Your first day of work that's more than orientation. Suddenly hungry, you remember the smell of sandwiches under plastic wrap at Gorsky Manor. And you ought to get to work. You hike up to the ancient and decrepit manor house, retrieve one of seven bowls of chicken soup destined for the addiction recovery ward, and check your task list on the break room whiteboard: snow clearing, spot checks for structural damage (as if this place isn't ready to fall down at any moment), and some minor repair work (you're no engineer, but all the heating and ventilation equipment you're expected to maintain comes with 1) instructions and 2) a number to call if anything requires professional expertise to fix).
You work your way through the checklist, shoveling, snowblowing, scraping, and performing other hard and demanding tasks. It's tiring, but only in the way honest labor is tiring. You'll need to be careful on the roof, but you think you can manage this workload, especially if you can swipe the occasional sandwich or bowl of soup.
Weird place, though; rancid vibes. You're careful never to approach the restricted areas of the facility.
I research this "Heaney" figure.
I see if I can learn anything more about Harmonie Palys.
I need to find other Garou and make formal introductions.
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