1st craft. [video]

[cheir]

[ This is a very solemn-looking young lady!

... Well, before, it was just black and several noises, one of which sounded like a different application opening entirely and some sounds of hushed frustration because you know what, technology can't love all of us, it is a fickle mistress, etc. But it's okay!! Because the aforementioned young lady is here now and looking so serious that she can't have possibly been frazzled six seconds ago!

No one will ever know. ]

Hello. My name is Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia, and I have a request for those liste-- ah, watching. I've been here a few weeks, and...

[ A pause. The camera slowly tilts to reveal that Fiore's actually sitting in a wheelchair, and there's a certain tightness to her features for those observant enough. As though she's in pain, but happily determined to ignore it and carry on. ]

To phrase it simply, I believe I'll be requiring quite a bit of Chroma for certain purposes, and as such, I'd like to ask if anyone would be willing to... earn it with me. Hand-holding, specifically, as anything beyond that will be entirely determined by the content of your character and only after a lengthy discussion.

[ Okay, so she might not have dealt with hugs or kisses yet, either. Please help her. ]

I understand that this may seem like a lot to ask from someone most of you don't know, but if you'd be willing to discuss this further with me, I'm sure I can find something to offer in return.

Thank you for liste-- watching.

[ It actually takes her like an additional forty seconds to turn it off after she stops speaking, but she's trying. ]

Comments

[cheir]

[ It's okay, Jacopo, we can be losers together. ]

It seems we're of the same opinion, then. [ LOSERS. ] I'd be happy to offer my services, if you're seeking something similar.

[groaned]

[ It's embarrassing and he wishes things were different -- why aren't things different? Just exactly who does he need to complain to enough to get things to change around here? ]

Yes, I -- [ He clears his throat, straightening his posture even if she can't see. ] I'm planning to begin saving for business purposes. I'm interested in starting my own and it's never a good idea to start something with a low bank account.

[cheir]

That's very true... you'll need funds.

[ One cannot rent out an entire airport without money, or-- you, know, starting a business. ]

Do you have an idea of what sort of business you'd like to run?

[groaned]

A -- um...

[ He pauses briefly. There's no point in him lying, especially when he'll have the business running with his name imprinted on it -- that doesn't make it any less embarrassing.

He's the capofamiglia, his men would be laughing at him right now. ]

Though the food here is certainly not lacking, I've noticed that it's lacking the familiarity of my home and so... A restaurant, perhaps.

[cheir]

What a wonderful idea! I think getting different cultural flavors here would help more people feel at home, as well.

[ Why are you embarrassed, you weirdo. ]

[groaned]

[ He's the capofamiglia he's supposed to be doing BIG shit okay. ]

That's the idea. [ He pauses. ] And... I'm not saying that it would be permanent, but your help wouldn't go unnoticed.

[ So she'd get free food? Maybe. ]

[cheir]

... I see.

[ Well, then. ]

I would have helped regardless, but I will certainly keep that in mind.

[groaned]

Just take it as thanks for your help, nothing more.

[ He pauses once more. ]

And forgive me for not introducing myself any time sooner. My name is Jacopo Bearzatti, though you can simply call me Jacopo. [ He then thinks of the million and one nicknames he's gotten over the years no thanks to Maria. ] No nicknames, thank you.

[cheir]

That... all right.

[ She's just going to sound politely puzzled, largely because mages really don't do nicknames. ]

Jacopo it is, then.