Rotten to the Core

[Loyola]

Corsica Station, Omicron-Phi, Outcast space. 10th February 827 AS, 20:20 SMT.

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Ruby's Sabre just landed recently, as Enma was doing some paperwork at her office, this office was something special because some sections look like the bar. Some other corners had a look at some entertaining center. It indeed makes a mixed impression until one would get used to it and learn to use all the benefits of such office planning.

Loyola is wearing her traditional short black dress so she has to turn heating to maximum, wearing some custom shoes that look more like sneakers for greater comfort. As there's no need to wear high heels as she does not really believe that it's worth making that sort of impression on Ruby. Loyola then looks at notifications, it appears that Ruby has arrived, still dropping Core IFF now for simplicity of being a freelancer. Enma then moves the microphone closer to her mouth, contacting security.

— Yes, it's this Ruby Hydra I was talking about. My old friend from the Core, she was a Guildmaster just like me, so treat her with respect, please.

Loyola then finishing taking some notes at the documents, looking around if they have something to drink as well as some snacks. Proper dinner will be delivered only in one hour. Outcast sighs, hoping that the guest would be ascetic enough to be satisfied with what she has got now. Enma recently sponsored the re-opening of the local restaurant that used to deliver food to this office back in the day. By now Ruby should've been escorted right to her doorstep.

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