Post by winsome widowbird on Feb 15, 2023 21:21:14 GMT -5
“You bleedin’ idiot!”
Thus came the drunken hollering that those around him had become all too familiar with. Loguetown was, by and large, a peaceful place in spite of the metaphorical elephant in the room in the form of the one and only Gold Roger. Most travelers, regardless of affiliation, wanted only to stock up and move on to other things, making it so that the residents lived largely untroubled lives.
Unfortunately, all was not sunshine and roses when one looked beneath the surface. The Polestar Islands were under World Government control, and this opened the door for abuse of authority of any with the power to do so. By and large, corruption in Loguetown was moderate at best, but some went above and beyond.
And one such example was a man named Lemur Gray, a World Government agent and a rotten man to the core. He was older, the kind who evidently wished to have an easy end to his career in the weakest of the four Blues, and was evidently used to throwing around his power with impunity. Practically as soon as he arrived, rumours were abound of everything from money laundering to accepting bribes to even siphoning money from the World Government for his own purposes.
He was all but begging to be exposed.
And so it was that Momo stood there, bearing the brunt of his rage with a perfected apologetic look. She appeared sorry, perhaps even frantic, but a keener eye would be able to tell that there might be something going on just beneath the surface. Having chosen to pose as a waitress for a gala at a local governor's mansion that she was lucky enough to get into, already eavesdropping on rumour mongers and guards alike, hoping to find some info of where documents might be kept that could be traced to Lemur Gray. It was honestly shocking how little heed people paid to servants and waitresses, almost as if they were invisible.
Though ‘luck’ was a relative term, for she now had to stand there and pretend to be sorry for… what was it again?
“I tell you I want the special 56 Vintage Champón and you bring me the common 57 swill!
But of course. The man was raising a fuss about the brand of wine she had brought. Despite the fact that 56 and 57 Champón were all but identical in flavour, as Momo well knew from trying them herself, the man seemed to care far too much about what was on the label.
“I’m so terribly sorry, sir, please allow me to bring you the correc-”
“Don't even bother, you'd just screw it up again! Are you actually a waitress or did they just hire ya for yer tits!?” He ranted and raved at her, his slurring seeming to get worse by the second. The other members of the gala, though they tried their best to pretend the man wasn’t there, were quite clearly growing increasingly uncomfortable with his presence. They grew silent, and silence wasn’t something Momo could extract information from.
Momo sighed internally – this was rapidly turning into something beyond what she could manage. Her desire to cave this man’s skull in aside, she would never garner any useful information from this idiot if she was forced to sit there the whole night standing silently as he yelled at her.
Thus came the drunken hollering that those around him had become all too familiar with. Loguetown was, by and large, a peaceful place in spite of the metaphorical elephant in the room in the form of the one and only Gold Roger. Most travelers, regardless of affiliation, wanted only to stock up and move on to other things, making it so that the residents lived largely untroubled lives.
Unfortunately, all was not sunshine and roses when one looked beneath the surface. The Polestar Islands were under World Government control, and this opened the door for abuse of authority of any with the power to do so. By and large, corruption in Loguetown was moderate at best, but some went above and beyond.
And one such example was a man named Lemur Gray, a World Government agent and a rotten man to the core. He was older, the kind who evidently wished to have an easy end to his career in the weakest of the four Blues, and was evidently used to throwing around his power with impunity. Practically as soon as he arrived, rumours were abound of everything from money laundering to accepting bribes to even siphoning money from the World Government for his own purposes.
He was all but begging to be exposed.
And so it was that Momo stood there, bearing the brunt of his rage with a perfected apologetic look. She appeared sorry, perhaps even frantic, but a keener eye would be able to tell that there might be something going on just beneath the surface. Having chosen to pose as a waitress for a gala at a local governor's mansion that she was lucky enough to get into, already eavesdropping on rumour mongers and guards alike, hoping to find some info of where documents might be kept that could be traced to Lemur Gray. It was honestly shocking how little heed people paid to servants and waitresses, almost as if they were invisible.
Though ‘luck’ was a relative term, for she now had to stand there and pretend to be sorry for… what was it again?
“I tell you I want the special 56 Vintage Champón and you bring me the common 57 swill!
But of course. The man was raising a fuss about the brand of wine she had brought. Despite the fact that 56 and 57 Champón were all but identical in flavour, as Momo well knew from trying them herself, the man seemed to care far too much about what was on the label.
“I’m so terribly sorry, sir, please allow me to bring you the correc-”
“Don't even bother, you'd just screw it up again! Are you actually a waitress or did they just hire ya for yer tits!?” He ranted and raved at her, his slurring seeming to get worse by the second. The other members of the gala, though they tried their best to pretend the man wasn’t there, were quite clearly growing increasingly uncomfortable with his presence. They grew silent, and silence wasn’t something Momo could extract information from.
Momo sighed internally – this was rapidly turning into something beyond what she could manage. Her desire to cave this man’s skull in aside, she would never garner any useful information from this idiot if she was forced to sit there the whole night standing silently as he yelled at her.