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Eris mostly did, but knew her distraction at her surroundings had been at a high enough level that she was grateful enough to just be able to follow him back onto the train. "If he doesn't mind. Whatever is easiest, although I'm not sure if what the 'kids' are into around here are anything like what I'm used to, but I'm up for new experiences."
A rota? That could be interesting, who knew what the witch would require of her. Hopefully nothing too odd, but who knew? Maybe she'll have me find some eye of newt at the market. She smiled a little at her own thoughts, knowing full well the stereotype was likely quite inaccurate, but old superstitions were strong.
She paid more attention on the way back, and when they did finally get back to the bar, she felt confident that if she had to go back out on her own, she would be ok. Probably. Hopefully. So long as she paid very careful attention and maybe asked for directions a few times. She wasn't very geographically oriented, it was a flaw, but one her change had not seemed to fix at all.
The bar was still quiet and empty when they got back. Not surprising, as it was only just approaching lunch time, as Eris' stomach could attest. She was just considering what in the bar's pantry she could whip up for a quick lunch, as they walked closer to the bar, when another entered the bar, high heels clicking on the polished floor.
"Eris Jones?"
Eris turned around and examined the newcomer. Blonde hair was pinned neatly back into a bun, and black glasses helped to highlight elegant facial structure and stern eyes. She wore a thin pencil skirt and blouse, with very high heels, and she held a briefcase in her hand of expensively tooled weather. "Uh... yes?"
"My name is Ms. Dimitriou, and I have been assigned by the Council to be your Probation Officer."
"My--?!"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I have a very precise schedule and you are not my only assignment." Ms. Dimitriou walked forward, wafting the scent of something reptilian towards Eris' nostrils. This woman was definitely not human, but what she was, Eris hadn't a guess. Almost as if she'd read her thoughts, Ms. Dimitriou looked around and announced, "As I see there are no mortals here, I can tell you that I am a Medusa. You probably don't know what that means, but let me be very clear; I am quite strong enough and fast enough to take you down, should you disobey any of the Council's strictures. And yes, I do mean any."
Opening her briefcase in one smooth move, she brought out a thin book and presented it to Eris. "Here are all of the relevant rules and guidelines." She looked at Molyneux as if she'd just noticed him and if there was such a thing as a pretty sneer, Ms. Dimitriou managed it. "Molyneux. What a pleasure."
She turned her attention back to Eris, who'd taken the book and was flipping through pages upon pages of minute, precise rules that the Council insisted upon. "In addition to following these rules, you will also attend a weekly meeting. There is a card in the back of the book with directions. Should you miss any of these meetings, I will be notified, and believe you me, I will not be happy."
Eris struggled for a response. If all of these rules weren't enough, weekly meetings as well? She had to balance that with a job, and patrol, and whatever other responsibilities she had yet to learn about. What did the Council think she had, unlimited time and no sleep?! "Ms. Dimitriou, I--"
"Molyneux," Ms. Dimitriou interrupted again, "you will attend at least the first meeting with her. You might remember that you, too, are technically supposed to be attending these meetings on a regular basis. I can't imagine what would keep you away." She looked around the bar, her eyebrow raised, and looked back at him. "As her boss and primary Warden, you will also be responsible for ensuring she obeys these rules. If she breaks them, the consequences will first fall upon you."