[ Barely a minute after arriving in Cadelle, here Baby is, with a stand at the corner of the skills fair; a whiteboard by a long table, a number of helmets lined up on it, and, close, his trusty car, parked and waiting. He's secured enough space that he can show off some stunts off the side of his stand and the fair; not that he actually expects that many people to be interested in hearing about road safety.

At least, it's a good, bright day in Cadelle, and as he sits on the hood of the Challenger, twirling a sharpie in between two fingers as LCD Soundsystem blasts in his ears, his head tilted to the sun, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. The typical Baby attire, really.

If you fancy doing donuts, you want to learn drifting techniques, or discuss the dangers of stunt driving, Baby is here for you! The stand also works as an unofficial promo for the Car Club, if that's what you're interested in! ]

[ Someone's having way too good a time with these name tags. And if you're curious and/or want to call him out in his, Baby's own tag says:

Hello, my name is Baby. If you really think it's my real name, you're more naive than I am ]

[ Baby's been looking around the job fair for a while, now; done with the skills parts, he's now wandering around, feeling a little aimless. There is nothing in which he can use his most prominent skill - he doesn't really want to be a delivery driver again, not if he can help it, anyway.

But he can't see anything that's calling out to him, anything where he'd be good and useful, something he'd love at the same time. That is, until he sees the stands, side by side, for Mahogany, The Deviant, and, a few stands over, B-Sides. After walking around without a single clue where he could contribute, suddenly, he's in a row with three possibilities.

Music. He hadn't even thought of it. But then, it's like he's physically incapable of stopping himself from walking over.

Around the Mahogany stands, he wonders aloud, even as he grabs an application form: ] Think they'd be interested in a lounger singer?

[ He grabs a form at The Deviant's stand and fills it out for himself to try out DJing auditions, and finally, he stops at the B-Sides stand, fingers running along the sleeves of the vinyls on display.

He's not the only one at the stand, though. Competition? ] Interested in a job here?