The door opened with a tinkle of the bell and closed again with another tinkle. Novice stopped just inside the door, dropping her hood back so she could look around the Express office, with its many noticeboards and ink-spattered benches. The office was quite empty though some murmurings seeped through from the back room.
The large board with the sign above it declaring "Here be vacancies in Roleplay Stories"
caught her eye and she hurried over eagerly to see whether any suitable positions were available for any of her cast of characters. She read through them all carefully, her shoulders slumping a little as she came to the end of each notice...most of them appeared to have been filled, and of the remainder, none seemed suitable. She sighed and nibbled at her lower lip, a nervous habit when thinking. Novice cast her eyes down, wondering whether it was worth writing out her own notice to display. Couldn't hurt.
She glanced at the counter, which was amply supplied with paper, quills and ink. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and walked decidedly over to pick up a quill.
Wanted: a part to play in an ongoing adventure or story. Slow-moving would be best, and the capacity to develop character essential. A wide draft of characters is available - human and part-human for the most - and can be developed in appropriate directions to suit an intelligent ensemble...
...Novice's quill slowed to a stop. She re-read her notice with a sinking heart. No, this was all wrong! It sounded so cocksure and arrogant and would be overlooked for sure! She put down the quill and rested her chin on her folded hands on the counter, feeling quite demoralised.
It had been so long since she'd adventured. All her old comrades had either faded away or graduated to tight-knit crews with their time and energy dedicated to busy journeys across the boards.
What was she to do? She nibbled her lip some more. Could she resurrect an old story? The Sea Wolves
had scattered, but the plot was all there, shiny and tempting...The Map of Nogrod
was closed...Rain on Bree
perhaps...No, she could see no way of re-invigorating them. Sometimes history is best undisturbed.
Perhaps a new thread then? Novice pondered it, lips pursed. She lifted one foot to scratch the back of the other knee and shifted weight, her chin still resting on her hands. No, if finding a crew to join was hard, gathering a new crew from scratch was certainly beyond her.
Perhaps Rally the Eldar
would satisfy a small corner of her craving as it continued to hiccup along its long journey and in the meantime she'd bide her time and keep her eyes open.
Yes, that was the best she could do. Decision made, she stood straight with new determination, crumpled the first note and pulled a fresh piece of paper towards her. She dipped her quill into the ink and thought for a moment, composing her simple desire.
Wanted: a part to play in an ongoing adventure or story. Old hand has returned, eager and hungry. Will consider any serious offer and is willing to offer ongoing commitment in return for same. Contact Novice on email@example.com
She signed her name with a confident flourish and took her notice to the board. She pinned it firmly, using four strong pins and nodded to herself: yes, now the thing was done! She pulled up her hood once more - it looked like rain outside - and stepped out, the door closing on the tinkle of the bell.