Rute nods along to the Host’s explanation. Sun sounds good. And the duties the Host lists are very much already in Rute’s purview- possibly minus the ominous sounding stretching room, but at least that’s something she wouldn’t need to worry about for a while. (If she winds up working here, of course, which is surely doubtful for a number of reasons.)
The size of the crowds sounds a bit more intimidating. From the Host’s description, it seems like the Mansion is well on its way to becoming an absolutely booming tourist attraction, and Rute’s used to smaller scale operations. It doesn’t mean she definitely can’t handle it, but it’ll be a gamble, especially since Rute doesn’t consider herself a people person. (And that bit about “troublesome” past tours is getting written down in her mental notebook of “Suspicious Things the Ghost Host Has Said,” thank you.)
Rute stiffens a bit as the Host becomes louder- is he nearer or is that just her imagination?- but she answers promptly enough. “Just Portuguese and English. My parents were born in Brazil and we used to speak Portuguese at home most of the time, and I used it a lot when I was working at the Carnegie Street Bar and Grill, since most of our customers preferred it. I also took Spanish all four years in high school but I’ve never really used it outside of class so I can’t really say it’s stuck.” She punctuates with a shrug. It’s a pity on a sheerly pragmatic note, Rute knows, but she’d rather not oversell herself and wind up complicating things.
And on that note: “I’m not much of an actress,” Rute admits. “I can do ‘customer service mode,’ but that’s about it.” And even that level of skill took some definite work on her part. Just trying to imagine herself putting on a “haunting mystique” has her brow furrowing in doubt.
“My side of the- what?” And here, Rute’s lack of supernatural experience shows itself in full force. “How exactly does that work?”
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Date: 2018-12-31 07:58 am (UTC)The size of the crowds sounds a bit more intimidating. From the Host’s description, it seems like the Mansion is well on its way to becoming an absolutely booming tourist attraction, and Rute’s used to smaller scale operations. It doesn’t mean she definitely can’t handle it, but it’ll be a gamble, especially since Rute doesn’t consider herself a people person. (And that bit about “troublesome” past tours is getting written down in her mental notebook of “Suspicious Things the Ghost Host Has Said,” thank you.)
Rute stiffens a bit as the Host becomes louder- is he nearer or is that just her imagination?- but she answers promptly enough. “Just Portuguese and English. My parents were born in Brazil and we used to speak Portuguese at home most of the time, and I used it a lot when I was working at the Carnegie Street Bar and Grill, since most of our customers preferred it. I also took Spanish all four years in high school but I’ve never really used it outside of class so I can’t really say it’s stuck.” She punctuates with a shrug. It’s a pity on a sheerly pragmatic note, Rute knows, but she’d rather not oversell herself and wind up complicating things.
And on that note: “I’m not much of an actress,” Rute admits. “I can do ‘customer service mode,’ but that’s about it.” And even that level of skill took some definite work on her part. Just trying to imagine herself putting on a “haunting mystique” has her brow furrowing in doubt.
“My side of the- what?” And here, Rute’s lack of supernatural experience shows itself in full force. “How exactly does that work?”