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all_is_truth2015-01-25 10:34 am
delphi_bat) wrote in all_is_truth2015-01-25 10:34 am
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A watched pot...
Who: Babs & Any (open)
When: Three days after arriving in the City
What: Grumpy techie goes rolling to the park in order to negotiate job contract terms!
Nothing like setting the world on it's ear huh? She'd caught on pretty quickly to the fact that the city was in energy saver mode. Nothing like cold showers and the lights only on right above you to clue a person in right? She hadn't turned her personal computer on since their arrival, she wanted to have her thoughts in order and a better understanding of the circumstances before chatting up the local network again.
Fact the first: The city seemed to be enclosed entirely and a little desperate for tenants.
Fact the second: The hotel they'd finally decided on as temporary lodging imported food in the morning. They could lift the lid on room service cart and see nothing on the plates, then lift it again for their meals.
Fact the third: She had to stare at the coffee pot to get coffee.
That was perhaps the most irksome fact there; coffee was a great way to face the day but having to stare down a percolator until it was done? Now that was adding frustrating to the mornings. Roy had probably gotten to the obvious string of curses as she set her brain loose on the problem and she came to a single conclusion: she had to talk to the city.
Damn it.
There had been flyers showing up in their rooms, both in braille and English, talking about the joys of gainful employment and benefits of citizenship. It felt like old pre-world war propaganda really, but one could almost feel it was well meant. Something wanted them to have jobs.
And the city needed a technician apparently. "Back in a few hours, I'd rather be some place open to negotiate with an unknown," she noted before heading out the hotel room door. Roy had his own series of decisions to make, so a bit of time apart wasn't a bad idea.
Anyway, yes.
Back to the park they'd woken up in, and in the light of 'day' she could tell it was overgrown and ill-cared for. A park run wild in fact, more jungle and weeds than trimmed lawns and running paths. It was surprising there had been a clear bench for Roy to wake up on, much less space to park her wheelchair beside one. It made her suspect a flamethrower may have been involved in space clearing. That or whatever this place's equivalent to extreme pruning would be.
Opening her computer she cracked her knuckles and smiled, "Alright, I'm a certified librarian on paper, but in real life, well, technician positions I'm a bit overqualified for, let's work up from there." Because if she was going to be 'gainfully employed' then this place was damn well going to pay her worth. And she was going to figure out what was needed for coffee pots that worked properly and hot showers without pulling the alchemist into the bathroom.
Don't mind her, she was just talking to thin air and having her computer answer her in a wild park it seemed.
When: Three days after arriving in the City
What: Grumpy techie goes rolling to the park in order to negotiate job contract terms!
Nothing like setting the world on it's ear huh? She'd caught on pretty quickly to the fact that the city was in energy saver mode. Nothing like cold showers and the lights only on right above you to clue a person in right? She hadn't turned her personal computer on since their arrival, she wanted to have her thoughts in order and a better understanding of the circumstances before chatting up the local network again.
Fact the first: The city seemed to be enclosed entirely and a little desperate for tenants.
Fact the second: The hotel they'd finally decided on as temporary lodging imported food in the morning. They could lift the lid on room service cart and see nothing on the plates, then lift it again for their meals.
Fact the third: She had to stare at the coffee pot to get coffee.
That was perhaps the most irksome fact there; coffee was a great way to face the day but having to stare down a percolator until it was done? Now that was adding frustrating to the mornings. Roy had probably gotten to the obvious string of curses as she set her brain loose on the problem and she came to a single conclusion: she had to talk to the city.
Damn it.
There had been flyers showing up in their rooms, both in braille and English, talking about the joys of gainful employment and benefits of citizenship. It felt like old pre-world war propaganda really, but one could almost feel it was well meant. Something wanted them to have jobs.
And the city needed a technician apparently. "Back in a few hours, I'd rather be some place open to negotiate with an unknown," she noted before heading out the hotel room door. Roy had his own series of decisions to make, so a bit of time apart wasn't a bad idea.
Anyway, yes.
Back to the park they'd woken up in, and in the light of 'day' she could tell it was overgrown and ill-cared for. A park run wild in fact, more jungle and weeds than trimmed lawns and running paths. It was surprising there had been a clear bench for Roy to wake up on, much less space to park her wheelchair beside one. It made her suspect a flamethrower may have been involved in space clearing. That or whatever this place's equivalent to extreme pruning would be.
Opening her computer she cracked her knuckles and smiled, "Alright, I'm a certified librarian on paper, but in real life, well, technician positions I'm a bit overqualified for, let's work up from there." Because if she was going to be 'gainfully employed' then this place was damn well going to pay her worth. And she was going to figure out what was needed for coffee pots that worked properly and hot showers without pulling the alchemist into the bathroom.
Don't mind her, she was just talking to thin air and having her computer answer her in a wild park it seemed.
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She blinked and watched as only a cat could. 'I'm sorry, dear. A... bubble in space?'
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"Star designate Els-4 in grid 11b!" The city offered helpfully.
"Annnnd that's all I get when I ask because reference points for said designations would make things too easy."
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And Belladonna felt surprisingly small all of a sudden. She would have greatly appreciated a proper tree to climb, but she found herself rather unwilling to trust any of the ones here. 'I'm quite sure that was a lovely explanation, but I confess it a bit hard to follow.'
Even her mental voice sounded a bit strained, like she was clinging to politeness with all claws.
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