Let it never be said that all shouting leads to nothing...

Tully, Janitor of the Basin shouts, "Any of ye boyos try to ask those Wayfaire folk
how these curios end up gettin' made?"

A trill servant garbed in drab gray clothing shouts, "IN A SWEAT SHOP!"

A strangled cry echoes out of Hallifax as a trill servant is apparently put into its
place.

(Hallifax): Unicron says, "Thank you, whoever did that."

Tully, Janitor of the Basin shouts, "I know the feelin' boyo. Good luck!"

(Hallifax): You say, "Servants are reminded that shouting is illegal, and by apparent
precedent, punishable by death."

(Hallifax): Zyphora says, "Death, or severe re-education."

Sir Uldwar Lunarose shouts, "That's what happens when order and harmony run
amok!"

Celestial Crythor Iytha shouts, "Somewhat more truthfully, they're ancient artifacts
from the Cultural Province for which the secret of making has been lost."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing shouts, "It's so warm in here, won't
someone bring us some water?"

(Hallifax): Zyphora says, "Someone detain those servants."

Tully, Janitor of the Basin shouts, "Where are ye?"



You say to a trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing, "What exactly is all this
discordant nonsense about? You lot are in violation of Peace Article I Section II,
shouting and such."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "That, uh... wasn't me."

Dean Unicron n'Lochli, Air Marshal asks, "Just another one of your coworkers in
cerulean?"

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris stares coldly at the cerulean-garbed
trill.

You say, "Only one of you is authorized, to my knowledge, to deliver cerulean."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "Yeah, er... you know, someone
stole my clothes."

You say, "Stole your clothes?"

In glacial tones, Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Or is it the
other way around? We did have an infestation of Illuminati servants a few months
ago?"

You say, "Indeed."

Unicron stares implacably at a trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing.

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "The Gaudiguchi are dumb, but I
can't imagine them shouting about it. That's pretty thick."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "Someone just stole my clothes, I
swear."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing exclaims, "It wasn't me!"

You say, "Tell me servant, where are those gems to be delivered?"

Tully, Janitor of the Basin yells, "Which one of ye was thirsty?"

You give a pained sigh.

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing exclaims, "To a Master Artist, of course!"

Dean Unicron n'Lochli, Air Marshal says, "Yes, but WHICH."

You say, "Which?"

You say, "You've made the delivery hundreds of times, I'm sure. Else I doubt you'd
be still assigned to the honour."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "They go to Lady Windwhisper."

Unicron peers at a trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing unscrupulously.

You say, "Then did you -see- this person who stole your clothes? And apparently
your voice?"

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "No, they stole it from my dormitory
before my shift."

You say, "And you promptly reported this and requisitioned a new uniform,
presumedly?"

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "Of course. I am wearing clothes,
aren't I?"

In a gentle voice undercut by steel, Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris
says, "Do not sass your superiors, servant. Remember your place."

You say, "I'm sure the servant won't do so again, Provost. Neh?"

You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "The lower castes deserve respect,
Lady Windwhisper. You have rushed down here to interrogate me, already
convinced of my guilt before I even opened my mouth."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "I apologize for any rudeness, but
this is not Magnagora."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing shouts, "My fingers hurt so badly from
making these curios. Can I please have a break?"

You say, "Then my apologies, servant. However you must understand the dangers,
we have recently been inflitrated and lost a good comra..."

Cries of pain echo up from the lower wards of Hallifax.

Dean Unicron n'Lochli, Air Marshal stares coldly at the cerulean-clad servant.

You say, "... how many copies of your uniform did you say were stolen?"

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris raises an eyebrow.

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "All of them, Magnificus. I had to
obtain a completely new outfit."

You say, "And that would be... three? Four?"

You say, "A months worth?"

You tilt your head curiously.

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "I keep five sets, in case I have to
work multiple shifts and cannot wash them in between."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "I must look my best for Lady
Windwhisper."

Dean Unicron n'Lochli, Air Marshal asks, "Indeed...do you know who might be
impersonating you at the moment, then?"

Dean Unicron n'Lochli, Air Marshal asks, "Anyone who might be trying to get you in
trouble?"

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing shakes his head.

You say, "Of course... perhaps it would be best if you went and requisitioned a
slightly different shade of blue for the time being? You may tell them any cost for
time and fitting can be charged to the Treasury."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "I noticed they were missing, I
reported it to the Inspector General, and then returned my duties so I would not be
late for my shift."

You say, "Or, failing the proper forms, to me."

Zyphora nods her head at you.

You say, "I'd rather not inconvenience you further."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "Inspector Longplume would not
authorize a new colour, sirs and lady."

You say, "I see..."

You say, "... well... do you have a name?"

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "My friends call me Jim."

You say, "And your superiors presumedly just call you 'servant'?"

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "I am on the official employment
rolls as Trillixolialoxal, if that is how you need to find me."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing blushes furiously.

You say, "Ah."

Dean Unicron n'Lochli, Air Marshal says, "Ahh, indeed indeed."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "My surname is Hill."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing says, "I'm sorry, but I must go. The next
servant for Lady Miella will be starting his shift soon and I will need to pass along
what has happened."

A trill servant garbed in cerulean clothing waves goodbye.

You say, "Of course, our apologies Mr. Hill."

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "Very well. Do report to us
if any more impersonations occur."

And a note to Admin, I will remember Mr. Hill's name ^.=.^

That name... xD

Soon after:

Snooty titters and laughs echo out of the Over City of Hallifax, chimey and sing-
song-like in their high, trill voices.

I hope he has a cousin named "Benny"

And that some of the servants call each other "Tim?"

Loxillitrillor "Benny" Hill.

Yes.