The OC Job Fair

"I know a spell or two that could help ease her nerves. Perhaps blow off anything that is actually following her if there anybody. And as long as she doesn't go running a marathon to Egypt any time soon, I'm up to do it. I also like to consider myself pretty trust worthy as the only things that I've killed have been the feral type. And if there's free food involved, I'm in."

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Sylvester drums his fingers on the desk , abasently running a hand through is hair "Unforchenately, it seems that fair folk are acting stupid again. Something broke them and I don't know what. I'm hung back 'cause my idiot partner nearly got his head bitten off. So if you are familar with the fair and know enough to not be tricked by them, then we got a deal."

A silent kind of amused laughter shakes their shoulders. Now negotiation and diplomacy isn't the league of Dr. Pace (it's more of dissecting people and stitching them back up together again, really) but flattery and words don't work on them, so that's a yes on the 'not be tricked by them' part - or at least if that what the other has implied.

"They sound horrible," they express their mind. Got their head bitten - was that literal? If so, then the doctor wouldn't have much problem handling the fair. "I'm a fast learner, surely I'll handle them off with little touble. Not to mention, I could use some... inspiration. When do we start?"

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Rather than the professional image Pace has made themself of, what greets you is a sight of them leaning against their office chair, their legs on the table with their head propped against a hand. They don't look very sorry or ashamed of their manners, either.

"So, I'm too tired to walk and do it myself," they start, their voice trailing off, which is some proof that they are not lying. They slide a piece of paper across the desk, presenting it to you. It appears to be a grocery list, and I quote - coffee, as much as the bag can fit, also a lot of eggs, 16kg of broccoli... the list goes on like any normal grocery lists to ever exist, but at the end of the list, it's not a brand or an item or anything, it's the name of a person.

Pace only yawns at your questioning look, at least they have the decency to cover their mouth. "Oh, right, yeah - I want him alive. Don't bring me a dead body."

"Sounds like a convincing shopping list. You hired the best boy *cough* man in the business. Alright, I'll take him...with no blood on our hands. Just tell me where he is last seen and I'll find his ass."

In a rather lavish office of the supposed headquarters of the lad's mercernary faction, RobiTech, and the CEO, who looks really young in his 18s, sits in the large chair that was supposed for the business elite and his legs propped up on the table like a casual rogue. However despite his youthfulness, he seems to take his job seriously and professionally.

"So we're looking to establish a connection between the employer and the employee. What you're looking at is a company that has had several years to grow and prosper in the market of contracts. So, what makes you a valued asset and why we should take you on in your role here at RobiTech?" The boy smiled before proceeding to fix his tie.

Jackson smiled dumbly as he stood in front of the CEO. Say something that'll impress him and give you a tour of this place, he told himself in a mental pep talk. What exactly could he say, though? That he was a high school drop out that also happened to be really good at stealing? That wasn't going to fly. Well, he was somewhat charismatic, right? Just open your mouth and let the words flow!
And so he did.

"Who here's a good thief? I need someone to take over a heist for me because I just found out that there's a game going on tomorrow night at the Bingo parlor and I just CAN'T miss that! It's for... for personal reasons. I... l-like playing bingo... yeah."

"Oh, um, hi, I, uh, I heard you needed a thief. Um, I, uh, I can't carry much, but I can help out with spotting and getting into small areas, so, um, yeah. I'll understand if you won't hire me, I-I just wanted to see if I could do something."

"Uh, Hello, I, um, I'm looking for a, uh, a caretaker for me. My current one, Pamela, is, um, she's going to her parents over on the other side of the country, so I have to find someone for the next week to, um, to look after me. I can't really offer much, since Pam looks after most of the material things, but I-I promise you, I won't be a problem"

Sora stared down at the little girl in front of her with a raised eyebrow, after a few seconds of staring she slowly mumbled under her voice "They told me that drugs are bad"

Taking a deep breath she bent her knees to watch Rosetta in the eyes.

"Sure gal, I think I can do that. But I can't leave my current work, so you would have to come with me." She said watching her still confused. "Oh and I hope you like parties because we're going to those a lot. I just have to keep an eye on you, right? So if you stick by my side I think nothing too bad will happen.

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She stared at the person in front of her with an annoyed expression on her face.

"Listen mate, I need someone to take care of some not so legal shit I did last week. Nothing much, you just need to bring me out of this situation with those anmoying cops. Use whatever you want, I don't really care, I will pay you with a nice amount of money"

Kent puffs his cigarette and looks down on Sora.  "Cops are always pesky..."  He sighs.  "I can help you escape from them if you promise me your eternal loyalty.  If you don't comply, well..."  Kent takes another large puff and exhales his smoky breath.  "I may have to lead the cops to your dead body in the dumpster as I will never tolerate outsiders knowing where I reside."  He chuckles deviously and says, "It would be stupid to resist, especially since I can offer many things for doing anything I tell you."

Kent stares into your eyes with a serious look on his face.  "I have a special job for you.  My precious boy has disappeared last night and I need you to find him and bring him back to me.  He wears panda eyeshadow and has an adorable brown mustache.  Bring him back, preferably alive, and I will give you anything you want.  Do we have a deal?"

He shrugs a bit, hesitantly nodding in agreement. "I mean, sure. I honestly think that he's easy to find. 'Ya gotta tell me where he would be or have an idea where he'd hang around. I've got nothing else to do around here but you know... 'ya gotta work with me here or else I won't ever find your boy! I used to do these kinda of jobs - although a bit more discreet. Hah, you don't need to know what I used to work as." He let out a hard laugh.

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"Hey, you there!" He points to you, the closest individual to Titan. There was this silly smile on his face. "I like you and I think you'd be quite a fit if you work for me! Don't worry though, I pay well. I just want you to model for me! I need more authentic models for my shop - you just have to sit around alot and look pretty while you're wearing my clothes. You got it? Also, NO RED! Red is disgusting, and I'd fire you for that."

"Oh, that sounds like the kind of thing I do! I go to conferences all the time, though never a parent-teacher one, my daughter was homeschooled..."
"I've never been to one, though surely it can't be that bad. I'll be sure to update you on what they say accordingly!"

"My... anniversary with my wife is coming up, and I've been so wrapped up in other work that I... forgot until last minute... I'm embarrassed, I never forget things like this."

"Usually, I like to plan things up to a month in advance but it's in a week and I'm panicking a bit... I really, really love her and I want to have a day that's just us."
"So, hopefully someone can help me arrange something so short notice-! I really, really don't want to contact the, er, aunts. They might be family but my idea of a fun time isn't exactly arson and witchcraft."

"I could help you and it's okay to forget. We all do that sometimes." "I could plan things out, though you'll need to tell me what kind of day you'd like planned. Because I met set you up for a day at the theme park where you would've preferred the movies."

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"I'm not entirely sure if-well. My creat-mother, she is my mother. You see, my mother, Cassidy, is getting super stressed. I've tried cheering her up, but I can't do anything, I don't know what to do and it makes me feel horrible. I don't exactly know if it's possible, but if anybody could help Cassidy not be stressed, I could give you some money. May not be a lot, but I could give you some. And, if possible, find the source of her stress and get rid of it. I don't want her to be sad."

Foie Gras lets out a quiet honk as he simply sat comfortably, his webbed feet hiding under all of his fluffed feathers. His head cocked as he listened to his ....somewhat of a plea. Suddenly his legs appeared from under, walking up to this monstrous beast that was currently using a human as his shell. He'd nip his pant leg. Perhaps the duck wanted him to let him take over so he can be used as a vessel? I mean, as long as Foie Gras can get as much sausages as he wants if it happens.

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Fois Gras is hungry! The duck starts picking at the ground and his stomach eventually growls.  Perhaps someone could provide him some nice delectable food like perhaps... a bowl of naturally sweetened corn or just toss a few sausages at him?

Kumo looked at the small duck, she never really saw ducks, let alone ones that hung around on her porch. She poked her head out and saw the duck more clearly "Hello there, what you doing here?" Suddenly duck started to 'request' "Oh, you're hungry? Give me a sssecond." She went back into her lavish and large apartment, forgetting to close the door. 

She went to the fridge, getting some bread ready as the duck walked under her "Oh, I thought you were... Never mind, I like your ambition, I'll let you pick what you want." She backs up from the fridge, watching what the duck did, they didn't go for the open packet of bread? Well, what did they want? She watched more as the determined duck opened up her meat drawer and pulled out a package of sausages. She took the meat away from the duck's beak and opened the packaging "I like your bow tie, very unique" she let the duck take some of the sausages and soon after, Fois Gras left her home.

"I am tesssting a new type of prosssthetic, involving adding two extra armsss to the body, if you would be open to assssssist me for the next year or two, I would be willing to let you keep them as well as sssome reward money. All you would have to do isss live your normal with them and tell me if there are any problemsss, ssso I can make adjussstmentsss to them asss time goesss by."

(Bump)