Job Fair!

[genpcs_a]

WHO: Anybody! Recruiters, set up a stall. Bums, get a job!
WHAT: Genessia is hosting a super fun job fair! Unsure what to do? Step up to the lucky lotto and get assigned a super fun lucky awesome job that the character MUST work for at least eight hours before returning to pick a new job from the lucky lotto. Or you could just pick a normal job that's being offered by normal people. That works too.
WHEN: December 8th - December 14th
WHERE: Genessia City - Encircling the Bay
NOTES: A thread will be posted for each day of the week, for those wanting to draw a random job. If you're up for wacky hijinks, tag the day you want your character to pick a surprise career and the mods will RP/assign a job. The character may choose to keep the job if they like it, or pick a new one the next day, but they're stuck doing that job for at least eight hours once the choice is made. HO HO HO!


As soon as the sun began to rise on the snow-dusted city, a quiet murmur in the streets steadily turned into a bustling commotion, with people carrying tables in pairs, filling balloons with helium and tying them to brightly painted signs, and catchy songs being played fighting for the attention of would-be job applicants. Cafes, the library, mall stores, the Genessia Tribune, property managers...everyone had something that needed to be done.

The most eye-catching display by far was the Lucky Lotto Career booth, with flashing lights, attractive "booth babes", and a large multi-colored wheel just waiting to be spun. On the wheel, numerous panels were pasted with a large glittery "?" on each one. Depending on where the wheel stopped, the panel would be peeled off to reveal one surprise job for anybody who needed a little inspiration for their aspiring careers. Why not step up and try your luck?

Comments

Sunday - 12/8

[genpcs_a]

BACKTAG FOREVER

[short_n_sweet]

[It's too much.

There's flashing lights and booth babes and everything. That wheel is just BEGGING to be spun by some guy who has very little self-control. That guy is Jaune.]

Oh man, awesome! It's like being just given a job! [Because looking for a job was just SO much work.]

[So he bravely (stupidly) approaches that wheel and gives it a big spin.]

Monday - 12/9

[genpcs_a]

Let's try that again!

[short_n_sweet]

[Okay, Groundskeeper turned into a zombie fight and work ended pretty early. Jaune was back at it again. He approached that wheel and gave it another nervous spin.]

Okay, something better this time I hope.

Tuesday - 12/10

[genpcs_a]

Backtagging!

[short_n_sweet]

OOC: Oh yeah, I'm riding this gravy train all the way to the bank. Just wanna make sure you get the most out of that job list!

[Okay, Apprentice Potion Brewer wasn't that bad. Working in Harry's lab was actually pretty cool, and Cherise was kinda awesome too. But as for doing that permanently? Nah, not his bag.]

[So he's back again! Though he looks less defeated about the whole thing than before. Approaching the wheel, he gives it a spin - maybe this next job would be a learning experience, like the last one!]

Wednesday - 12/11

[genpcs_a]

Thursday - 12/12

[genpcs_a]

[onecream_fivesugar]

[Bring on the wheel.]

Friday - 12/13

[genpcs_a]

GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY

[lazygurl]

It was time to face the music. Karina's lazy, not stupid; she knows she /has/ to work, she just doesn't /want/ to. But at least this way, she doesn't have to actively seek anything.

"Hi-ya..." Karina gave the wheel a half-hearted spin, eyes somewhere between anxious and sleepy. "Come on...(please be something easy)"

Re: Friday - 12/13

[short_n_sweet]

[Let's try this again! Crazy early morning spin, gooooo.]

Saturday - 12/14

[genpcs_a]

Everglade City Guardian Office

[no_love_potions]

[Harry can be found sitting in a folding chair at a table every day of the fair for at least a few hours. There's a sign written in black marker over his head.]

Wanted: Deputy City Guardian for City of Everglade.
Reasonable Pay.

Experience With the Supernatural Or At Least Willingness To Do Required Reading Appreciated
Basic Self-Defense Skills Or Higher A Must
Supernatural/Magical Abilities A Plus But Not Required

[leekspins]

[Orihime's at least passing familiar with Harry, even if they haven't really spoken much. ...That's more her fault than his, she knows. She's making an effort to be more sociable, however, and that's admittedly a lot easier when the city is suddenly so lively and festive. Drawn by the commotion, Orihime wanders from booth to booth. There are so many jobs she wants to try! Could she work at five of them? The city wouldn't even have to pay for all those wages, she just wants the experience!]

[Finally she comes to Harry's both, and greets him with a pleasant beaming smile as she hastens to examine the sign. Oh, Everglade...! She visits there often enough to check on Dean, and she's definitely got experience fighting ghosts! In fact, she should tell him as much.]

I think I meet all of your qualifications! And I fought ghosts back home, and some zombies in Nautilus! I even got to use Excalibur to do it, and ride on a trolley that my friend decorated with barbed wire!

[IT WAS SO AWESOME, HARRY.]

Re: Everglade City Guardian Office

[simon_petrikov]

Pff.

PFFFFFT.

A job. Ha! Looks at all these suckers, working to live. Who needs to work? They could just barely eat, like you Gunter.

[The Ice King is roaming the job fair aimlessly, while holding in his arms what looked like an ice sculpture penguin. He's far from interested in actually getting a job, so really he's just judging all the other unemployed bums that were scrambling to get work. As he walked however, he did manage to stop, by chance, at Harry's. The whole part about "Supernatural and Magic abilities" caught his eye.]

Heeeeeey, I'M magic! [He grins big and looks up at Harry.] What's a Guardian do? Is it like a super hero? Ohh, I've wanted to be a super hero since I was a little tyke! Oh I'm so excited now, aren't you Gunter? [The strange old man holds the ice penguin up in front of him, pressing his nose to it and looking it in the eye. Of course it didn't say anything - the guy's obviously nuts.]

[smelltheredinside]

[The fact she floats up is probably a big old check in the supernatural abilities section. And the experience section.]

...What is it this deputy thingy does?

Is your day weird enough yet, Harry?

[silentbob]

[Here comes someone new. Chubby, comfortably dressed, neatly bearded and smelling faintly of cheap cigarettes and high-end cannabis, he has clever dark eyes and an old fashioned boombox on his shoulder. The boombox is playing Steve Miller Band's "The Joker" at an unintrusive volume. He turns it off and sets it down as he steps up to the booth.]

[Unzipping his hoodie, he pulls a thick sheaf of paper in a folder out from under it. He waves hello, and then hesitates a moment. Words. Crap, things were so much easier when he had Captain Diarrhea-of-the-mouth with him. Oh well. He speaks up, offering the folder.]

I'm opening a business in your town and want to get your OK first.

Cafe Caradja, Everglade--Multiple Positions Wanted

[nolongerhollow]

CAFE CARADJA IS NOW HIRING
Servers, Ushers, Assistant Bartenders and Security
Experience Welcome but Not Required

This is a large table draped in scarlet and purple, with a slightly Medieval looking banner and assorted holders of leaflets. Behind the table, a tallish man with dark hair and an unplaceable Eastern European accent is fielding questions.

[pinball_reset]

[Ava's walking along the stalls, hoping something happens to be up her alley. A bar, salon...even a criminal enterprise would be welcome about now.

She's about to give up and just go to the when when a booth catches her eye. Moving over, she gives him a bright smile, anything to work this in her favor.]

Don't suppose you're still lookin' for bartenders are you?

Lawrence garage

[baconandsnausages]

[He was here begrudgingly. He didn't think they needed a new person, but apparently someone has to pick up the slack from the staff loss, so he's here. Sat at a booth, feet on it and tipping his chair back. Looking so goddamned bored, it's possibly a small miracle he's still awake.

He's flipped the sign he was given by the guy that pays him his wage and scrawled in marker-]

I'd rather be fixing the goddamned cars.

[....At least he's participating?]

sliiiiiidin' on in here....

[silentbob]

[Bob walks past the guy with his boombox on his shoulder, and peers at the sign. Slows down. Goes off to do something for a bit. Comes back. Tilts his head, looking sympathetically at the bored mechanic. Walks over, offers the poor bastard a green handshake, and leaves him with a blunt in his hand as thick as one of his chubby fingers.]

[solar_flare]

[Guess who's got two thumbs and likes motorcycles and is handy in a garage? THIS GAL RIGHT HERE! Reading the sign, she thinks she might have just found the job she's looking for. And hey, if they have a junked motorcycle she can play with and fix up for free, so much the better!]

You the one doing the hiring?

[Open] Wandering the crowd

[scarlet_discord]

[Wanda doesn't work for other people. With other people, maybe, if she respects them. But for? Giving up control to another person, following orders, trusting in another person's judgment to that extent...no goddamned way. She can't. Not any more. She's met far too many "leader" types who talked good lines but soon proved to be incompetent, heartless, out of touch, or some combination. No more.]

[She walks slowly down the aisle, looking at the booths with her hands shoved in the pockets of her leather jeans. Discomfort reads plainly on her face and she avoids the tightest knots of the crowd.]

[She doesn't even know why she's here. She has half a dozen ways she can make money using her powers, and none of them involve saying 'yes sir' or otherwise making herself vulnerable to anyone. The faint pressure to try anyway that she feels is just some stupid social expectation. She doesn't have to get an "honest job" where she has to "act normal" and let someone else have control over her time, energy and decisions. She probably couldn't manage one anyway.]

[Her sense of depression and discontent only grows as she moves on. There's nothing wrong with the businesses hiring, except that she can't see herself participating in any of it without her stomach clenching. She doesn't belong here. She belongs back in the shadows, protecting herself, making her cash on things she salvages and on cleaning out gambling rings. Finally, she stops short.]

What the fuck am I doing? Nine to fives are for humans.

[She turns around quickly, planning to hurry away and get a breath of air somewhere less crowded, and nearly runs into someone in the process.]

Nonhumans gotta stick together

[descendsfromshadow]

[Blake's not exactly feeling the most confident about the whole nine to five deal either. She's already made some half-decent money on monster hunting contracts in the Fayren sector but nothing that she's feeling extra great about.

Which is why she'd come down to the job fair, wandering between booths and passing up most of the offerings there. It's only when she passes by the newspaper booth that something catches her eye....

She's reading the offered job closely, but her senses are sharp and she's been trained, so she just manages to not crash headlong into somebody rushing past. A barely noticeable twitch of her bow, a quick stop, and she glances up at the other girl.]

Sorry.

Winter-Hobbes Hypnotherapy Clinic

[nothingupmysleeve]

RECEPTIONIST WANTED
Winter-Hobbes Hypnotherapy Clinic
Duties Include Phones, Filing, General Office
Benefits Available * Inquire Within

It's a plain sign, and Daimon's kicked back in a chair behind the small table, radiating a sort of relaxed cheerfulness.