EVENT: WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB?

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EVENT: WHY DON'T YOU GET A JOB?

Congratulations, cuddlers! You've survived your first month here in Cadelle, and with only (cough) minimal catastrophe. The city administration is beyond grateful for all of your help in the rebuilding efforts, and cannot thank you enough for all your hard work. Well, maybe that's not entirely fair. After bribing visitors to move out, meeting the seemingly endless caloric needs of hungry superheroes, and funding the reconstruction efforts, the city's coffers are starting to feel a little light... which leads us to today. The festivities kick off with a time-honored Cadelle tradition: the skills fair! In keeping with local customs, Cadellians traditionally volunteer to host a booth and teach a skill of their choice for the day, a good deed that helps to refill the city's energy stores after the busy summer season. This year, the city has graciously agreed to let anyone interested sign up to host, and has set aside a small number of booths for the exclusive use of their newest visiting citizens... and while money isn't on the table (sorry, y'all, but they did say they were a little tight on the wallet), teaching out of the goodness of your heart still counts as a good deed done. Whether you choose to host a booth and teach a skill of your own, or to wander the fair and learn something new, be sure to take time to appreciate the day's other offerings. Like any good late-summer fair, there's plenty of delicious food and drink from some of the city's best loved vendors to sample, upbeat music in the air to dance courtesy of the local top 40 radio station, and lots of opportunities to escape the heat thanks to special seminars hosted by the city's own university. Yes, seminars — there's one every hour, with topics ranging from underwater basket weaving to particle physics to the careful art of walking more than one dog on the same leash. Classes are free, seats are plentiful, and hey, what else do you really have to do? You don't have a job yet, do you? Speaking of jobs... after the fun in the sun of the skills fair is over, it's time for the main event on day two: the job fair! Yes, that's right, a job fair, because it's time for all you freeloaders to start paying your own way. That might be a little harsh. In any case, Flora and Cornelius are glad to welcome to you to Cadelle's first annual Employment Extravaganza, complete with brightly colored booths, friendly vendor representatives, and plenty of applications to go around. Come say hi, shake some hands, and maybe even get hired on the spot! In addition to the city's many and varied culinary venues, there are a wide variety of cultural institutions, learning centers, recreation spots, and shopping destinations to appease even the most restless of visitors. (Hint, hint: there's even a DIRECTORY.) While the sky's the metaphorical limit, be sure to check out the sponsored booths currently hiring: ▸ Barred is currently hiring for dance instructors! From classic ballet to interpretative dance or hip-hop, any style is welcomed. Please note: all classes are fully-clothed. (If you prefer to dance in your birthday suit, we suggest a more personal arrangement.) ▸ Blue Springs Pool is looking for qualified lifeguards to supervise the annual 'Learn To Swim' and 'Mommy and Me' programs this fall. While being able to breathe underwater is preferred, it's not required. ▸ Chop Shop has an opening for an even-tempered (... or not) culinary instructor for their evening cooking classes. Exceptional candidates may even be considered for the chef's academy, where they will be tasked with training Cadelle's next great generation of professional chefs! ▸ Crunches is eagerly hoping to fill a variety of positions, from gym staff to personal trainers and fitness instructors. If you've got a passion for fitness and want to get paid to join a multi-level marketing company sweat, come on down! In case meeting and greeting with desperate to hire vendors doesn't sound like a great time, or if you need a little practice with the concept of having conversations with real people, Flora and Cornelius have graciously agreed to host a speed networking event. Much like your beloved speed dating events, this special event is intended to help you quickly and easily meet a variety of hot singles in your area professional colleagues and friends, and to potentially find a new career if you're lucky! (Plus, it's air-conditioned. How can you go wrong?) Be sure to visit the welcome table to sign in and pick up your name tag. You'll be pleased to note that the name tags have been prefilled for your convenience, so just find the one with your name on it and slap it on. Don't mind the descriptions underneath... Or do. While the city administration had graciously agreed to loan an intern to Flora and Cornelius for this event, they didn't exactly send their best and brightest. Grumpy intern Monty Montague has decided to have a little fun with his boring assignment — instead of the requested polite descriptions, Monty's opted to fill in the blank with more... well, colorful phrases. Things like: ▸ Hello, my name is Inigo. I am a revenge-obsessed swordsman with daddy issues. ▸ Hello, my name is Marshall. I am what? who? chicka chicka Slim Shady. ▸ Hello, my name is Moana. I am MOAAANAAAAAAAA. What will your name tag say? Do you agree to stay and wear it? While you may seek out blank nametags (or even just an extra marker to scribble out the offending message), you'll be sorely disappointed to find them all conveniently missing. Tearing it in two won't work, either — there's no penny-pinching on supplies here, and that thick plastic sticker won't rip for anything. Oh, well. It could be worse, right? At least there's a snack bar, and everyone's suffering together... right? Pull up a chair, find your next match, and try to avoid the enormous elephant in the room. Or don't. Whatever floats your boat, cuddlers! In conjunction with this event, the mod team is glad to announce the launch of our official JOBS DIRECTORY! Should your character find honest employment at the jobs fair or even on their own, please be sure to let us know! Helpful Hint: As a reminder, players are always welcome to suggest a location that may be missing from our directory, and characters are also welcome to open up their own venues with help from the city administration! For help with this, or to make a suggestion, please drop us a line at our GENERAL INBOX (or SCREENED INBOX, if you prefer). As always, we're here for you, cuddlers, to make this game a success! We couldn't do it without you!

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Baby | Baby Driver | OTA

[killertrack]

a. skills

[ 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! ]

b. tag

[ 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 ]

c. job

[ 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?

▸ job

[myownwoman]

Interested in the music, [ gaby corrects, pulling out a record and flipping it over to read the track listing on the back, humming under her breath. the record is from the late american fifties but gaby's looking at it like it's her pal from last week.

she taps the booth's attendant with an easy smile, gesturing to the record. ] Do you mind? [ without actually waiting for the go ahead, gaby pulls the record out of the sleeve and slips it onto the record player, shifting the needle to the right song with practiced ease. after a slight pause, the song she'd selected starts to play and she winks at the dumbfounded booth attendant.

a moment later she turns and looks up up and up at baby, holding out her hand. she's not going to ask. ]

bigby wolf | fables/the wolf among us | ota

[huffnpuffs]

1. name tag / speed networking

[ Hello, my name is Bigby. I am THE LAW

... honestly, it could have been worse. If whoever wrote this thing had gone for some dog joke, written that he's "a REAL son of a bitch", he probably would have chucked it in the first trash can he could find and done without the damn thing. Even so, it's not like this paints him in the best light, but if he needs to try his hand at this "playing nice" thing then a name's a fine place to start.

Not that it's going to be easy, even then - but when is anything ever easy? ]


2. job hunting

[ It's not that he's eager to find himself in someone else's employment, not by a long shot, but he's also not so stupid as to deny that needing money is a fact of life. He can't exactly just nominate himself sherriff here, and not for nothing but he's pretty sure that his way of handling things differs pretty greatly from the police.

The idea is there, in the back of his head, to look into starting up his own private investigative practice. Detective work was admittedly engaging. The hunter in him enjoyed seeking the trail, connecting dots to find his way to his prey - the truth. It's part of what made being the sherriff of Fabletown actually bearable, but he's not sure this place has the same seedy underbelly to dig into. Or, more accurately, he doesn't think he's been here long enough to find the traces of it. A place like this, with such a pretty face and an aggressively warm-hearted message, that offers such a tantalizing prize to its volunteers for the low price of a little cooperation, a little affection... he doesn't trust it, not entirely, and he wants to do a little digging to find out what he can about this place, what secrets it might be hiding that the ones in charge don't want coming to light. For right now, there's no obvious lead to follow.

But he knows where to go if he wants to find a start.

Booze always loosens lips, but just picking any bar isn't enough. The nicer ones aren't worth his time - if there's anything going on behind the scenes here it won't be exposed by the higher-ups, the people benefitting from the system. It'll be from the ones who are down on their luck, who have been driven into a dark corner - the kind that find themselves in dive bars, which is why he finds himself stopped at the stand for CriminALES. Yeah, this could do. If nothing else, a night job would give him some income to start saving up so he can start something independently. ]

Place like this looks like it could use some muscle.

[kelvins]

[mick's just finishing up an interview with a lanky young man who looks like a strong breeze will knock him over when bigby stops by. he's currently manning the booth solo because kara (and her little puffball of a dog) are off on their lunch break, so he holds up his index finger in the universal symbol that means wait a damn minute while he files away the last of the paperwork from his last interview. if he takes a little longer than necessary to make bigby wait, well, it's all a part of his process.

eventually, he looks up, takes in the scruffy, scarred face, the put together but still rough around the edges appearance. his mind's mostly made up from that first glance. but a snapshot opinion can definitely be swayed for better or worse once people open their mouths. he presses his palms together, pursing his lips as he tut tuts before responding.]

You're not wrong. I've got one guy already, but that doesn't mean I can't use more. Drunks tend to be rowdy. Why my bar though? It's not the only one in need of help.

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[onstepnine]

[Now that's a nametag Vincent would expect to see someone like Agent Booth wearing, so he has to ask--]

So are you really in law enforcement, or is it a more ironic take on your profession?

[Hello, my name is Vincent Nigel-Murray and I am a font of facts.]

isabelle lightwood | shadowhunters

[distractly]

01 — skills.

( alright, admittedly she'd been a bit hesitant to open up any sort of booth, but she figures while perusing for some sort of good she can contribute to the city, it wouldn't hurt to put her capability out there for any interests it could potentially catch. however, rather than remaining tucked behind the sleek black canopy, laying home only to a padded mat upon the lawn, she's mingling at the snack cart nearby in usual training garb. look, her figure isn't going to be harmed by a churro, she's got plenty of curves to feed.

needless to say, feel free to catch her attention if you're up for a little lesson in self-defense, for a little playful spar, or if you just want an excuse to wrestle her— just don't be bruised when she's gotten you pinned. unless, of course, that's your plan after all. )

02 — tag.

( Hello, my name is Isabelle, and eyes up- they aren't tattoos.

i mean, it isn't far off from comments she's received thus far, though she doesn't necessarily mind the confusion. she can't exactly expect others to be familiar with a world that isn't their own, certainly when the institute is something kept hidden even amongst the streets of brooklyn.

could have been worse, and by the likes of it, definitely is as hues flit toward the tag of another having just approached, rich red of her lips curving to a smirk. )

skills

[dedikated]

( It goes without saying that the chick who's been throwing knives for what seems like hours would be drawn to a booth advertising self-defense skills. Especially when she notes the person manning the stand. Looking like she owns the entire place, some self-confident allure which all but screams out the reminders of Alicia.

She steps close to the booth, feet hitting the edge of the mat. It'd be nice to do something other than keep tossing knives, so- )

Need a partner for demonstrations?

( Why not? It gives her some practice too. )

skills

[killertrack]

[ Baby, for all his own personal skills that he's been developing for over half of his life, is not much of a fighter. He's never needed to - escaping the police only ever required a car, and getting into scraps was just not part of his habits.

But when he sees Isabelle and her booth, well. He can't help but be drawn right forward, looking around at the setup, obviously some kind of hand-to-hand combat. He waits for her to be done eating before smiling when she turns to him, giving her a tiny wave of his fingers. ]

Self-defense, huh?

vasquez | magnificent 7 | ota

[quinientos]

i. skills not found

[What happens when your previous employment happened to be a very long time ago in a place that doesn't even really exist anymore? Vasquez has registered his guns for use, but it's not like anyone is coming up to him to use them and he doesn't foresee people coming to him like Sam did for Rose Creek. Honestly, he's not sure he'd even take those jobs, not after seeing four men die in the face of it.

So that leaves him with three guns, a lasso, a lot of skills, and none of them worth anything. He barely knows how to operate a phone, people are staring at him because his clothes look weird (not that he has any plans to give them up) and that leaves Vasquez aimless, unemployed, and still wandering around trying to find out if there's a price on his head to worry about.

The one thing that he could do is absent, seeing as it doesn't look like anyone is looking for a rancher or a farmhand, not that he thinks he'd be very good at those things anymore. That's a lifetime ago and he hasn't passed many sprawling farms in his short time here. Digging in his pockets to find cigarette and matches, he decides he's going to need to find something, because, after all...]

Cigarettes won't pay for themselves.

ii. tag it, bag it

[Hello, my name is vasquez and on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted, dead or alive.

He's still not entirely feeling safe because he has no idea whether that $500 is still luring people in to trade his life for cash, but if he doesn't start making money soon and doing something, he's going to be in a different kind of trouble. Men like him don't do so well bored, after all. He needs a job, he needs to know what he can even do, and maybe today, this will give him a chance to figure it out.

Slapping the nametag on his vest with displeasure, he stares around and tries to find someone like Sam, who looks like they know what they're doing, because that's usually the smart first step to anything.]

i.

[huffnpuffs]

[ Bigby's still pretty inexperienced on the whole "getting along" thing. There are a few fables back home he coexists with well enough - hell, a few that he even likes - but that took a lot of time and a lot of history. He knew who they were, where they came from, what they'd been through, and what they were capable of.

Here he might have a blank slate to work with, but he also had nothing on any of these people. No idea who to trust, who to question, who to steer clear of, and who he should encourage to steer clear of him. It was a giant game of Russian Roulette.

But he heard someone utter a phrase that, at the very least, he could relate to. Good a place as any to start trying his hand at socializing here.

He finds the source of the voice easily enough - the man had just pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and while he was still hunting for some matches Bigby took a few steps to approach him, pulling his lighter from his pocket to offer its flame to the stranger. ]

You could always find a cheaper vice.

[ Pot, meet kettle. ]

name tags~

[dedikated]

( Some people (read: Kate) couldn't find a pen to scribble anything out, so her name tag still states her full name (Katherine Galloway) and her stupid nickname (Katydid) rather than anything she would have actually put on it.

(If she had her choice, it would have been: My name is Kate, I like free beers.)

Anyway. She's not too concerned about her name tag right now, because she's trying, and failing, to read the guy's name here. )

Your name's what?

( Fine. She gives. )

gaby teller ▸ open

[myownwoman]

▸ 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣

[ even after months in eudio, gaby refuses to let her mod style die, so she strolls through the skills fair with her big ol' hat, her big round sunglasses, and a cute retro dress. she's german so once it hits noon, she has a beer in hand as she inspects the various booths and skills on display, searching for a job. she idly texts natasha as she searches, noticing the ballet school. is this hers? in any case it has a cute name and she makes a note of it. chop shop makes her a little lonely, remembering illya's nickname for her. there has to be a garage here that needs a hand...

she doesn't man her own booth because what skill would she even choose to highlight? but she stops by a number of them, flitting around between classes that don't hold her attention very long. she's easily snaggable, edging around people in the streets as she moves about. ] Pardon me.

[ just passing through, move to the left please so she can dance on past. maybe literally dance on past, maybe join her. ]

▸ 𝕛𝕠𝕓 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣

[ gaby takes her name tag and pins it to her dress without even looking at it and it isn't until the first person asks her to translate that she looks down at it. she answers, but moves away to inspect the tag more closely.

Hello, my name is Gaby. Je suis un espion.

gaby frowns at it. ] I'm not even French.

▸ 𝕒𝕝𝕝'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣

( wild card, y'all do what your heart tells you )

↪ job fair

[advena]

( kara's on her way back from grabbing something to eat, hands full with an overflowing basket of piping hot seasoned fries and a questionably overstuffed gyro in foil, when she quite literally bumps right into someone else. she hadn't even seen the other girl dart around from around someone else — kara had been speedwalking, eyes focused straight ahead, muttering excuse mes and sorrys as she manuevered through the busy crowd, trying to avoid anyone who she might recognize.

but, of course, her all-too-distracted mind had led her right into this most easily avoidable of catastrophes, and now her lunch was all over the pavement. thankfully, the foil wrapper had held up, keeping her sandwich presumably intact and, perhaps more importantly, keeping any tzatziki sauce from spilling out onto the other woman's very cute — and very green — dress. there might be some mess on her own outfit, but... well, better her than someone else, right? )

I am so sorry. ( it's sincere, at least. kara's not much of a person for sarcasm. ) Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?

( bending down, kara starts to sweep the now-dirty fries into their container, looking up and around for a nearby trashcan where she can dispose of the mess. doesn't seem to be one anywhere around. maybe she'll just have to wait til she gets back to the booth to incinerate it in private. )

Matt Murdock | Open to Alll

[fightlikehell]

I. Speed Networking Event

[The magic of digital reading programs and the hope that human beings will be so kind as to talk about themselves will help Matt find opportunities here. Getting out, getting the name out and the reputation.

Except he's not pleased with his nametag.]

Hello, my name is Matthew Murdock. I am a liar a lawyer.

[Dammit. All the same. If it's a conversation piece then so be it. He smooths the adhesive of the tag on his suit above his heart. Here goes nothing.]

II. Job Fair

[There's enough activity to make his way through the booths, collecting fliers and exchanging numbers. It's important, tedious work. And really this much socializing is better with a partner.

With Foggy. Matt has to make his way to the snacks to get some air and water. All of this was easier when it's with Foggy Nelson. That was what made Nelson and Murdock work.]

speed networking

[smoak]

[ Believe it or not, under normal circumstances, Felicity actually likes speed networking events. Right now though, with a name tag that says: ]

Hello, my name is Felicity Smoak. I am so hot I'm a fire hazard, get it???.

[ Yeeaaaah she's not so sure. She even tries to fold her name tag so that you can't see the description, but boy is this paper insanely tough. I mean, who made these anyways? Why is this city spending so much on name tag paper???

But the networking's about to start, and as she picks a seat, any seat, she hopes to god that people will get that it's just a joke. Someone says "Start!" and it's only one or two rotations before she finds herself across the table from ... Matthew Murdock, it seems. ]

Hi Matthew. I'm Felicity.

[ This part at least, she's got down. ]

kara danvers • supergirl

[advena]

↪ skills fair

( kara has no skills. well, more specifically, kara has no skills that are teachable; rather than manning a booth for the day, she opts to wander. she's still not feeling super sociable, so while many of her friends and neighbors are hosting their own booths, teaching their own specialties with a smile (or lack of one, in the case of a verdant archer she knows), kara spends most of her time near the food trucks and snack carts, sampling different things with a reserved, pensive expression.

though kara might be on her own in terms of human company, she's not entirely alone. at the end of a retractable leash, a small golden-haired ball of fluff eagerly trots along beside her, ever-hopeful for a dropped bite or a special treat. (please don't tell oliver, but the dog has definitely gotten its fair share of french fries today.)

she's in the middle of investigating the contents of a particularly delicious-smelling churro when someone interesting passes by; the leash goes taut as atticus sprints forward, cheerfully barking in signal, excitement evident in full-body wriggles and friendly paws lifting up in greeting. if said interesting person happened to bend down? they might just get a lap full of fur — not to mention a face full of puppy kisses. )

Oh, I think he likes you.

↪ job fair

( while kara might not have any skills worth teaching, she does have a job here. as manager of criminales, it's partially her responsibility to see to it that they're able to hire the right staff to help man the bar, one that's particularly urgent considering just how tired kara is of having to do so herself.

she comes on day two dressed in her bartender finest, a stark contrast to the buttoned-up librarian chic kara normally sports out and about. while it's by no means scandalous, the snug fit dark denim and low-cut v-neck is definitely not something anyone would expect her to wear... but she does have to admit that she sells considerably more drinks in it than anything else. not that she'll tell her boss that. she doesn't want to give him the smug satisfaction of being right.

feel free to come apply for a job, or maybe just say hello. do her a favor, though, and try not to let your eyes linger too long on the thin silver arrow that dangles exactly where you'd expect it to.

wear something dangly, danvers, he'd said. well, thanks a lot, mick. )

skills fair

[acuerdo]

[robbie's just finished showing a handful of people how to change a flat tire (a surprisingly important skill that isn't taught to most people as a requisite for obtaining a license) when his stomach grumbles. it's as clear a sign as any that it's lunchtime.

on his way into the fair that morning he'd seen a truck advertising something called monster fries, some concoction with bacon and onions and cheese that sounded like both a heart attack waiting to happen and perhaps the most delicious thing known to man. he hops in line orders his huge portion of fries and is heading toward a table when he passes by a very distracted young woman with a dog.

a dog who is very interested in him if the barks mean what he thinks they do. maybe fluffy just wants a french fry. robbie bends down to say hi and ends up with a face full of fur and he has to hurriedly cover the boat of fries before those meet the same slobber-filled fate that he has.]

I'll say so. Cute dog.

kate galloway. ota.

[dedikated]

skills/ i swing it till i hit the floor

( She ends up with a stand which is surrounded by targets - bullseyes stood at various heights and distances, tins and pieces of fruit scattered about. Unfortunately, drinking isn't a skill they want people to teach, it seems. So Kate goes for the next best thing:

Knife throwing.

With her hair pinned up out of the way, the origami elephant tattoo on the back of her neck standing stark against sunkissed skin, Kate's movements are sharp, quick and accurate. They start off simple enough, just aiming for bullseyes and hitting them in succession, but soon she's busting out a whole host of fancy tricks - spinning, jumping (more than a couple of feet higher than a person should be able to), even flipping back, hitting the smallest of targets around her. She may have forgotten she's supposed to be trying to teach people in favour of putting on a demonstration. Or simply practicing.

Feel free to interrupt her or wait until she's done, or come over from your stand and tell her that your lunch isn't a long-distance target. )

name tags/ stop, they never gon' hurt me

( My name is Katherine Galloway. I am also known as Katydid.

Well. At least it didn't include her middle name. Her attempts to filch a pen and rewrite the thing are about as successful as you can imagine (sorry, they're all out of ink). As soon as she notices anyone taking a glance at her name tag, they get a sharp: )

It's Kate.

( Katherine sounds like you're about to start lecturing her. And Katydid is just-

God, she hates her friends. )

name tags

[onstepnine]

[And here Vincent was amused that finally he'd come across someone with a name almost as long as his. How they managed to fit his name on his nametag is a mystery, but there it is: My name is Vincent Nigel-Murray and I am a font of facts.

It's cute, he likes it. It's also probably better than "I am a recovering alcoholic" or "I am a former Jeopardy winner" or "I am here because I don't want to die and evidently there is a place in the universe where people's prayers can be answered, even if they're atheists like me and by the way according to Encyclopaedia Britannica, 2% of the world's population self-identify as atheist."

Doesn't quite roll off the tongue so well, that last one.

In any case, he's a little taken aback by her immediate response to his presence, so he falls back on his number one habit: spit out a fact immediately.]

Katydids are primarily nocturnal.

[Hi, Kate.]

▸mick rory | dctv

[kelvins]

a. skill check
[ is the art of pouring a proper beer a real skill? or is it just an assumed part of adulthood, like paying bills and taking out the trash or showering? regardless, mick spends day one eating and drinking his way around the fair. if he's not gonna get paid for any of his work that happens in lthe later days, well, the least he can do is mooch of he other schmucks who are offering free swag like pens, multicolored cups, and the like. it's not stealing if they're giving them away for free, but that doesn't mean he's not going to be sneaky about it, plucking the items with nimble fingers and stuffing them into the many pockets sewn into his jacket. feel free to call him out for his shady behavior. he probably deserves it.]

b. job fair
[for those unfortunate enough to visit the booth for criminales when kara isn't there, be forewarned. on day two of this celebration of the wonders of employment, mick is incredibly tired, moderately hungover, and not here for anyone's shit. it must be a day that ends in y. is it really appropriate for the boss to have his feet propped up on the folding table and his chair kicked back? probably not. but if a job at the dive-y-est bar in cadelle is one's most fervent desire (and who wouldn't want to work with this shining mug?), an interview with either mick or kara is a must.

so sit down fill out the forms with one of many stolen pens from around the fair. like any job interview, scoring a job at criminales is all about confidence.]

c. name tags
[cue mick sneering at his name tag. whoever the fuck is responsible for these things deserves to be punched, of that much he is certain. still he dons the shitty piece of paper with pride. he dares someone to comment on it.

hello, my name is mick. i am a barely functional alcoholic who has more feelings than i'll ever let on. ]

d. wildcard
as always, if you'd like a closed starter or wanna shoot the shit or if you want me to tag into your stuff or whatever, i'm available on plurk or discord at heatwave#1853

b fob jair wish i was drunk rn

[underachievement]

[ Jess actually did come in on a day Kara was doing the interviews. Which would be like a thousand watt solar-powered 100% green energy lamp asking a smashed light bulb-cum-crackpipe what it thinks it can contribute to a windowless room. Coming back the next day isn't about giving it another shot, it's about sneaking one, or two or three, as she wanders aimlessly along her next step on the job hunt, which would be most people's first: wonder what the hell marketable skills she even has.

It's unclear that the interviews from the other day are even going on still. It makes for good people watching, seeing someone go up against the owner(?) and bomb, or approach and then lose their nerve before getting a word out. She drinks along with the show until her thermos runs dry. She pats her pockets for cash to pick up a refill on the way home and comes up empty. Aaaah, crap. It's fate. That fucking bitch again. Jess swipes her finger along the rim of her thermos, licks the vodka from her finger and leaves the bar for the seat across from.... Bar guy. Guy who thinks bad puns are good business. Seriously, how are people scared of him? They read the sign above him, right? ]

This seat taken? [ It's not. And now it is, and she's manspreading as she pulls a sheet towards her to skim the questions. ]

leonard snart ▸ ota

[atms]

SKILLS / CORRUPTING TODAY'S YOUTH ONE EVENT AT A TIME

[ when he's not off getting free food and drink, leonard can be found sitting behind a booth. it's incredibly bare, the only thing on it being a very small sign taped to the front that only says party tricks. other than that, it's just len and a deck of cards that he shuffles in his hands when there's no one around.

when there are people, well... there's a couple things he breaks out. the first and most obvious is a game of find the lady. the other is picking pockets. but that's only something that he does when he's got a good audience, and he gives everything back with a crooked smile and a quip. he doesn't do so much teaching as he does entertaining. at least, not unless someone asks or there's a younger crowd around. he absolutely teaches whatever kids and teenagers want to learn how to pick pockets and scam people.

what? just having a booth counts as a good deed. of course he's gonna take advantage of that and do something actually enjoyable in an attempt to get brownie points. ]

JOB FAIR / THE WEIRDEST NAME TAG

[ the day of the job fair, leonard mostly plans on making a nuisance of himself at the criminALES booth. even though he doesn't work there. it's moral support for his partner, alright? and a good excuse for people watching. sure, the name tag is... interesting. and not what he'd expected. like, at all. but he wears it right on his chest and gives anyone who stares at it too long a look.

it reads: hello, my name is leonard. i am the half-black, queer son of a dirty cop and it's a miracle i survived prison. he's found a marker (and by found he means he went and got a marker from somewhere other than the fair) and added a little smiley face to the end of it. ]

WILDCARD

[ feel free to hit me up with whatever. if you want me to write you a closed starter or something, feel free to hit me up on plurk (chanterie) or discord (lyn#3878) ]

skills

[dedikated]

( She's not a card player, really. Her friends talk her into games of poker and blackjack, but mostly Kate prefers playing anything else for their drinking games.

Then again, watching someone shuffle a deck and start with find the lady isn't a card game. It's a different kind of observation, and Kate waits until he finishes with a round to approach the desk, nodding her head at the sign. )

You lookin' to be hired for parties or summat?

( This place wants her to make friends, right? She's... attempting that. )

clark kent | ota

[elscion]

a. job hunt

[Clark Kent had worked a hell of a lot of a lot of jobs over the years having lived the lifestyle of a nomad for the longest time working his way from location to location trying to forge himself a path in life. In terms of skills, he had plenty, but working at the Planet had been the first time he'd felt fulfilled in a way that made him truly enjoy his work. Today though he just walks through the fair, seeing the various jobs that were on other- some of which he'd done, working in bars for example and others he'd never contemplated despite his physique; he couldn't imagine being a personal trainer at the end of the day.

He didn't think of hosting a booth though but he did stop regularly at them and tried to learn about the new skills that were on offer. Some of them though were down right daunting and he was almost shocked by just how much there was that Cadelle had to offer. He already knew that its people came from different walks of life so he supposed that it was almost fitting the skills on offer would be similar.

He stopped at one to pick up a pamphlet on the skill on offer, reading over it before noticing the trainer in question for this specific booth was staring directly at him.] Oh, um... hello. [What the hell was he about to learn.]

b. speed networking

[Clark decided that speed networking was probably one of the best ways for him to make acquaintances here and contacts the likes of which he hadn't quite made yet, so he'd signed up like any smart person would.

Until he got to his name badge that is. Sitting across from you is a man bearing the following tag: Hello, My name is Kal-El Superman Clark Kent... and you should see the skillset I have when the glasses come off. Which left Clark bemused both at the potential connotations of the message. He'd been told recently though that he shouldn't hide from his own identity so instead of obliterating the sign with his heat vision, he left it firmly in place.]

c. wildcard

[Anything else you want with Clark at the job fair? Go wild!]

b

[bikinimail]

[ When Jen sits across from Clark, the first thing she does is check his name tag, and laugh a bit. ]

What skills are those? Myopia and dizziness?

[ Her own name tag reads: Hello, my name is Jen. I am smarter than I look. ]

diana prince | dceu | OTA

[ischyros]

a. skills to pay the bills

( Diana has been in the so-called "real world" long enough to know that she has to work to earn a living and she's developed a particular set of skills over the last hundred years. She can speak around two dozen languages, she is excellent at hand to hand combat and weapons-based combat and she's very, very good at identifying works of Classical Greek art. She doesn't know how these things will serve her here in Cadelle but she offers to teach anyone who shows a spark of interest with a gleam in her eye and a smile on her lips. )

b. workin' 9 to 5

( After milling around the job fair for a little while, Diana manages to find a museum in Cadelle that is in need of docents and the like and considering her own background with the Louvre, she thinks it might be a perfect fit. It isn't as physical as the dance studio, no, but she thinks she'll be happier in the long run surrounded by antiquities and beautiful works of art than she'll be trying to teach people how to dance when the best sort of dancing she does is with a broadsword in her right hand. Having a job means security and, also, being one step closer to having her wish fulfilled so she is satisfied with her choice and feels like she's spent her day well. She just hopes others find the same satisfaction in their work. )

c. wildcard!

( have another idea? hit me! )

sansa stark | game of thrones | ota

[theladyofwinterfell]

a. courtesy can be a skill

( Sansa had been raised to have all the skills a fine lady ought to have. She's a fine singer, she can play both the harp and the high bells, she can be seen and not heard - none of these things are useful in Cadelle. There is an establishment that hires singers but upon hearing what sort of singing they do and comparing it to her own, Sansa decides it's not going to be something she can do. She can sing in a high, clear soprano and she can dance any number of court dances. She can embroider, make dresses and work leather and she hopes that she can parlay at least one of these things into employment. She's never, ever thought about having to employ herself at any task aside from being a lady and running a household but she's a Stark. She will survive it, even if it is somewhat embarrassing. )

b. a woman's work

( Sansa finally ends up settling at the booth for Barred. She doesn't know all the dances but it seems that what she does know will be appreciated regardless and she can learn other sorts of dances and teach them as she gains knowledge. It's something she's always liked, dancing, and there hasn't been much cause for dancing in her life since she'd left Winterfell the first time as a child. She thinks she might like to reclaim it, to love it once again, and Cadelle has given her a chance to do that. She doesn't know how she feels about working for a living (what would her lady mother think about something so pedestrian as that?) but she knows that she has to. The choice, at least, is something she's made on her own and that's more than most choices she's had the past several years. She's happy about it and her face shows it, broad smile and rosy cheeks. )

c. wildcard

( have another idea? hit me! )

b

[bikinimail]

[ Jen, too, is at the booth for Barred, looking at fliers and job applications. She hasn't done actual ballet since she was maybe six or seven, having changed her focus to cheerleading after her dad left. Though that had its own problems that came along with it, it was something that Jen enjoyed. She'd like the opportunity to be more physically active again, in a creative way instead of a "let's fight a war to protect our Queen" way.

She looks over to the other girl in the booth with her. ]

Do you dance?

Jen Andrews | The Once & Future Nerd

[bikinimail]

i. skills

[ Jen has no skills-- or, at least, no marketable skills. So she's here today to learn. She goes from booth to booth, listening to presentations and picking up fliers. She learns how to flip a pancake, and how to pour wine into a glass on the move without spilling. She learns a lot of things that wouldn't have come into play in either Iorden or Lackawanna, things that will help her find a job, supposedly, but just things that are good to know in general.

She may come up to your booth, looking in curiously. ] What are you teaching here?

ii. jobs

[ Jen picks up applications for front desk positions at a few different places. She's never had a job before, but how hard could it be to sit at a desk and greet people when they walk in? She tends towards businesses she's more suited to-- crunches and barred and best friends rescue. She wavers for a while in front of the table for the public library, but ultimately decides to pick up an application from them as well. If your character is offering entry-level work suited to a high schooler who's never had to work a day in her life, Jen is your perfect candidate! ]

iii. networking

[ This is the part of the event that Jen has been most looking forward to. Still being new, she doesn't know anyone, so this would probably be her best chance to remedy that. She picks up her name tag and blushes slightly, walking in and taking her position in line to meet people.

Hello, my name is Jen. I am smarter than I look. ]

iv. wildcard

[ If none of these appeal to you, feel free to make something up, and have your character run into Jen some other way. Hit me up at objectpermanence for more ideas! ]

skills

[ischyros]

( When the girl approaches her at the skills fair, Diana is a little surprised to actually be asked what's on offer. She's been sitting there for a while in hopes there will be someone to teach and this girl seems to be the first to take an interest. )

You have a choice between a half dozen languages and hand to hand combat. I haven't had anyone profess an interest yet but I've been hopeful someone would come along.

barry allen | the flash

[speedforcer]

[he doesn't want to be here. as far as he's concerned, there's no reason for him to be here. he has a job, having claimed the role as a csi within his first week of arriving in the city. spending all that time in eudio working at the gallery and the university had made it a natural next step when he'd arrive in cadelle. doubly so when he'd realized that there actually was a need for a trained csi here.

unfortunately, working for the police also included the caveat of working under one of the few people who could act on his threats and lock him up for a week if he didn't "get his ass over there".

on the first day, his skills involve running an hourly workshop on gel electrophoresis, agar slabs ready and waiting for each person who wants to try their hand at analyzing their own dna. sure, a lot of it would likely go over people heads, especially if they start asking for a better explanation. but make it clear that he's getting a little too deep in to a scientific breakdown and he'll do his best to speak english instead.

the second day has him...stuck in exactly the same place. only this time, he's playing the role of errand boy for the police department's job fair stand. talking to the people looking for a job in law enforcement is left to the beat cops and detectives currently manning the stand. instead, barry is the one making the coffee runs or filing paperwork after each interview. which, granted, means he has a lot of free time. more than enough for him to wander the floor, taking a look round each stall regardless of not needing to find another job. and, for a few familiar faces, there may also be a coffee or two being brought along with him.

then, of course, there's the third day, and the speed networking event. one that left him the recipient of an early morning call from his boss. something along the lines of "don't think you're skipping this" and "wear your damn name badge"--

Hello, my name is Barry, and I am fast in all the ways you don't want.

--so as tired as he may be from speeding around the city all night, barry is still there the next day, the largest possibly mug of coffee he can find in hand, and more than a few empty plates of food. sorry to whoever ends up at the snack bar after him, but he's taking advantage of all that food while he can.]

networking

[dedikated]

... Too easy.

( Yes. Excellent first impression there, Kate. While her own name tag boasts not only her full first name (Katherine) but the dumbass nickname Carl thinks is so funny (Katydid), at least it isn't that easy to make a joke with.

But, more importantly: ) There any coffee left?

( Because she swears- )

will － american idiot － ota

[novacaine]

ＳＫＩＬＬＳ ＦＡＩＲ：ＥＭＯＪＩＳ ＦＯＲ ＤＵＭＭＩＥＳ

( do you come from a medieval-esque kingdom thousands of years behind modern times, or perhaps you're from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away? maybe you're from so far into the future that you find this city's technology absolutely primitive. no matter, dudeskis, will nolastname of jingletown, california, circa 2017 has got your back.

step forth and take in will's glorious table at the skills fair, a piece of printer paper that looks hastily typed up and printed last minute taped to the front that reads:

EMOJIS FOR DUMMIES
(and also other tech stuff if you want i guess)
by will
okay, maybe the table isn't so glorious. it's just the provided, cheap-o wooden table, paper taped to the front, nothing on it — not even a goddamn table cloth, because he's a disaster person and this was kind of a last minute decision and also he has no idea how to look professional and shit — and will, looking way-too-sleepy and guyliner smudged, sits behind it. he's fiddling with his own cuddlephone, the perfect picture of a tech-obsessed Millennial™, probably playing some addicting match game or swiping on okcuddles because — obviously.

come on up, pull up a chair, and get your tech on with this fuckin' guy. you might have to make your presence known — y'know, clear your throat, say hi or something, 'cause he's really fucking close to beating this level, dudes. )

ＳＰＥＥＤ ＮＥＴＷＯＲＫＩＮＧ：ＨＩ， ＭＹ ＮＡＭＥ ＩＳ

( will doesn't know why he showed up to this stupid fucking thing to begin with. one look at his name tag once he locates it and picks it up off of the table and he immediately knows that it's bullshit.

HELLO, MY NAME IS WILL.
I am a stereotypical deadbeat dad.
whoever wrote this bullshit clearly has their own fucked up daddy issues to contend with, they're clearly projecting — and that's not will's goddamn problem. or maybe it is, considering he's taking this all a little too personally, trying to rip it in half all punk rock and shit to absolutely no avail. it's a little crumbled up for his efforts, though, when he drops it back on the table amidst the spread of perfectly placed name tags. ) This is fucking bullshit, ( he grumbles a little too loudly, taking a step backwards away from the table that's a little too angry, a little too offended. fucking spectacular. )

ＷＩＬＤＣＡＲＤ， ＥＴＣ．

( choose your own adventure, write ya own starter, or hit me up at frickin / canary#4628 for your own personalized starter! )

I was gonna make this sad but it just turned ridiculous. /shrugs

[dedikated]

( Kate doesn't manage to find Will until near the end of the event, or just before he leaves - whichever comes first. By now, her own label's started peeling off the fabric of her hoodie (because of course she's wearing a hoodie, she seems all-but glued into them, in a variety of eye-searingly bright colours which mostly clash with her hair; today's choice is a rich orange), but it's still brightly announcing her full first name and the dumbfuck nickname her asshole friends keep using to the room at large. She's been starting just about every conversation with a snippy - "It's Kate." Not Katydid, and definitely not Katherine.

Of course, just about every conversation before this has been with people she's never met before, people who don't look quite as obviously like they've just swallowed a lemon as Will does. Her footsteps are habitually quiet, padding under the din of the room (which, by the way, is way overdoing the AC for Kate's tastes - it's freezing) as she makes her way over.

How to excellently try and help a person:
step 1 - appear out of (seemingly) nowhere.
step 2 - )

The good snacks gone or summat?

( Yep. That's... definitely how you voice your concern about a person. Well done. Honestly, she really needs those asshole friends. They're less likely to open a conversation that way. )

[duelo]

speed networking

Derek has a job — one where he's literally paid to forcibly remove people every now and again, at that — so he really only wanders into the job fair for something to do to pass the time before his shift starts later in the evening. Speed networking isn't something he's ever heard of, but it certainly sounds less intimidating and annoying than speed dating, and Derek hasn't been very good at making friends in a very long time, so he figures it's worth a shot, if nothing else.

The name tag slapped on his chest — Hello, my name is Derek, but you can call me Sourwolf. — is not a great start to the thing, that much is for sure. Though, he's been here long enough to feel a little more comfortable with the idea of being outed for what he is. If he's going to be hunted here of all places, then he's literally safe nowhere and he might as well just give up and let nature take its course, anyway, right?

Still, he figures it's worth a try to meet new people, whether eventually to move onto something more career-friendly than a bouncer at Criminales, or just to try to make friends. The name tag is obnoxious and suspicious, but it could be worse. It could be a lot worse.

wildcard

(( or write your own starter! drop me a line at mistojen / mistojen #8486 or send me a PM on here if you want to plot first! I'm happy to match brackets if you prefer it. ))

[puppypower]

Hello, my name is Scott, and my bite is worse than my bark.

If he's honest, he's not entirely sure why he'd come to the job fair. Despite leaving Beacon Hills behind for the time being, his first thought had been to find somewhere to continue his education. To try and stay on top of things while he's gone. Afterall, before coming here, he'd only been a junior. Had only recently gone back to school for the semester.

It's only after having spent over an hour talking to somebody from the animal shelter that he'd found something else he could be doing too. Moving from a job at the animal clinic to one with the shelter had seemed natural to him. So it's one job assignment later (built in around the classes he's already signed up for) and one refill of juice later, and Scott's finally free again to wander the hall. To people watch in the hopes of finding someone here who seemed approachable. Or even just somebody his age who wouldn't question why his idea of fun doesn't involve alcohol or--

"Derek?!"

Okay. Alright. Don't mind him while he just freaks out a little. That was why the space outside his apartment smells so familiar. Derek Hale is here too.

oliver queen ➹ open

[unrecognizable]

↪ skills fair

( to freely advertise what skills litter his repertoire marks a nearly unfathomable concept; the vast majority of them were always kept hidden away under the blanket of night. vigilante justice didn’t seem necessary in a place such as cadelle. no excuse to let things begin to slip; or ignore a rare;y discussed truth...returning to star city lay on the horizon, irrelevant of how close or far away. the booth mirrors the person running it. painstakingly organized. arrows of different types spread out evenly. thermite, flare, digital recorder, flashbang, even one containing a grappling hook snare cable insert. beyond what any ‘typical’ archer may have at their disposal.

questions will go unanswered in the immediate; the booth’s location serves a distinct purpose, situated abroad the others. he's based nearby; statuesque pose, tension filling the recurve bow in his grasp, causing an arch. what better way to attract attention than demonstration? breath held, release follows immediately, and the bullseye of a set up target opposite him now bears another hit, to go with three more in a tight grouping. this was his element; when a zen like focus washes over, and...the hint of something else. connection. to a different man who once upon a time taught some shipwrecked brat how to survive.

shoulders relaxing, an expression formed in the rigidity of concentration fades, allowing his lips to quirk upwards ) Archery is about control. Restraint. You can’t fire blindly like with a gun. ( side stepping, the bow is held out as if in offer ) Want to try?

↪ job fair

( restlessness growing to the point of becoming unbearable made the prospect of finding a job increasingly appealing. naturally, the reasoning goes deeper than that, mixing with a sense of uselessness that oliver couldn’t shake. ten years of life marked by goals; the latter half a crusade to atone not for his father’s mistakes, but the sins he himself committed. as the green arrow; as the mayor. neither an option now.

decisions; made with an ease that surprises. it made sense; he started out fighting crime, the things that poisoned his city, as an outsider. patrolling the nights in a green hood. then from within; reformations and bringing important issues to legislation. only a single way left. that’s why he’s standing at the police department’s booth; finishing up a conversation with the detective present. he has more than a passing acquaintance with scpd; having spent time in their holding cells, or working in unison to bring down a collective threat...and let’s not forget dating the former captain’s daughter.

feel free to drop by and say hello; or question why oliver queen of all people would be considering joining the force. )

Skills

[faiththatfuelsu]

Don't mind if I do.

[Restraint had never been Faith's strong suit. If one were to write a list of adjectives to describe her, impulsive would be there, top of the list. Stubborn, without a doubt. Hotheaded, more than likely. Never restrained. Still, she'd listened as he spoke as if she was learning for the first time. Her advantage when it came to wooden weapons was well earned, she just wasn't interested in advertising up front. Not when it's more fun to play the role of novice. Especially not when Faith was all about getting her kicks in where she could.

Smiling as sweetly as she knows how to she takes the bow in hand and eyes up the target. Notching the arrow into place, Faith draws it back, lets it fly, and watches with an all too satisfied smirk when it embeds itself next to his last shot.]

Nice equipment.