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Does your OC need a job? Good news, we're hiring!
In this game, the first person will post IC as a character who is looking to hire someone to do a job. Maybe they're looking for someone to help out at the business they own or work for, someone to join their band, a supervillain's sidekick, a maid or personal chef? Maybe they're just looking to hire someone to babysit, mow their lawn, do their taxes, or hide a body. You know, normal things. The sky's the limit; you can have your OC look to hire anyone for any reason whatsoever.
The next person will answer the interviewer IC, explaining why they're the OC for the job, and then describe the job they need someone to do. Sound simple enough?
Rules:
- You are NOT ALLOWED to skip anyone in this thread. If you cannot see the post above you because the poster or you have blocked each other, wait for another person to comment before replying to the thread. Feel free to bump the thread to encourage others to participate!
- Let two people post before going again, and try to vary the characters you post here.
- Be nice and have fun!
I'll start with this guy. "I have a problem with a giant robot menacing the TV studio I work at, so I need to hire some... kind of security to deal with this guy. Tell me why you're the person for this job."
"Hmmm? I can control electricity so you don't have to worry. I also able to product them from my core, so whenever you need me I will be there."
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"Seriously I need someone to fix my uniforms! They always got torn apart whenever I done with each battle, pretty annoying you know? So if you can sew, contact me."
"Oh, I'm good at sewing. Mostly the Aurora Borealis, but I doubt clothes would be much harder."
"But I could use a sculptor. Maybe one who can work with ice? And sculpt entire palaces? But if you can't, I'll still consider your application."
"I think I could help with that!" Mia volunteers. Volunteers? She wonders if she should ask for payment because who knows, this job could be a pain! Still... it feels kinda wrong to ask that from someone this innocent-looking.
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"H-Hey, um. Would anyone be willing to yell some sense into my coworker? He keeps trying to show up someone waaaaay more skilled than he is and since we're partnered up, if he gets hurt, his blood will kinda be on my hands.... I tried to warn him nicely, but he overestimates himself, and I don't want to get harsh with him because that'll make things real awkward and that's the last thing I want if I'm going to be trapped on a ship with him for a year. So, um. Any takers?"
Howl laughs, forgoing her dog form for the time being. Her form is all angles, scarcely obscured by a wifebeater with questionable stains and something that could probably be called denim shorts in the vaguest sense of the idea. She looms, but is obviously trying to refrain from looking threatening-- to her potential client at least. Considering the nature of the job...
"I'm not the type of ghoul to charge a fee when it comes to damsels in distress," her voice is smoky and would perhaps be attractive, did it belong to anyone else. "As it stands... yelling at a fellow dumpster fire is a task that lends it's own payment. You and I can arrange a meeting with this tool." She smiles, her lips cracking at the edges. "I'll scare the piss out of him. But I won't harm him... scouts honor." She has very obviously never been a scout of any sort.
Looking away with a weary expression, dirty fingers push greasy hair away from her eyes. She looks unsure of her request, almost embarrassed. Heaving a sigh and seemingly resigning herself to looking ridiculous, her words came tremulously.
"My friend left her fish in my care. I don't even have the survival instincts to keep my idiot self alive, let alone..." Scowling, she shakes her head. "I need someone to take care of her fish because I'm too dumb to do it. There, happy!?"
It's not clear who, exactly, she expects to benefit from her stupidity but the request, pathetic as it may be, has been made.
"I have to take care of my idiot friends all the time, Im sure a fish cant be too much harder. Its a fish. Feed it every so often, make sure it doesnt die. As long as it doesnt blast the offspring at 6 am like Marcy Im sure itll be fine"
"Arben and Lonnie are both busy, so I need a model/mannequin for a few days while i work on this outfit, preferably someone with around 4 arms"
“I’m not holding something that could explode!” Tazzi exclaimed sharply. Instead, she reached out through the force, and the object began to levitate in the air, above her hand but not too close. “But I will keep it safe for you...for whatever your intentions are for it.” Honestly, she didn’t really want to know.
“Alright, I’ve got a small feud with this pirate group in the Outer Rim. Probably because I shut down one of their operations a while back. Unfortunately, my master thinks I should offer them ‘collateral’ for one of their blown-up ships. So if you could deliver these credits to them, that’d be great. I think they’re on Felucia right now...too bad, such a pretty planet, they’re stinking it up.”
Suncrafter nodded obediently.
"Of course. So long as you pay MY little pirate group handsomely. If not, you may have another feud on you hands."
Suncrafter bowed at the fellow alien girl, and walked off, starting the task.
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Suncrafter looked at you, embarrassed.
I..... er..... need someone.... someone to...."
Her face flushed dark, and she turned around, showing that her tentacles were very much tangled up. Painfully, too.
"Can someone untangle these..... it.... hurts quite badly. I've tried to do it myself, but their circulation is getting cut off."
It was true.... the ends of the appendages were a color they shouldn't be.
Suncrafter, flustered and in pain, squeaked pitifully. "Act fast, please!"
The selkie instinctively ran over to Suncrafter and pulled out an ornate wooden comb and started to tenderly work it through the mass of tentacles. "You poor thing," Murdina cooed, "I know how much tangled hai...well...I could imagine this would be a bit painful." The mer continued to work through the tangled tentacles with softness and care, humming very quietly to herself.
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"Could anyone please help me with this?" the selkie said nearly in tears. She held up the sealskin cape she was wearing to reveal a decent tear on the right side. "Please, I need this fixed," she sputtered out in a panic, "I don't want another open wound again, I just can't do that again. I need to be able to swim and change and..." The mer trailed off, trying to close the tear with her hands, to no avail.
"I would be very happy to help, ma'am~" AB smiled politely, and patted his pockets for a short while before his hands reemerged with a needle and spool of thread. "As a tailor, it pains me to see such a lovely cape so damaged, I will work quickly to rectify it." He took the cape from her gently, his fingers working quickly and skillfully over the material. "Here, all done." The Kitsueki Type handed it back to her, the equipment in his hands disappearing like magic. The stitches were near invisible, and he clasped his hands behind his back cheerfully as he explained to her what to do. "After four days take the stitches out. It should be like the tear was never there. Don't unpick them any earlier though, or the tear will reopen again. Have fun swimming~"
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AB sighed. "I need to go away on a trip for a while in order to get some clothes delivered. I will be away for about three days, and as this area of Jigoku is a tad.. unruly, i would appreciate someone with the ability to defend my tailor's from any ruffian types. I can pay well."
The eel screams at you and makes angry face. He will be the best protector he can be, I mean he'll try atleast. He is prepared to lose his tail for the safety of this new land.
Shimmer lays on the ground in discomfort, can anyone make a good sleeping pillow to aid him?
Kierce smiles, motioning to himself kindly, "I mean, I'm literally a pillow! I'm sure I can help in some way, yeah?"
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"I need someone who can help me sort out my paper work sometimes. I keep nearly mixing up clients and- that wouldn't be too good.
Basically like a secretary, I suppose?" He fumbles a little, "I um...I'm sure the office will pay you well to come help!"