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1st Mission Report [Video/Action]
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[ There is a brown-haired man slouched against the wall of what has to be one of the studio apartments in the Commonspace. This, logically, probably means he's new. And what he says next will tip 'probably' to 'definitely'. ]
The lady hologram mentioned free lodging for a month before we gotta find somewhere else to stay. Can anyone hook a fella up with a job? I ain't afraid of manual labor, if that makes a difference.
[ He pauses, clearly uncomfortable with this, and adds: ] Thanks for your time.
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[ It's been approximately twenty-four since he woke up in that damn cocoon thing. A day since he had a small freak out by his lonesome, then took the necklace and the pamphlet and headed off to find what the hell was going on. The hologram had been surprisingly helpful on some aspects, and unsurprisingly not so helpful in others. Like who had brought him there, what they wanted, and how they'd done it. The level of technology needed to knock out and deposit him in a completely new world would be so advanced they might as well be aliens.
And, since he can't do a damn thing about it right now, James Barnes is roaming the city. Aimlessly. Or not so aimlessly. He's drawing a map in his head of the area around the free apartments, and then branching out from there. The tourist info included directions on how to get around, but he prefers to get eyes on everything he can. Because you never know when a midnight escape run down unlit streets, or across farmland, is going to be necessary.
He's also not doing much to make himself look friendly. Harmless, maybe, definitely not friendly. He will tip his ballcap when passing women, though. Some habits are just too old to break. ]
[ There is a brown-haired man slouched against the wall of what has to be one of the studio apartments in the Commonspace. This, logically, probably means he's new. And what he says next will tip 'probably' to 'definitely'. ]
The lady hologram mentioned free lodging for a month before we gotta find somewhere else to stay. Can anyone hook a fella up with a job? I ain't afraid of manual labor, if that makes a difference.
[ He pauses, clearly uncomfortable with this, and adds: ] Thanks for your time.
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[ It's been approximately twenty-four since he woke up in that damn cocoon thing. A day since he had a small freak out by his lonesome, then took the necklace and the pamphlet and headed off to find what the hell was going on. The hologram had been surprisingly helpful on some aspects, and unsurprisingly not so helpful in others. Like who had brought him there, what they wanted, and how they'd done it. The level of technology needed to knock out and deposit him in a completely new world would be so advanced they might as well be aliens.
And, since he can't do a damn thing about it right now, James Barnes is roaming the city. Aimlessly. Or not so aimlessly. He's drawing a map in his head of the area around the free apartments, and then branching out from there. The tourist info included directions on how to get around, but he prefers to get eyes on everything he can. Because you never know when a midnight escape run down unlit streets, or across farmland, is going to be necessary.
He's also not doing much to make himself look friendly. Harmless, maybe, definitely not friendly. He will tip his ballcap when passing women, though. Some habits are just too old to break. ]

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[ all if which is true. it's just not the whole story. ]
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If ya hear of anybody looking to hire, let me know? Even if it's just loading and unloading boxes.
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Yeah, sure. Where should I send this theoretical gossip?
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Well, I think everybody new gets a place for the first month so there I guess? I'm Adam by the way.
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I dunno if this is used like CraigsList but you're the first person I've seen sayin' anythin' about it.
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Yeah, that's what I was told. But I'd rather be proactive. Find somewhere else before I'm kicked out.
What's craigslist?
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[ Since there are people here from different worlds, Adam feels like he should have known better than to use that reference. He winces a bit. ]
Sorry 'bout that. It's a website that people use ta buy an' sell stuff. Some people post 'for hire' ads too.
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[ He may or may not know about it. Depends on if Craigslist was integral to a mission. ]
Like a board?
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[ Adam is visibly relieved he does not have to try to explain the Internet. ]
Though the ads on there can be kinda weird sometimes.
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Weird how?
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As in ads for offering and wanting sexual favors.
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When Bucky passes by her and tips his hat, she can't help but snort. She doesn't need courtesy, she needs to get rid of these flyers. She has a sneaking feeling she'll be found out if she just drops them all in a trash can somewhere. ]
Why, howdy-doo right back at you, partner. Want to take a couple of these off my hands while you're at it? Twenty-five percent off everything you need to bake a pie, courtesy of Disco Extra-Greasy Shortenin'.
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His eyebrows do shoot up beneath the hat once he's heard the spiel. ]
Don't have a kitchen or money to get pie ingredients. [ He's broke, Hannah. ] But I suppose I can take one or two off your hands.
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Yeah, tell me about it. They gave me some money when I got here but I'm a little nervous to spend it on something so frivolous. And, surprise surprise, this isn't really paying a living wage.
[ Hannah crosses her arms, head tilted to the side. ] Thinking of it that way, what's wrong with spending a couple bucks for pie? We've already been taken from our homes. Why torture ourselves?
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The people here could have just dumped us in a prison somewhere until things got sorted out. So getting a job isn't unreasonable. Is it the first one you've tried?
[ he's opting to ignore the pie question for now. it's complicated. ]
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[ She sighs, shaking her head. ] Waiting tables or something, I guess. I just don't want to have to start as a hostess or bussing or whatever. You can't live on tip-out. What are you looking for? [ Hannah grins, miming a hat tip. ] Bull rider?
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Maybe you could try for a secretarial or receptionist job somewhere.
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What's your mother's business?
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[ Although he isn't sure about the name. ]
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It's in Nova City, in any case. Just tell my mom that Bulla sent you if you stop by to apply there and she'll probably at least interview you.
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[ He thinks he could probably manage a handy-man situation. ]
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