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The hostess of the board lifts a porcelain cup to her lips, taking a long sip of her roasted black coffee as her eyes look down at her papers through her bangs. Forms, requests, documents, files, and many many other important yet boring information that she has to sort through. This side of the Federation, the highest order, as far as it could get, has been busy. Records of new findings and acceptance letters as well as suggestions and new projects have been sending through her fax to be approved, as it had been by the Board members below her.

The Federation is strict, and yet she has the final say.

Chai puts her drink down as one of her paws lift a letter discussing the annual Board meeting happening sooner than she would've liked. They tell her of who would be coming, entrepreneurs who wish to advertise the Islands, contractors with ideas for builds, interns who wish to see how things are run, her children, who set out to finish what she and the many Federation directors with her had started. Her children, who would come to this meeting to share their Island progress.

Her children, who live to serve the same agency she does.

She sighs, placing the letter towards the side to look back on later in the day. There's a method to her madness, important documents to return to belong to the left, while already finished or read ones belong to the right. The middle is reserved for all that is pending.

Her desk isn't messy by all means despite this. The papers are stacked neatly with her nameplate and picture frames surrounding the white blocks on the wooden frame. Her gaze turns to her pictures now, all memories she enjoys to keep, considering they're the only source of comfort in her long 9 to 5 job loop. Her paw reaches towards a frame.

Five bears stand tall and proud in the image, Chai being the shortest and in the middle with a proud smile and folded paws. Her children, Cucurucho, Baribal, Ourson, and Angel, standing on the sides. Her eldest two, simply came for the occasions, while the twins had just landed their official jobs. A smile finds home on her face, a familiar instinct to seeing her family. They're coming soon, to share about their work for the past twelve months. She isn't worried that it would be difficult, although one of them had been struggling when they shouldn't be.

Cucurucho, as hard-working as they are, had been failing lately according to the tropical side of the Federation. (Although she never really liked them that much, considering how much they enjoy changing Islands. Wasting money.) It was stepping out of line, they reported, it was learning to be someone.

Her child was learning to be itself.

Chai lets this slide. She stalked their profile for a while after the higher-ups of that section had disappeared from Quesadilla. It was beautiful, and saddening, to see how her child, now one of her daughters, had to be silenced for the sake of the perfection. For the sake of the Federation. She places the picture frame back.

It's not the first time she had been disheartened by the agency she works for, the agency she had founded with old friends, now co-workers. Chai slides open a drawer from the side of her desk, filled with documents and trinkets she preferred to no longer see, but still felt to keep. Her paw glazes another photo frame, this time with her and a winged being. She was in a white dress and was suited in all-black. They used to be happy. She places it back and shuts the drawer with a shove.

If anything, these meetings were always an excuse for her to see her kids. Just because an oppossing resistance formed by one she used to call hers had been threathening to shut down the Federation one Island at a time, does not make her wish to hear about it everytime they would discuss threats. Her eyes lower at the next piece of paper she has on her pending pile.

Threats are nothing, if you were to know how far the Federation goes. She knows, and she dislikes it. The document finds shelter in the garbage bin.

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[10k has been deposited by 🐇]

No, -🐇

[She had just been on her coffee break, leaving her office for a good while as she did her rounds around the higher office.]

[Someone inquires her about a sudden donation, she nearly spits out her coffee. Then, the hostess makes her way back to her desk.]

[There, on her monitor, is a notification upon opening leads to numbers. A donation. Ten thousand, like what the suitor promised.]

[What the Island?]

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I AM DEPOSITING 10K INTO YOUR BANK ACCOUNT AS WE SPEAK -🐇

I-Is, [a clearing of the throat] - Is this a scam?

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I'm in love with you. Please financially ruin my life. -🐇

[A ping goes through her pager, a light ding informing her of a message. My, that's new.]

[That's familiar.]

[She presses a button, hesistantly speaking.]

Why... I... My, that's incredibly forward of you.

I don't normally agree to ... donations like this, but I suppose I'll — [sigh] allow it.

I also don't normally get any suitors.

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My... that's disappointing. I thought that only announcements were sent through. Oh well.

I suppose I could use this as a personal catalogue. It wouldn't hurt, my kids use it anyway.

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This has unfortunately gone too far.

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The Directors of all the Islands.

We exist to have all Islands taken care of in the greater Federation initiative.

No Island will go unseen.

[Yaoiverse RP blog managed by @patorucho]

[Note: Blog is incredibly minor, only here to add to overall story. Please see the main Federation blogs instead!]

[Important Notes — Things to Know]

Blog is primarily run by Hostess Chai, an original character based on the silhoulette on the television in the QSMP video, Restarting Quesadilla Island

Chai is a single mother, currently with four kids: Baribal, Cucurucho, Angel, and Ourson

She uses she/her, and is a cis female black bear!

She takes her jobs as a mother and a hostess seriously, Chai was one of the founders of the Federation long ago and changed positions.

She and a collection of private directors run and decide Federation matters

[Taglist]

#island information — text posts

#hostess notes — Chai speaking

#meeting transcript — roleplay

#meeting adjourned — end of thread

[Taglist — Members]

#eldest estranged — @blackbearbureau (Baribal)

#continued bureau — @thecensusbureau (Cucurucho)

#overarching deity — @fabricatedheaven (Angel)

#city representive — @petitscientifique (Ourson)

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There seems to be a disturbance on an Island.