Leonard Drury and Sebastian Michaelis (nekoshitsuji) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-06-18 12:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | sebastian michaelis |
Who: Leonard Drury, narrative and OPEN to any
Where: The Wynn- Concierge Desk
What: Leonard's left thinking over a few things as he's working
When: Today, Monday, June 18, early afternoon
Status: Complete as narrative, open to any who wish to join in
Rating: PG
Life was going well so far, or so he thought. It was still a fairly lonely life here in Las Vegas, but it was a far cry better than being forced into a marriage he didn't want and forced to take on a job that he had no interest in back home in England. His parents had decided his life long ago, but Leonard had made it clear that he'd wanted no interest in that particular area. He didn't want to be married yet. There was still so much of this world to explore, and Las Vegas was giving him this rare opportunity.
The local concierge at The Wynn, he'd made a decent earning and had a decent reputation as well. After his successful contest backed by even a princess, Leonard was busy thinking up more ideas as summer approached in Las Vegas. He knew the trend was for youth to venture to the city of lights, trying to gain their independence somehow here. He needed more ideas to gain support for The Wynn. This afternoon saw Leonard people watching, as he often found that just by watching people, one can gain a decent amount of knowledge on what the local populace liked.
The nagging voice in his head was telling him to do something with cats, because who could refuse a contest with CATS? To which Leonard promptly groaned, wondering what this man's obsession was with those creatures. He certainly didn't understand it, nor did he really care to understand it. He sat behind the concierge desk shuffling the papers around, trying to think up some kind of contest. He had to think of something, soon. July was going to be a busy month with the holiday coming up. Some kind of American themed contest would do the trick. A fundraiser of sorts? But how to implement it. He was sure he was thinking too hard about this, and knew that anyone walking around The Wynn would see their concierge lost in thought, a pen gripped in his hands ready to jot down any notes that passed through his head.