<strong>Max Guntherstadt -- Employee Commons -- Endless Tasks</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89494.msg3953078#msg3953078">Quote from: Zillah on 30-11-2010, 00:23:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Marie, at the Bar, Smoothing a Few Ruffled Feathers with Selena and Dr. Mephiston, and Maximillian as well</strong><br/>Marie was slightly perturbed to see Maximillian bolting out of the bar area, muttering something about returning to his work. “There’s no need to go just yet; surely the work can wait?” Marie asked. “Unless I’m mistaken … such things are your area of expertise, after all. I guess I need leave those judgments up to you. But if you must go, I hope you won’t be long.”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her voice carried well over the bustling crowd, almost seeming to chase him out of the room as he left. Maximillian clutched his tool kit to his hip and hurried out of the Playground without bothering to reply, his usual sneer returning to his face once he was well away from the paying customers. It was a very impressive performance; he almost would have thought she meant it. But of course she was highly skilled in telling others what she thought they wished to hear, it was her job after all.<br/><br/>Max rolled his eyes as he stalked along the empty hallways toward the Common Room, and scolded himself for the direction of his thoughts. No need to dwell on one of Chang's pets right now; there were other jobs to tend to. There always were, weren't there? He focused his attention on his mental checklist of daily rounds, ensuring that his work was progressing as smoothly and efficiently as he could manage. Barring any unforeseen mishaps or guest-related structural damage (which would probably occur within the next few hours), the evening's tasks should be completed by just after 2 AM and leave him a few blessed hours to spend alone in his workshop. A sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head somberly. It wasn't freedom, but it was peaceful, at least.<br/><br/>Reaching the Commons, he noticed Fraulein LeBon sweeping out the door, no doubt heading to the Playground herself to either join or relieve Kissinger. He didn't bother keeping up with the schedules of most of the other employees of the Dome; it would have been too much like admitting he cared about them. He passed by her with his usual cold expression, carefully keeping as much distance between them as possible until she was past and on her way. With a glance that bespoke both approval and ambivalence he noted that she wore her vox-box on one wrist; the woman certainly had one of the most distracting voices he had ever encountered. As far as he was concerned, anything that kept her from speaking, at least to him, was a good thing.<br/><br/>He entered the Commons and found Herr Cobblepot apparently dealing with the aftermath of a spill of some sort, sopping up what looked to be coffee from one pantleg with a mostly-clean rag. Max sighed and rolled his eyes again, gritting his teeth as he made an attempt at civility.<br/><br/>"<em>Guten abend</em>,<em>Herr </em>Cobblepot.<em>Und</em>, er...to your, ah, associates, as well. I hope ze evening is treating you kindly?"