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WHITTAKER HOUSE
To whom it may concern,
Welcome, future inhabitant, to Whittaker house. Your likely very rich parents have paid your boarding here for the Summer so that you may spend it in the lap of luxury, far, far away from their very busy, important lives. Fear not, though, for we shall pretend to care better than they ever could. You shall spend your days dining upon the finest cuisine our convenient location in the Virgin Islands has to offer, tended to by our devoted staff, and enjoying our private grounds with your filthy rich friends. Enjoy your stay - and don't expect much mail!
-Thompson Garretsburg,
Owner and administrator
You received this letter in the mail a few weeks earlier, handwritten in what you are able to identify as expensive ink from an expensive pen, tucked into a manilla envelope with a brochure full of sunshine and tennis courts and wildlife you doubt you'll see - topped off with a wax seal. You showed it to your parents, and they only nodded over their scones and stock reports. You aren't surprised - perhaps there's some truth to those satirical bits which were edited in as joke by a sloppy hand in much cheaper ink.
Your parents signed you up the moment they received an identical brochure in the mail, but with a different and much longer letter. Again, you weren't surprised. Lord knows they'd pay anything to have you gone for a full three months - including the forty thousand dollar fee.
Welcome, future inhabitant, to Whittaker house. Your likely very rich parents have paid your boarding here for the Summer so that you may spend it in the lap of luxury, far, far away from their very busy, important lives. Fear not, though, for we shall pretend to care better than they ever could. You shall spend your days dining upon the finest cuisine our convenient location in the Virgin Islands has to offer, tended to by our devoted staff, and enjoying our private grounds with your filthy rich friends. Enjoy your stay - and don't expect much mail!
-Thompson Garretsburg,
Owner and administrator
You received this letter in the mail a few weeks earlier, handwritten in what you are able to identify as expensive ink from an expensive pen, tucked into a manilla envelope with a brochure full of sunshine and tennis courts and wildlife you doubt you'll see - topped off with a wax seal. You showed it to your parents, and they only nodded over their scones and stock reports. You aren't surprised - perhaps there's some truth to those satirical bits which were edited in as joke by a sloppy hand in much cheaper ink.
Your parents signed you up the moment they received an identical brochure in the mail, but with a different and much longer letter. Again, you weren't surprised. Lord knows they'd pay anything to have you gone for a full three months - including the forty thousand dollar fee.
MEANWHILE
Hey,
If you're reading this, you're probably either city trash like me or just pretty damn unfortunate otherwise. Welcome to the club. You're being paid by the oh-so-gracious Tommy G to wait on these gilded assholes hand and foot for the summer. To be fair, it pays well - 15 k for the summer is a pretty sweet deal. Might even get you out of whatever shithole drove your parents to send you here in the first place. I'll tell you now - it's hell. It's hot and boring and you'll be tending to some of the dumbest specimens you'll ever meet. And if they're not dumb, they're douchebags. It's a simple algorithm, really. You're probably going to get bitten by whatever hellspawn hangs around on the grounds - snakes and stuff. Saturdays are our break day, when all the richies get to go to an island of their choosing, but they're generally pretty lame. Also, no one gets to sleep at night. Our bedtime is later than hell, for one thing, but our industrial-grade bedroom is right below theirs, and they fuck like rabbits. One time, I had to deliver a goddamned baby. No joke. Chick didn't even thank me. That's why these idiots keep hiring me. I'm the head of the wait staff by the way. I think I forgot to mention that. See you there, loser.
-Maxwell Shipley
You received this letter in the mail a couple weeks earlier in an industrial-grade envelope, typed in a generic font on printer paper. This Maxwell's signature was blocky and kind of stupid, you noticed, but the sealed instructions for reaching the virgins islands before the term began made you jump for joy. Your family is having a hard time - as you tell your parents, they push aside their toaster waffles and cheap coffee to hold you with smiles that contradict the tears in their eyes. A bliss that won't last, for you're leaving in a few days time.
But Maxwell's warning rings clear in your head - could the super-rich really be so bad?
If you're reading this, you're probably either city trash like me or just pretty damn unfortunate otherwise. Welcome to the club. You're being paid by the oh-so-gracious Tommy G to wait on these gilded assholes hand and foot for the summer. To be fair, it pays well - 15 k for the summer is a pretty sweet deal. Might even get you out of whatever shithole drove your parents to send you here in the first place. I'll tell you now - it's hell. It's hot and boring and you'll be tending to some of the dumbest specimens you'll ever meet. And if they're not dumb, they're douchebags. It's a simple algorithm, really. You're probably going to get bitten by whatever hellspawn hangs around on the grounds - snakes and stuff. Saturdays are our break day, when all the richies get to go to an island of their choosing, but they're generally pretty lame. Also, no one gets to sleep at night. Our bedtime is later than hell, for one thing, but our industrial-grade bedroom is right below theirs, and they fuck like rabbits. One time, I had to deliver a goddamned baby. No joke. Chick didn't even thank me. That's why these idiots keep hiring me. I'm the head of the wait staff by the way. I think I forgot to mention that. See you there, loser.
-Maxwell Shipley
You received this letter in the mail a couple weeks earlier in an industrial-grade envelope, typed in a generic font on printer paper. This Maxwell's signature was blocky and kind of stupid, you noticed, but the sealed instructions for reaching the virgins islands before the term began made you jump for joy. Your family is having a hard time - as you tell your parents, they push aside their toaster waffles and cheap coffee to hold you with smiles that contradict the tears in their eyes. A bliss that won't last, for you're leaving in a few days time.
But Maxwell's warning rings clear in your head - could the super-rich really be so bad?
TAKE THE TOUR
The House
The Dining Hall
Bedrooms (Residents)
These will be identical, but everyone gets their own room.
Kitchen
Wait Staff Bedroom
They all sleep in one room. Sorry.
Living Space
Of course, there are more rooms than this and
you are free to make some up as you go, given
the size of the house. This is just an example.
Pool
A mystical land in which the wait staff aren't allowed except on break day.
Grounds
Not including the rainforest because the photographer doesn't like bugs or snakes.
Infirmary
Pro-Tip: You can play a teen nurse-in-training/candy-striper/thing if you want.
Tennis Courts
Bedrooms (Residents)
These will be identical, but everyone gets their own room.
Kitchen
Wait Staff Bedroom
They all sleep in one room. Sorry.
Living Space
Of course, there are more rooms than this and
you are free to make some up as you go, given
the size of the house. This is just an example.
Pool
A mystical land in which the wait staff aren't allowed except on break day.
Grounds
Not including the rainforest because the photographer doesn't like bugs or snakes.
Infirmary
Pro-Tip: You can play a teen nurse-in-training/candy-striper/thing if you want.
Tennis Courts
RULES
- Please just be a decent human being. Follow Iwaku's guidelines. Use common sense. Basic shit.
- See, I'm very picky about Mary-Sues. I can smell one from a mile away. I'm nitpicky. You know you're just trying to make your character look cool, so don't do it. A good example of a Sue in this thread might be a supergenius wait staff member wielding a katana or a resident who is incredibly sweet and kind and smuggles the poor impoverished wait staff into his room at night so they don't have to sleep in their goddamned apocalypse bunker. Make the character suit the role, and no powers, stupid.
- Don't mini-mod. Mini-mods make me want to explode in hopes that I might take out said mini-mod's wifi, the pretentious jerk. Don't. Mini. Mod.
- If you're going to be gone awhile, don't leave us to wonder if you're dead or something.
- If you're leaving, either end your character's story properly or I'll do it for you, and it probably won't be pretty.
- I'm a little cussy, my character's a little cussy, and you're all allowed to be a little cussy. Not to mention racy. Don't overdo it, though. Moreover, don't be the killjoy who whispers from the corner in a nasally voice that we're swearing too much in a thread for which I have explicitly stated that swearing and sex are perfectly okay as long as you don't overdo it. You're free to put your word in, but I get the final say, and I'm willing to let it go pretty far. So don't get your hopes up, hon.
- I don't want to see one-liner posts, and I don't want to see half-assed applications.
- Pro-tip: "Quiet" and "Rebellious" are not flaws, so don't try to slip that shit past me.
- I think I'm expected to put "have fun" at the end of the rules list but that's cliche so I'm just going to leave this here.
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