How did Zelda put it? The Other brain of the castle? Yup, thats what her little tech lair was. When the fox had first arrived to Farhaven and offered her services, she mentioned how cool a secret villain style hacker lair would be the coolest thing for her to just vibe out in and get work done. Well... the Castle Provides!
After she had her temporary turn at running the front desk, the fox was quick to vacate the area upon the proper receptionists return. Barty did good work. Zelda? She was a shit head and would keep causing trouble if not kept in check. So, she kinda responsibly removed herself from the temptation. Much better down here. Music playing, tech screens all at her call. She could watch and monitor the entire Hotel from down here in her little bunker. Camera feeds provided imaging of every public area, so she could keep tabs on what was going on. One particular screen had been eyeing up and watching a spicy little interaction at the Hot Tub Lounge for a bit now. Hey, if they were going to parade about in the public space like that, Zelda would shamelessly immortalize Velna and Lynn's chests in her data base. Private rooms were exactly that. Private! If someone didnt want to be seen, take it to a room!
Kicking back now with a drink, the fox had her boots up on the corner of her table while sipping on a vodka and cranberry that she had gotten her favorite feisty barista to make for her. Drinking on the job? Always! Zelda was the poster child of 'Do as I say, not as I do.' But she didnt let it impede on her work. The castle had a whole network of wifi devices and cameras which guests could not and would never know where there! Lots of hard work on her part making this all as seamless and useful for Cane managing the place. Now Zelda could get what ever info the mama bear needed, any time it was needed. And to that... she toasted!
"Cheers!"
After she had her temporary turn at running the front desk, the fox was quick to vacate the area upon the proper receptionists return. Barty did good work. Zelda? She was a shit head and would keep causing trouble if not kept in check. So, she kinda responsibly removed herself from the temptation. Much better down here. Music playing, tech screens all at her call. She could watch and monitor the entire Hotel from down here in her little bunker. Camera feeds provided imaging of every public area, so she could keep tabs on what was going on. One particular screen had been eyeing up and watching a spicy little interaction at the Hot Tub Lounge for a bit now. Hey, if they were going to parade about in the public space like that, Zelda would shamelessly immortalize Velna and Lynn's chests in her data base. Private rooms were exactly that. Private! If someone didnt want to be seen, take it to a room!
Kicking back now with a drink, the fox had her boots up on the corner of her table while sipping on a vodka and cranberry that she had gotten her favorite feisty barista to make for her. Drinking on the job? Always! Zelda was the poster child of 'Do as I say, not as I do.' But she didnt let it impede on her work. The castle had a whole network of wifi devices and cameras which guests could not and would never know where there! Lots of hard work on her part making this all as seamless and useful for Cane managing the place. Now Zelda could get what ever info the mama bear needed, any time it was needed. And to that... she toasted!
"Cheers!"
While Zelda is relaxing within her secret, technologically advanced abode, a new message will pop up on her screen. It's Caneadea. It's always Caneadea. Obviously. Who else has access to the cyan fox's impressive monitoring system?
Zelda, pleaz keep am eyye on thay Duran fellow. Hee wad axking a loy of quedtiins.
The shifter isn't the most tech savvy individual given the much more magical and fantastical nature of her home dimension. Despite that she has managed to warm up to a few of Zelda's inovative upgrades to the hotel. Typing, especially with those claw like nails of hers, has not proven to be one of the bear's strong suits sadly. Her poor IT specialist will just have to interpret the message to the best of her ability!
Zelda, pleaz keep am eyye on thay Duran fellow. Hee wad axking a loy of quedtiins.
The shifter isn't the most tech savvy individual given the much more magical and fantastical nature of her home dimension. Despite that she has managed to warm up to a few of Zelda's inovative upgrades to the hotel. Typing, especially with those claw like nails of hers, has not proven to be one of the bear's strong suits sadly. Her poor IT specialist will just have to interpret the message to the best of her ability!
*Blip Blip!*
Zeldas eyes roamed to the notification that had popped up on her screen. Only staff members who the fox had set up with laptops or tablets had access to their secure chat. Cane special had Zelda on speed dial, since the IT specialist here setup the managers laptop personally. Shortcuts and links in all the easiest of places to help the giantess adapt to using such outlandish devices here in the hotel.
"Techno Fox to Mama Bear. Roger that, Loud and Clear. Monitor guest, Diran. Stalker protocol initiated!"
Zelda typed back and sent the message. A whooshing sound played over her speakers after she hit send. Off and away. Living her best super spy fantasy obviously! Zelda had all the tech in the hotel now start to key into the mentioned guest and start recording. All his public affairs of course. Privacy would still be his up in his room.
Zeldas eyes roamed to the notification that had popped up on her screen. Only staff members who the fox had set up with laptops or tablets had access to their secure chat. Cane special had Zelda on speed dial, since the IT specialist here setup the managers laptop personally. Shortcuts and links in all the easiest of places to help the giantess adapt to using such outlandish devices here in the hotel.
"Techno Fox to Mama Bear. Roger that, Loud and Clear. Monitor guest, Diran. Stalker protocol initiated!"
Zelda typed back and sent the message. A whooshing sound played over her speakers after she hit send. Off and away. Living her best super spy fantasy obviously! Zelda had all the tech in the hotel now start to key into the mentioned guest and start recording. All his public affairs of course. Privacy would still be his up in his room.
"Zeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelda!" Pria's whine as she bursts into Zelda's little command center is high pitched and annoying. Purposefully so. Indeed, the tone of her voice is precisely modulated to be the absolutely most annoying it can possibly be while remaining within audible levels. Being a cupid she knows exactly the sort of thing one should say to attract a person (in a romantic sense) and how to say it. It has been easy enough for her to reverse engineer that knowledge and turn it towards evil, in a manner of speaking. This is one of the effects of those efforts. Aggravation turned to eleven!
"The new guests are so annooooooooooooying!" the woman grumps and huffs before throwing herself sideways onto one of the unoccupied gaming chairs. One can never have too many gaming chairs. Unlike some of the other employees here in the castle, Pria actually shares some of Zelda's technological savy, though she's no savant like the fox girl herself. She at least knows how to run a basic search and organize an excel sheet. As such she's unbothered by the bank of monitors and the flashing lights. Her only expression is one of boredom mixed with frustration.
"The new guests are so annooooooooooooying!" the woman grumps and huffs before throwing herself sideways onto one of the unoccupied gaming chairs. One can never have too many gaming chairs. Unlike some of the other employees here in the castle, Pria actually shares some of Zelda's technological savy, though she's no savant like the fox girl herself. She at least knows how to run a basic search and organize an excel sheet. As such she's unbothered by the bank of monitors and the flashing lights. Her only expression is one of boredom mixed with frustration.
Nails on a chalk board. Teeth scraping a curb. Rusty metal dragging across tile floors. There were things in this world that the sounds along could make the skin crawl and hair stand up on the back of the neck. And elsewhere. Pria knew exactly what pitch to hit. What octave of hold. She could make a sound with her voice alone which made the fox go rigid! Ears pinning back and eyes twitching as the hair from the back of her neck to the tip of her tail stood on point. Like a squirrel that just bit an electrical wire. Her fur flared with cyan light and the lights throughout the room surged as Zeldas unnerved reaction fiddled wildly with the smart controls of the lighting rigs.
"Can we NOT skeeve out the walking EMP with that horrendous sound?! You know I can hear just fine right?!" Rhetorical question. Zelda knew Pria was doing it on purpose. Glowing eyes would squint in the baristas direction. Following the slight roll and spin of the gaming chair she flopped into with her eyes until Pria came to a stop.
"I know, riiiight?! Is the hotel hosting a dad expo or something? Mama Bear has me keeping tabs on the one with the little squirt." She shared such info with Pria. Of course the employees would gossip. Information was Zeldas weapon, after all!
"Can we NOT skeeve out the walking EMP with that horrendous sound?! You know I can hear just fine right?!" Rhetorical question. Zelda knew Pria was doing it on purpose. Glowing eyes would squint in the baristas direction. Following the slight roll and spin of the gaming chair she flopped into with her eyes until Pria came to a stop.
"I know, riiiight?! Is the hotel hosting a dad expo or something? Mama Bear has me keeping tabs on the one with the little squirt." She shared such info with Pria. Of course the employees would gossip. Information was Zeldas weapon, after all!
Hear just fine? That comment causes the cupid to snort in derisive amusement. "With those ears I'd damn well hope so or you'd better get your money back from god, honey." Will she actually stop using her talents for evil within earshot of the tech? No. Obviously. But she will at least tone it down to more manageable levels now that they are having an actual legitimate conversation.
Dad expo. Another snort. Zelda's on a roll today! Though when she mentions 'the one with the little squirt' Pria's judgmental smirk tilts downward into something decidedly less pleased with anything, even herself. "Oh yea?" Cane's keeping an eye on him? That's...interesting. "Well. Good. I liked him the least. So fucking nice."
The woman's words have slowly turned into a grumble as she speaks. Remembering Diran's smile and the way he took such careful care of his little girl. All polite and shit. "I hate the nice ones the most." You just keep telling yourself that, hun.
"Why the hell does she want you keeping tabs on him? I know she's got that thing about kids, but he seems to have his shit on lock." Pause. "Well, as much as any man can." Burn!
Dad expo. Another snort. Zelda's on a roll today! Though when she mentions 'the one with the little squirt' Pria's judgmental smirk tilts downward into something decidedly less pleased with anything, even herself. "Oh yea?" Cane's keeping an eye on him? That's...interesting. "Well. Good. I liked him the least. So fucking nice."
The woman's words have slowly turned into a grumble as she speaks. Remembering Diran's smile and the way he took such careful care of his little girl. All polite and shit. "I hate the nice ones the most." You just keep telling yourself that, hun.
"Why the hell does she want you keeping tabs on him? I know she's got that thing about kids, but he seems to have his shit on lock." Pause. "Well, as much as any man can." Burn!