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genessia2017-05-10 05:43 pm
black_black_heart) wrote in genessia2017-05-10 05:43 pm
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[ Video / Action | OPEN ] there's only two types of people in the world...
...the ones that entertain, and the ones that observe...
[VIDEO]
[ It's the day after Tannusen's little PSA to everyone, and here he is again. Good! He's sure everyone is super thrilled! The suit today is as fancy as ever, this time monochrome with a skull motif. It's patterned in the tie; the pocket square; echoed in the little metal skull and crossbones hanging from his lapel and in the shiny tie clip.
The silver ring around one finger, the loop around his throat, the frame-less glasses perched on his face, and his artful half-ponytail are all the same. So is that mischievous half-smile of his, as he folds his hands on the polished, dark wooden bar between himself and the camera. One is simply placed over the other, ring on top. ]
Now that I have everyone's attention.
[ That's right. Hi. ]
This lovely bar I am standing behind is the downstairs bar of Velvet Lust, my establishment. We are presently closed, as the sun is up, so... no, this isn't an advertisement for company. We're doing just fine on that front.
I have never actually advertised our open positions, as we seem to have little difficulty filling most of them. Still, I may as well do so now. One job advert from the gay bar in seven months isn't too much for everyone's delicate sensibilities, I should hope.
And if it is, well. Turn off your network feed for about... hm, two minutes? Or just leave your phone where it is and go make yourself some tea! We'll only be a minute.
[ He actually pauses, here, for a solid fifteen seconds or so. Still smiling, too. ]
Are we alone now? All the prudes fled the room? Good. Take a selfie with any abandoned phones you find and send them to me, just for fun. All settled in? Here we go!
Velvet Lust is currently hiring a cook for approximately three thousand red bills a month. You must be good at steak! Or, at least, be teachable. Bartenders -- yes, plural! -- for two thousand red bills a month, each. Plus tips. Don't worry, Bob and Valerie aren't going anywhere, but they can't be here all night every night. First come, first choice on working downstairs, upstairs, or variable. I'll explain the differences, if I must.
We are also hiring for entertainment, always. The city will only let me pay a thousand red bills a month, for that, but there are other arrangements to be made as well. You are also allowed to collect tips, I don't even take a cut.
[ Neither he nor his establishment are hurting for cash. At all. ]
All employees have a weekly tab of free drinks, and a weekly allotment of free steaks.
Of course, working in a gay bar is not for all, and working for a Faerie has its perils and its perks. It wouldn't be any fun otherwise, would it?
Now, everyone send me those selfies with your prudish friends' abandoned phones; I may make a collage of them and put it on the wall, so make sure to cover up any personal information they may have left up on their screens. Go!
I'll be conducting initial interviews in private, here on video. If you pass muster, I'll let you in to see the place while it's not full of people, and to discuss things in more detail. Good? Good! I am also open to any suggestions for other job positions, and possible expansions to be made to this location. So, if you have a skill that doesn't fit in with what I've just detailed, but you want to work here? I am all ears.
[ACTION]
When the sun went down, Velvet Lust would open for business. At the first hint of pre-dawn, the last call would go out.
Presently, it was day.
All the chairs were upside-down on the tables, the dark wooden floor, and furniture, and the bar all gleamed in the dim lighting. Intricate metal inlays in the edge of the bar itself, and the small stage in the back, shined with polish and care. Whatever anyone assumed from the name, the place had a lot of work put into it. Tannusen had poured resources both mundane and magical into the place, and no small amount of extra labor every morning to keep it spotless and respectable.
At least, downstairs. Upstairs was clean, too, but... respectable? That was another matter entirely. All the better for producing Glamour in even such a boring world as this one, filled with such boring people.
The heavy oak door was locked, of course. But if Tannusen was expecting a visitor, he'd be in earshot to go let them in. If not... well... one of his security team lived on the roof. And she really, really loved her job.
[VIDEO]
[ It's the day after Tannusen's little PSA to everyone, and here he is again. Good! He's sure everyone is super thrilled! The suit today is as fancy as ever, this time monochrome with a skull motif. It's patterned in the tie; the pocket square; echoed in the little metal skull and crossbones hanging from his lapel and in the shiny tie clip.
The silver ring around one finger, the loop around his throat, the frame-less glasses perched on his face, and his artful half-ponytail are all the same. So is that mischievous half-smile of his, as he folds his hands on the polished, dark wooden bar between himself and the camera. One is simply placed over the other, ring on top. ]
Now that I have everyone's attention.
[ That's right. Hi. ]
This lovely bar I am standing behind is the downstairs bar of Velvet Lust, my establishment. We are presently closed, as the sun is up, so... no, this isn't an advertisement for company. We're doing just fine on that front.
I have never actually advertised our open positions, as we seem to have little difficulty filling most of them. Still, I may as well do so now. One job advert from the gay bar in seven months isn't too much for everyone's delicate sensibilities, I should hope.
And if it is, well. Turn off your network feed for about... hm, two minutes? Or just leave your phone where it is and go make yourself some tea! We'll only be a minute.
[ He actually pauses, here, for a solid fifteen seconds or so. Still smiling, too. ]
Are we alone now? All the prudes fled the room? Good. Take a selfie with any abandoned phones you find and send them to me, just for fun. All settled in? Here we go!
Velvet Lust is currently hiring a cook for approximately three thousand red bills a month. You must be good at steak! Or, at least, be teachable. Bartenders -- yes, plural! -- for two thousand red bills a month, each. Plus tips. Don't worry, Bob and Valerie aren't going anywhere, but they can't be here all night every night. First come, first choice on working downstairs, upstairs, or variable. I'll explain the differences, if I must.
We are also hiring for entertainment, always. The city will only let me pay a thousand red bills a month, for that, but there are other arrangements to be made as well. You are also allowed to collect tips, I don't even take a cut.
[ Neither he nor his establishment are hurting for cash. At all. ]
All employees have a weekly tab of free drinks, and a weekly allotment of free steaks.
Of course, working in a gay bar is not for all, and working for a Faerie has its perils and its perks. It wouldn't be any fun otherwise, would it?
Now, everyone send me those selfies with your prudish friends' abandoned phones; I may make a collage of them and put it on the wall, so make sure to cover up any personal information they may have left up on their screens. Go!
I'll be conducting initial interviews in private, here on video. If you pass muster, I'll let you in to see the place while it's not full of people, and to discuss things in more detail. Good? Good! I am also open to any suggestions for other job positions, and possible expansions to be made to this location. So, if you have a skill that doesn't fit in with what I've just detailed, but you want to work here? I am all ears.
[ACTION]
When the sun went down, Velvet Lust would open for business. At the first hint of pre-dawn, the last call would go out.
Presently, it was day.
All the chairs were upside-down on the tables, the dark wooden floor, and furniture, and the bar all gleamed in the dim lighting. Intricate metal inlays in the edge of the bar itself, and the small stage in the back, shined with polish and care. Whatever anyone assumed from the name, the place had a lot of work put into it. Tannusen had poured resources both mundane and magical into the place, and no small amount of extra labor every morning to keep it spotless and respectable.
At least, downstairs. Upstairs was clean, too, but... respectable? That was another matter entirely. All the better for producing Glamour in even such a boring world as this one, filled with such boring people.
The heavy oak door was locked, of course. But if Tannusen was expecting a visitor, he'd be in earshot to go let them in. If not... well... one of his security team lived on the roof. And she really, really loved her job.