3 A Front
I napped, ahem, listened to another 30 something presentations before checking where cloaky boi was standing in line. Another 24 or so back in line, depending on whether or not that hydra is presenting for multiple groups, the heads do seem to be dressed differently... I wonder what order they'd present in, will they go chronologically based on who showed up first? Or maybe alphabetically?
"Achoo!" A jet of deep cerulean fire shot right above my eggshell. ( ꒪д꒪ ) Despite the heat I felt a tremendous shiver of cold run through my body. "Sorry *sniffles* allergies." said the flower who was presenting. The Kappa who was carrying me on her head was foaming at the mouth in fear, but thanks to her professionalism and my shells elemental resistance she was still alive.
This jerk, don't they know to cover when they cough! Gross! (ಥ⌣ಥ) he singed my shell.
"Anyway as I was saying, we're recruiting plant and energy based beings to create a new planet for habitation by terraforming XGS475 in the Hherzac quadrant..." the plant continued, sneezing jets of fire every once in a while, not even once bothering to cover his mouth. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ Come on! Seriously! Are you allergic to you're own pollen!
I payed attention to the rest of their presentation only because I didn't want to be sneezed on again, its seemed the same could be said for the majority of the audience as we backed away from the presentation stage including the fire beings. Sneeze fire is gross. (>^<). When they finally left the stage the relief was obvious for the majority of the audience, some patting their chest while others sighed.
The next presenter appeared to be a cross between a goblin and an imp. He wore a tailored pinstripe suit with a white undershirt, and carried a cane with padparadscha sapphires inlaid into the pommel as eyes to a screaming demon. His grimace like smile on full display as he tapped the mic with the cane. "Testing testing," a deep gentlemanly voice came out of the pommel. "Ahem." He cleared his throat. "Hello again beings of Aerandel, I'm very sorry that I could not come in person to deliver this message..."
The face on the pommel began his spiel. "In order to repopulate the dungeon we are looking for talented orkish folk to become Mini-bosses on the Middle floors. As this is a simulation world all deaths in the dungeon are semi permanent and result in no lasting damages to your true form, However as is with many other low level simulation worlds the affect on psyche can cause lasting issues if not dealt with promptly, therefore in accordance with... we will provide full psychiatric benefits while you are a part of our dungeon..."
Heh, the whole benefits-as-one-of-us talk. (-_-) Wonder how many suckers will fall for it this time. I think this is the hundredth time I've seen someone send a Frunt -that's a grunt who's a front for a scam- this month. Those poor recruits should have spent more time in school, listen to the subtext you fools! As soon as their mind breaks they'll get cast out in a field to be hunted to death, a permanent one. Even if they end up dying and their relatives hunt down the Frunt, the Frunt doesn't know anything and the entity responsible for their death gets away Scot-free.
After finishing its presentation the pommel staff and interested parties left for the booth he had set up somewhere in the hall. The orange eyes of the pommel seemed to focus in my direction as the pommel showed a similar grimace smile to his Goblin Frunt transporter.
Having now reached the point of bored where I have no bored left it evolved into irritation as I sat and watched the presentations. Given the choice I would have left hours ago, however, beings with no jobs who reside in Aerandel are required to attend the presentations for a minimum of 8 hours a week and I hadn't gone to any until the last day, hence, the matron snatched me from my comfy nest. There would be another four hours of waiting until I would be allowed to leave.
My head was filled with random thoughts as presenter after presenter came and left. As it turns out most of the hydra's heads were in fact presenting for different campaigns, however four or five of them were presenting a skit which was rather interesting to watch. Kind of like one of those monologue acts but with actual different people instead of just funny voices. Maybe I should do some tongue twisters... but I don't have a tongue so how's that supposed to work? Also, I can't taste things if I don't have a tongue. Food sounds interesting. I wonder what eating feels like?
