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Mason Moretti
Guest
"Come in, Mason." Robin said.
Entering the room, he would see Robin sitting at his desk, framed by a large floor-to-ceiling window. On both sides of his desk were two women: Corrin, Robin's guard, and Camilla, the Nohr-Hoshido Security Council Representative.
Robin held a book in his hands. "Good morning." He smiled. "I hope you slept well and are ready for work today."
Mason - Robin's Office - Robin/Corrin/Camilla
@Minerva
"I'm always ready for work, Secretary-General," Mason replied with a smile that almost seemed to compete with Robin's.
He looked out past Robin, watching the shining and bustlong city through the large window. "It's a beautiful day for work, isn't it? I like to think that some days are just good days no matter where you are, lile the whole multiverse is at peace, even for a second."
Mason made sure to wave hello to the others in the room and said, "Good morning, Corrin! Good morning, Miss Camilla! So, what exactly do we have on the agenda today?"
Mason - Robin's Office - Robin/Corrin/Camilla
@Minerva "But, um... Before we go over the agenda..." Mason said, interrupting his own words with a sudden epiphany, "Can I ask a small favor of you, Robin?"
Mason dug around in his pockets. The coat, to which he had affixed the light blue patch signifying himself as a member of the U.N., contained many pockets. At least one was always filled with snacks, and another with something important that Mason would be sure that he would forget about later. However, despite Mason's clever mind and affinity for pockets, he still remained with the struggle of not remembering what precisely was in each pocket. Eventually, through trial and error, Mason retrieved a letter sealed in an envelope with a single name written in as careful and neat of a script as the secretary could produce, written in a soft orange ink: Ilona.
"I was wondering if there was any way I could make a delivery like this to ODMA. Or at least get this letter somehow delivered to ODMA. There isn't exactly a multiverse address for the place. If there is, then I don't know it, and could at least use that information. All I'm asking for is one tiny letter.
"I would hand deliver the thing myself, but I don't think anybody at ODMA would appreciate a strange man suddenly walking into their building through a portal. They probably have precautions against that, anyway, if they're dealing with Ilona."