Sure I don't care. Just as long as I get paid I'll kill anyone you want. It's what I spend my time doing anyways.
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I need someone to go grocery shopping for me. I'm busy all the times so I hope it'd be fine if I ask you to do such a task for me.
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."
Pine smiles. "I can do it!" She jumps up and down, excited. "I love going to the store!!" She runs off to get the request done.
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Pine adds her request on a serious note. "I need someone who can take care of grampy Fluer... His health hasn't been the best lately and im worried about him..."
"Oh no, what happened to him dear? I'd love to take care of him. I might be young, but I always have to take care of my big brother when he's sick, so I'm confident in my nursing abilities!" She chuckles sweetly.
"I could need help! My sewing machine is broken and I don't know how to fix it..."
( Marclyn Oh my god, that was hilarious! Normally I wouldn‘t update, but this made my day!)
"Little girl. Look no further, your Captain is here to save the day. It takes a real man to fix issues. This is how you approach a broken sewing machine." Marcus picks it up, drops it on the floor, then stomps on it, smashing it to pieces.
He dusts his hands, "Mission completed." The captain tosses her two knitting needles and a ball of yarn, "You're welcome."
(xiukoto apologies for Marcus, he's a grade A douche. He probably graduated from douche academy with high honors. LOL)
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"I could use one of them sidekick. Any takers?"
"One of them sidekicks, huh? Like ol' Batman and little Robin?" Jack looks up at him curiously, a gloved hand curled at her chin in thought. "Mighty brave of you to assume I'd be anyone's sidekick. Implyin' I ain't just as good as the head honcho!" She huffs. "But, well... Shoot. I can't turn down someone in need, and I am pretty darn used to honest work. What's the deal?"
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"Anyone here know a thing or two about fashion? Would appreciate some clothin' advice right about now."
"Darling, h o n ey I. know. about. fashion." Shetra brushed back their luxirious mane of hair and winked. "What are you looking for, casual, classy?" The alien sauntered up to the wardrobe and started carding through outfits. "Personally," they glanced at Jack briefly, assessing, "I think Something blue would a b so lu tely bring out your hair- then again more earthy or warm tones would work beautifully aswell. If you're going for something that looks nice but can still do farm work in, ripped jeans with a black flannel and a simple necklace can do wonders. Maybe even some earrings or..." Shetra trailed off, mumbling under their breath as they shuffled through patterned shirts, pants, and jewelry.
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"I need someone who can follow me around, and write down whatever I say for, ah- I don't know, a couple hours?"
The gang boss groaned, rubbing a hand down their face. Their eyes were crusted with exhuastion and their voice even more gravelly than usual. "I got wrecked last night and Am Not gonna remember anything I do today so just- record whatever stupid decisions I make so I'm not clueless tomorrow. I'll pay you a hefty sum for tolerating me, yeah?"
"Yeah, I can definitely do that!" Dudley beamed as he pulled out a pencil and notepad. He immediately began to record what Shetra was saying, starting from being wrecked.
However, he didn't know how to write, and so everything on his notepad was nothing more than a mesh of squiggly lines.
"You came at the PERFECT time!" Dudley said while handing you a bucket of crabs. "Help me throw them into the ocean, will you? Why?" He looked down at the bucket solemnly. "Because they deserve it." He quickly switched back to a wide smile. "But we can go to Red Lobster afterwards! That'll be fun, right?"
“Oh, well.. I was heading there and, I guess I could help you. I don’t know about this “Red Lobster” place though.. sounds fishy.” He picked up the bucket of crabs from him, peering cautiously inside. He went over to the ocean, shuddering and tossing them in, trying to make sure every last one was out.
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“Hmm, oh! You there! Do you think you can help me with fishing..if you’re into that kind of thing?” He asked nervously.
being approached suddenly caught margot off guard. she was used to it, living in a large city and all but what a strange question! "fishing!!? vell.. ive never fished before but i vould be villing to try!! teach me everyzhing you know!!" margot accepted the job enthusiastically.
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margot was wandering the city streets, calling out to whoever would listen "hallo! anyvon?? i need a model for my next painting! please you must be patient and..vell beautiful! of course zat vould be appreciated!"
Yralissa nearly spat in the man's face. She knew getting a job in the mortal realm was inevitable, but did she have to become someone's servant? Putting on her best 'customer' face, Yralissa stepped forward and introduced herself. "Greeting sir. I'm Yralissa and I'd like to apply for the job. I have cooked for people with specific requirements and spent years cleaning a library. I can quickly organize objects and help do menial things like finance. I am confident my skills will be to your liking." She bit her lip, even if she didn't get the job its not like she wanted it anyway.
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"I'm looking for someone who can help me tend to visitors! All you're really required to do is make the visitor feel welcomed and point them in the direction of the book genre they seek."
"Ugh, I guess I'll help. Just give me a few energy drinks and a place to sit and I'm sure I'll be able to give them a smile soon enough." She would have really rather not go and help, but deep in that stone heart of hers was a pushover willing to help those that needed it.
"Higher ups have decided that Black Friday's such a success that, hey, why not have another, huh? It's this coming Friday, and I don't have nearly enough cashiers to handle this. Do you think you'd be able to help? We'll pay time and a half."
"Cashiering you say? Another Black Friday eh? Lots of money? And all the fancy jewelry will be on display? Hmmm...." Silent Blue closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath happily. Exhales and reopens her eyes as a giant grin came across her face, "I'm excellent with money and counting. I'm also a very hard worker. Yes. I can certainly cashier that day."
"I could use a muscle. A strong person to help me carry things. You know, jewelry and gold can be so heavy. I've got a few places I need to hit up."
↓ (I love your long responses!!! I love reading them!! LOL. Hope M Pourife knows when she meant 'hit up' means 'breaking and entering/stealing' things. LOL)
just realized how long my reply is so I'm gonna chuck it in a spoilers box to make scrolling easier:
With a raised brow, M. Pourife initially paid little to no attention to the request - seeing that he was a busy man (as always) and didn't want to risk overwhelming his schedule. His main form of acknowledgement during that time was that raised brow, but other than that, he just minded his own business. The middle-aged man whistled while wiping a rock he had picked up off the ground with a handkerchief, brewing over the idea as he did so.
He shot the woman another glance while pondering, Wait, she mentioned jewelry and other precious goods, right? They must be worth a lot of money, so... If she ends up selling them, as I predict... Suddenly, his eyes brightened. Ah! Maybe he could arrange a way for this little errand to fit into his schedule! He was sure that whoever was affected by the sudden change, whether it be an intern, an associate, or someone else entirely, would understand his rationale once he had explained it all out. After all, if it meant securing more money for his lab (which was always admittedly a bit on the low side of things), then...
"It's a deal," he muttered to himself while stowing both the rock and handkerchief in his pocket, giving her one last look before ascertaining his decision and walking up to her. As soon as he approached her, he - almost comically - put out his hand, expecting a handshake.
With a twitch of his mustache, M. Pourife took a bow before introducing himself, "I heard, miss, that you were in need of a lifter for a certain... Task, yes? I believe that I would work out fine for it, even if I look a bit on the old side of things." He let out a hearty laugh as he slapped his thigh, almost tearing up from the incoming bad joke. "Don't worry, it's not like I aged that badly in the physical department! I can still carry a decent amount of weight!" the scientist chortled with a wink, "By the way, I don't think names are that important, but if they do, then just call me Pourife. You might need that when telling me the procedure."
"Speaking of that... Do tell me how the arrangement will work... I can't function without instruction, you know."
Almost recklessly, M. Pourife stared at a somewhat crumpled and wrinkled paper that he held in his hands. Written on the paper were instructions on what to expect from working in the middle-aged man's lab, ranging from heavy machinery to the risk of being attacked by hostile creatures. It definitely wasn't the safest job, which was why he was in the constant need of new interns, but... At least it paid handsomely? It was listed as one of the perks on the sheet, after all.
He looked up and realized that he was in a pretty crowded area, clearly surprised that he hadn't bumped into anyone yet.
"Well, this must be the place," M. Pourife remarked while scratching his forehead. With a shrug, he folded up the paper and stowed it in his bag, where several more copies of said paper jutted out. For nobody in particular, he straightened his tie and let out a sigh, glancing around for anyone who might catch his eye. Not really anybody did so, based on their first appearance. Shame, he thought with a frown before looking up at the sky, I don't really want to do this, but if I have to do so...
With great reluctance, he called out, "I'm currently in need of an intern who's well-versed with computers and other advanced technology! For the sake of an experiment revolving around simulations, specifically those that can be coded on a computer! Please, do contact me if you have such skills; I promise that you'll be given a decent sum of money in thanks for your efforts!" He temporarily stopped speaking so that he could cough into his arm. (And also because he had no idea how he was going to provide that much money when the budget was consistently oh-so tight.) "It's a bit of a long-term commitment, but it'll be worth it, trust me! Not only will you get money, but you'll also get clout and the chance to make a difference. So, what do you say? If you think you're up for the job, why not give me a call?"
Zack stared at M. Pourife, then at his one hand, then back at him. "I, uh, can give it a try," he grunted. "I'm sure it's obvious, but I'm not fast with typing. I know how to code, though. Only a small portion, enough to make my pages look decent. You can visit them if you want to see for yourself. Helps if you post pictures of cute animals. Don't harass people, though."
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"I need help running my pet store," Zack grumbled. "I need to go out of town for a few days and need someone to take over for me. The animals are all low maintenance except for a few health cases, but eve they're not that bad. All you have to do is clean up after them and feed them. I'll give you $450 for all three days."