Post by skybright on Dec 15, 2005 2:14:56 GMT -5
For your edification 
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Grimalkin, Inc. operates out of a storefront office only a few blocks away from Lusus Naturae. Word-of-mouth advertising (the lifeblood of the organization) proclaims it to be the only Private Investigations firm run entirely by and for mutants.
The storefront itself is unremarkable, with a single (cracked) plate-glass window with the company's name and its motto: "Down these mean streets a man must go . . ." A few plants live an unremarkable life on the front windowsill.
Inside, Grimalkin, Inc. consists of an exterior wating room with several worn armchairs, a coffee table with a few water-stained novels, and a perpetual layer of dust. A door with "R. Dawson, Investigator" leads back to the private office.
This is furnished with an armchair and two bookcases, a water cooler, framed photographs from classic movies (as well as a framed investigator's license), a dorm-sized fridge and several filing cabinets. Two hardback chairs face Daws' desk; Daws herself has a swivel chair. The office has several narrow windows set just below the ceiling level, and a solid metal door leading onto the alley behind the building. Where the waiting room gives off an air of gentle neglect, the office is lived-in and comfortable.
:Grimalkin, Inc. operates out of a storefront office only a few blocks away from Lusus Naturae. Word-of-mouth advertising (the lifeblood of the organization) proclaims it to be the only Private Investigations firm run entirely by and for mutants.
The storefront itself is unremarkable, with a single (cracked) plate-glass window with the company's name and its motto: "Down these mean streets a man must go . . ." A few plants live an unremarkable life on the front windowsill.
Inside, Grimalkin, Inc. consists of an exterior wating room with several worn armchairs, a coffee table with a few water-stained novels, and a perpetual layer of dust. A door with "R. Dawson, Investigator" leads back to the private office.
This is furnished with an armchair and two bookcases, a water cooler, framed photographs from classic movies (as well as a framed investigator's license), a dorm-sized fridge and several filing cabinets. Two hardback chairs face Daws' desk; Daws herself has a swivel chair. The office has several narrow windows set just below the ceiling level, and a solid metal door leading onto the alley behind the building. Where the waiting room gives off an air of gentle neglect, the office is lived-in and comfortable.
