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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."
"I've had to deal with two 6-year-olds for about a year now -- I think I can handle babysitting one more for a few days without problems. Although, it'll be a little difficult if he doesn't get along with Hansel and Gretel, I guess... But they're nice kids, so I'm sure it'll be fine."
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"Speaking of children, er..." He hesitates, suddenly having doubts on asking for help, but eventually continues. "The kids I agreed to raise aren't human -- They're fox spirits, which means they have magic, but I am human, which means I don't. I've been alright at raising them so far, but their powers are getting out of hand really fast, and I can't exactly help them control it. If there's someone who knows enough about magic that they'd be able to teach them how to use theirs, I'd... Really appreciate the help."
"Oooh, I know a lot about magic, and would be happy to teach them!" Mabin excitedly began to babble, accent thickening as she began rummaging through her books. "Perhaps we can learn about the various conductance rates of different inclusions in balancing sapphires? Or how about the emissive power of tier 1 to 4 fire spells? Oooh, I know, we could do a test on heat flux of the children's various FoxFire spells across a quantum-magical barrier! the We could even do actual LABS on the subject! How exciting! I'll go get my equipment ready!"
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"Although..." Mabin flushed, as she stopped pulling various beakers and flasks out of her bag. "I will say, I am not as.... informed... on the social matters of interaction." She rubbed the back of her head with a beaker filled with what seemed like some kind of toxin. "I have been told by my comrades many times that I am very much unable to read social situations well, and often end up in trouble for it. If someone were to educate me on how to... do that, that would be lovely."
"I could probably do that. I don't have to deal with customers, do I?"
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"Izzy's up my ass, and just. Need some private time, you know? Can someone take my friend off my hands for the day? I don't care what you two do, just do it somewhere else. He's fun, though. Try not to get arrested."
" I AM the Angel of the situation. I love shopping so much ! I highly prefer purchase clothes but why not, i can do that for you. And, there's a tip at the end. Good deal for me. *
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" Now, i myself need someone for compliment my parents and to be an hypocrisis with them. I'm fed up to do it for have money. I highly prefer to pay someone for that. I'm ready to share 50-50."
"I'll take you up on your offer. I'm out of a job, and I look pretty innocent, I think. I could stealthily insult them for you if they don't know Latin or Japanese."
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"I need someone who's fit, healthy, and knows a decent amount of strength exercises to take over my girlfriend's job for the day. You'll get the day's earnings. Also maybe some fandom merch while we're out at the con."
"Healthy, fit, and sorta strong? I know I can nail it! this job should be a piece of cake!... What's the job anyway..?"
"This job is more or less simple, I just need you to take these boxes of fruits over to the market. It should be easy, but I promise I'll pay you!"
"Hey, I like money. Just point me to where I gotta go!"
"Oh, while I'm doing this, does someone wanna man my art booth in the park? You don't have to paint anything, just sell my paintings and chat tourists up, make up pretentious names for them and make 'em sound real important, ok? You can keep the tips."
"Hell yeah! That sounds easy enough. My acting skills can come in handy, so you're in good hands."
"I know this sounds pretty weird, but it'll take too long to explain. Does anyone have a mounted opossum? I'll pay you good money for it."
"Not really - but I can create one for you. Though, the payment would need to be more than money. No, don't worry, you can- uh, keep your soul. I am not that kind of Dealer."
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"Would you... ah, I'm... not sure. I didn't think I would reach this far. Maybe just navigate good libraries across the country? Or- state. Whatever it is you call it. Just within a certain... radius is fine actually. I can exchange anything for it, uh, so long as it's equivalent."
"Uh.." Hemlock squints at him for a moment, before his love of libraries in general overcomes his suspicion. He sighs. "Yeah, sure. Why not. Just like, buy me lunch or something, I guess?" He looks at Storyteller. "So, uh. Is there a reason for that, or what??"
Hemlock is standing with a frustrated expression on his face, before he spots you. He seems to be debating something, before sighing and calling out to you. "Hey! You. Uh, Do you thing you can help me carry this... box. Up to my room?" Looking at the box, it seems rather large. Maybe five or so feet long? He clears his throat, grabbing your attention "Uh. don't ask. .. So, will you help me out? I can pay you, if that's something you want."
Smiley poked the box before hearing the man clear his throat, looking over at him. "Of course. :) I'll do it for free, too! :) Because that would make you happy. And that would make me happy in return. :) See? Look at that smile. :) That's the only reward I needed. :)" And to know what's in this box, but he doesn't need to know that, the man thought while heaving the box up with relative ease.
The door of the house opens a creak, yet not enough for you to be able to peer inside.
"Thank goodness you're here! :) You see, I've run out of paper bags! :) The people I visited seemed to like those useless recyclable bags. I'll never understand why. :) But without a paper bag, I can't go outside! :) What if someone sees my face when I'm not smiling? :) I can't bear to think about that, oh no, no. :) Would you be kind enough to get me some bags? :)"