockers say, those barrels need to be here by tomorrow. Or people'll go hungry, and the food'll just sit there going rotten. You tell them that, all right?" She's switched back to English as the elderly woman escorting Sara in arrives, for her sake.
The man, or walking beard, leaves, muttering something under his breath.
At last she sees Sara, and Siobhan forces a polite smile onto her face. "How can I help you?"
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Sara Hysaro
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Posts: 4514
9/5/2016
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Instantly Sara senses the hostility in the air, but forces herself to ignore it; things need to be discussed, and politely fleeing the situation will only make things worse. She affects a casual, friendly tone to mask her nervousness, and quickly organizes her thoughts to avoid missteps there. "Hello! I'm Sara Hysaro. I'm here to talk about the supply drive I'm currently running to help Flowerdene."
It's entirely probable that stating her business was unnecessary since Eli surely would have told Siobhan about everything, but it wouldn't be the first time details have suffered casualties due to stress. Better to be overly informative than to leave someone trying to remember who this strange lady is and why she thinks her name is a sufficient answer.
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