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

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.]

1/3 (Because I couldn't decide which face to use. have all of them.)

[baconandsnausages]

[He raises an eyebrow at the machanic, but he takes the handshake and the guy is walking off before he can even get two words out. But there's a cigarette in his fingers that looks suspicious, and he frowns at it as he goes to take a sniff to confirm-

2/3

[baconandsnausages]

-WOAH, nope. Yeah, that's what he thought it was. an no, he doesn't.... well, not since trying it out in his teens anyway. and yeah, no. Not that he doesn't appreciate the thought. Which is what makes him catch up to the guy rather than just toss it.

A quick few steps short of a jog close the gap easily, before he catches up with him enough to catch him on the shoulder.] Hey.

3/3

[baconandsnausages]

[He hands back the blunt with a slight grin.] Thanks, man, but I- I don't. If it was a liquid with a double digit percent, I'd be right there, you know what I'm saying? [It's been one of those days. And then the grin is a bit more as he adds-] It's actually one of the few illegal things I don't do. [Just because the fact you handed him a blunt means he can say that and not worry about shit starting.]

[silentbob]

[Bob takes it back and shrugs amiably. But at the mention of "illegal" he just smiles, pulls out his folder, and removes a page that has a copy of the local laws on it. The bit about cannabis has been circled in red: not illegal.]

[baconandsnausages]

[The pause is slightly surprised, before he laughs] Dude, you're thorough. [He'll give him that.] But still no thanks. But hey - looks like you're the kind of guy who I could bring a fifth and a party to.

[...No, really. People mom keep telling him he should get out more. Or, you know, be out just as much but do less. Not his fault there's not enough hours in the day.]

[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?

[baconandsnausages]

[Oooh, a girl. You, lady, can have a bright grin. Well, looks like his day just got better.] I'm the one who's sat here. Unfortunately I don't do the wages though, or I'd pay myself a hell of a lot more. [all the tease.]

You got any experience?

[solar_flare]

[Yang grins. He might not be the manager, but he can still put in a good word for her. Out of everything she's seen available, this sort of job is probably her best bet. Might as well do something she loves!]

Mostly with motorcycles, but I know something about cars too.

[Not the same makes and models of Dean's world, but engines and transmission and brakes and all that stuff aren't too dissimilar when you get down to the nuts and bolts of it.]

Have you had any other takers yet?

[baconandsnausages]

Nope~

[And he kind of likes the sound of that.]

The motorcycle thing will be fine, too. I've got plenty of car experience but not so much on bikes, even if I get the theory. [Doesn't it sound like a good team?]

I do Monday to Friday, but the garage is open Saturdays as well. Do you know your way around Everglade much yet?

[solar_flare]

I've been there once or twice. Haven't run into any zombies yet.

[She can deal with monsters if she has to. Not so sure about ghosts, though. Do ghosts hate fire bullets?]

[pinball_reset]

[Oh, she's giving you all the sympathy in the world. Walking over, she glances at the sign and then back up to his face with a smile.]

Roped into this?

[She gives him a small smile, offering what she hoped was a slight comfort.]

[baconandsnausages]

[He looks up and... ooh, is that sympathy he spies there? It is.

Yes.

He sighs. Yes, he is milking this for what it's worth.] Yeah, the boss didn't want to do it himself. Plus, you know, real people work better than not-people apparently.

[pinball_reset]

Not-people?

[She remembers something about that, but it still sounds weird. Brushing her fingers over the yellow stone in her necklace, she decides to grill him just a little.]

since you seem to know a bit 'bout this...is it really true that those without these necklaces aren't...really here?

I don't really understand how they can be movin' 'round like that but not be a person.

[baconandsnausages]

I don't get it myself, really. But they're not real people in the sense of us being real people. They don't react to things the way they should, if something gets damaged as soon as it's fixed they just go straight back to their business and don't even act like it happened. If any of them are giving you hassle, all you have to do it wave the amulet in their face [Or, you know, just have it so they can see it] and they back right the hell off. It's weird as hell.

As for the term, it's something that I've used for ages. A bunch of us had a talk about the natives and it just kind of... started.

[pinball_reset]

Somehow, I doubt that'd work for real people though, right?

[Sighing, she wrapped her arms round herself. This place was weird as hell and now this? Hell, she could have probably just robbed that store without having to worry about repercussions.]

So we can get away with murder basically? With the people without necklaces. And no one would do anythin' about it?