Working for Landers and guilds (craft/open/Social)

[Ludo]

Ludo rubs his eyes as he picks up his head for his desk. 'Crap, I slept through my lunch again.' As his eyes focus he notices two more towers of paper work, for a total of 5 towers of inventory and sale receipts. "I have been at this for days now and I still haven't made a dent. At least it’s a job." Ludo grabs some paper, ink and his quill; he slowly starts to work on the closest pile. He begins to pick up pace and the stack start to move from Incomplete to completed; until he finished the first pile. As he begins the next pile, someone comes opens the door. Ludo looks up and sees Duncan (one of the landers he works "for"). "Ah did you come to give me more or to pick up?"



Duncan says "Neither came to see if you were leaving with the rest of us?"



"It’s that Late." Sighs "No, I will be staying late again." pulls out a candle and lights it.



"Very well, see you on Monday. Don't spend all weekend working, you will wear yourself out."



"I won't, have a good weekend." 'What am I saying even if I worked all weekend I wouldn't be caught up'



Duncan walks out, shutting the door behind him. Ludo hears Duncan outside the door say "That damn adventure is going to kill himself. _{His work ethic makes us look bad.}"



Ludo sighs, “Crap, is Friday. Better clear these out before Monday, I will complete half a stack then go for a drink at the Australian kiss“. He stretches yawns and cracks his neck. Ludo looks at his ink, sees its low and opens a drawer in the desk and pulls out more ink. ’Thank you landers for supplies’.



Slowly the pile shrinks, as he finishes half the stack his candle goes out. “Better call It a night, well at least for work. I really need to stop talking to myself.” Ludo combines the two ink wells together, and puts his paper, ink well and quill away.
'So I have three and a half stacks left, I should be able to finish that tomorrow if I come in at six am and stay till dark without lunch or a nap.'


As Ludo leaves the building he locks the door and puts up his usual sign.



The sign is fairly basic (for now), a sheet of paper on the door that states: “Contact Ludo for your Scribe needs” and “_{Need a woodcrafter or blacksmith for a sign}”



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[Ludo]

The following day, Ludo walks to the door fidgeting with the keys as his head pounds from drinking the night before. He finds the key and opens the door, as he walks in he flips his paper sign.
Sign states: “Open, Please come in. _{Need a woodcrafter or blacksmith for a sign.}”
Ludo heads for his office and work. When he enters he opens a window. He sit at his desk pulls out his supplies and starts on the half stack. Same as yesterday’s work cross checking inventory data and sales receipts, ‘Yay’ Yawns and stretches “Alone this is depressing.” Starts to speed through the half stack as he wakes up more. When he finishes the last paper of that stack; a breeze blows through, scattering the stacks over the desk and floor. Starts to pick sort the papers. “Wonder if any of the landers will show today?” *laughs*”Yeah right” *sighs*
“Finally finished picking up the papers, now I can get back to work.” Sits back down and gets back to work.

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Nothaveld was skipping her step while traversing through Londin. This Friday afternoon. Nothing for her to do immediately, so she just wandered between buildings and over the city bridges. She turned a corner just in time to see a thin young man with red hair and glasses exit and lock up a shop that was run by people of the land, if her memory serves her correctly. She hid herself so as to not be seen immediately and to just watch him. He put up a rather flimsy looking sign on the front of the store.

She waited for the man to walk away from view before she jumped out of hiding and went to go check out the sign. Very basic. Very plain. It would be hard to see the sign from a distance. Then there was the small print at the bottom. Her eyes lit up at the opportunity to level her craft. All she's really been doing is making small wood carvings and leaving them in random places. So for her to actually make something that will help someone out was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. She took a mental note of what the paper said and took off toward St. Pancras Station to borrow the tools they had available there.

She hadn't been here much since the apocalypse. Just enough to know it was here. Everyone was packing up for the night, though. She would probably have to just come back tomorrow then. She needed to find a local inn to stay at in the mean time.