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! |
kara danvers • supergirl
skills fair
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.
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with a bit of a sheepish smile, kara drops down to her knees, pulling a wriggling, barking atticus into her arms; a moment or two of soft chiding and slow strokes of her palm against his back, and the dog is quiet, a pile of golden fur happily burrowing into the crook of her arm. ) Sorry, ( she murmurs, straightening up again and gesturing with her somewhat free hand for him to follow her over towards an out-of-the-way table. there's some shade there, too, a nice reprieve from the afternoon's heat. )
Your fries are okay, right? I can buy you more, if he got into them too much.
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The fries are fine. You don't need to buy me new ones. Honestly, there's so much here that I could probably have split them with someone else. Would you... like a few?
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( because that's the polite thing to do, right, when someone offers you something mostly out of obligation? to politely decline, more than once if necessary, so as not to seem greedy?
but kara is hungry. she's almost always hungry, if not starving then at least a little peckish, and the fries do smell so good. she was right, too; it's definitely cheese, and she's always been a bit of a pushover when it comes to terrible fair food, much to her sister's consternation.
i hope you get fat.
not gonna happen!
boy, does kara miss her sister.
and, while she's lost in thought, it seems he's seen through her poorly veiled attempts at politeness, since he's pushing the boat towards her with a slight smile. you sure you don't want one, his expression seems to say, and with a soft sigh of surrender, kara reaches out to pull a fry from the collection. )
Maybe just one. But no more. I really will eat them all if you let me, and you paid for them.
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of course, that's a homecooked meal. fried potatoes from a commercial deep fryer hardly hold a candle to that, but the sentiment still rings true for him. he hopes she'll change her mind, she certainly seems like she wants at least one at any rate.
the smile that goes right up to his eyes is his victory dance as she finally admits that she'll go ahead and have one. sure thing. fries are like lays potato chips. bet you can't have just one he thinks but doesn't say, instead he laughs and grabs a fry of this own.
somewhere on kara's end of the table, atticus whimpers for attention. ]
You can have as many as you like. Kind of sounds like he wants some too.
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the sensation of fur and pawpads wriggling against her arm distracts her for a moment, gaze swinging down to watch as atticus attempts to squirm away and climb onto the table. a huff under her breath leads into gentle chastising, ) Atticus, no, ( and a small frown and apology. )
He's had plenty — yeah, you heard me, you've had enough. Oliver's gonna be so mad at me if he finds out I gave you french fries today.
( didn't stop her, though, did it? and even though kara's determined to be firm with her no, the pathetic whimpers that come out of the tiniest dog on the block really do a number at undoing her resolve. )
Oh, fine. One fry.
( like human mom, like dog son. )
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she says no but the look in her eyes seems sympathetic to the dog's plight. robbie laughs as her resolve crumbles at the pathetic cries of her dog. to take some of the heat off kara's inability to say no, he leans in, grabs a fry (before they're all gone) and asks.]
Did you bring him from home? I didn't think you could.
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to her credit, though, she does her best to keep him limited to just that one fry, breaking it into small pieces to extend the treat just a little longer, and then tugging him back into her lap where she can occupy her own hands with carefully stroking his back and sides. the fries might last a little longer if she isn't trying to inhale them, after all. )
Oh, no. I don't... I don't have any pets at home. ( her smile falters a bit; she'd wanted a pet, but it had never been a good time. it wasn't fair to a dog to leave it alone all day, and she never quite knew how often she'd be home to care for it in between supergirl duties and everything else going on. but here, at least... ) Oliver — my boyfriend, he got Atticus for me. A housewarming present.
( it's probably weird to buy your girlfriend a dog as a "hey, we're moving in together (again)" present, but that was oliver queen for you. kara wasn't complaining. )
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job fair
Faraday spots her after a beat and that's something he can't resist. He (sans hat) slides on up to her with a smile and the same misplaced swagger that appears in his day to day existence. He could insist on going back to redo how they met, but that wouldn't be very fair. Sometimes friends don't always have the best beginnings, but that's alright isn't it? ]
Now, marker girl, I'm pretty sure this is just stalking.
[ He lifts a hand to rub at his beard and smiles. This isn't stalking, Faraday. Just because you're both in the same place. She probably has a more legit reason for being here. ]
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I'm beginning to think you're stalking me.
( her notebook, filled with the elegant loops of her handwriting from previous interviews, gets settled on the tabletop, and kara gestures to the neat block lettering of their sign above her head. criminALES, it reads, now hiring. )
Are you here for a job or to make fun of my marker preferences some more?
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[ He just smiles. Smug and overly pleased. But he likes her. She doesn't take ninety percent of what Faraday says seriously. Which is nice. Most of the time he just says dumb shit to say dumb shit. But sometimes he's just messing around. But his eyes go up to the sign above her. He doesn't recognize the name. He's not exactly the kinda hard worker they're probably looking for. As a functioning alcoholic he might not exactly work out like they'd hope.
But Faraday smiles and he decides that maybe this could work. He does know this. Bars. Drinking. He knows that. Maybe brothels too, but they don't really have those here. Least not that he's discovered. He'll have to be a little more thorough in his hunting next time. ]
I ain't making fun of your marker preferences. I can't make fun of something I don't really know the first thing about. Hell, I think it's cute.
[ He's not being a dick. For once. ]
What is this place?
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Wellllll, ( the sound dragged out, tongue clicking against her teeth as she does her best to resist a full-blown grin, ) this is a booth, obviously. You know, job fair, interviews, that sort of thing?
( she knows he knows. she's being pert, a little cheeky even, with her rhetorical questions. )
CriminALES, though? It's a bar, and we could probably stand to hire a few more bartenders. You wouldn't happen to know anybody capable of pouring a good beer or two, would you, Joshua?
( she'll literally never call him faraday, sorry. )
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I gathered that.
[ He does smile though. Because she's got all kinds of balls giving him shit like that. Not that he's a scary fella or anything nefarious, but she sure has come a ways from a lady taking offense about her markers. It's nice. ]
I know how to pour drinks. Usually into my mouth. But I suppose I could try and aim for customers cups.
[ It's fine. A lot of people tend to default to Joshua. He's gotten used to it honestly. ]
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You did ask. I couldn't be sure.
( there's a cooler hidden under the tabletop, filled up with ice and beer and chilled glasses. while she's found its contents steadily decreasing over the day — three guesses as to the culprit — there's still enough for a demonstration or two. kara fishes out a beer and a glass, and pulls a bright pink metal stick from her back pocket; all three are laid out on the countertop with a soft thump. )
Okay, then. Show me what you've got.
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Faraday watches her reach under the table and come up with a glass and a beer. He's not sure what the hell that bright pink thing is. What the hell good does that do? He takes the beer up and tilts his head. He presses the edge of the beer cap into the edge of the table. He gives it a sharp hit and it comes off. He lifts the foaming beer and tips it to pour into the glass she left out.
It's not that he's afraid of using the bright pink thing, but he's just not sure what it does. He opens his beers the old fashion way. ]
Abracadabra I poured a beer.
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( another beer fished out from the cooler, and kara demonstrates with her opener, palm flat against the base as she quickly flips the top off with a well-applied push. it's cleaner, for one thing, and the cap drops neatly beside her, which makes it easier to pick up too. no tripping hazards behind the bar. )
See how easy that is?
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job fair
he stops at the booth for criminales. he hasn't been there yet, but if all the staff is as attractive as the woman who is currently taking care of the booth, well, perhaps he should reevaluate his choice in drinking spots.
she's turned away, but the low-cut shirt and tight pants definitely deserve a second (and possibly third) glance.
and before he's accused of being a creep, maybe he should say hello.]
Is everyone that works there as attractive as you? Because if so, I might have picked the wrong job.
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she's gotten better at that part, too. battling the urge to blush whenever people volley compliments in her direction. not great, but she's getting there.
here, at least, kara has the benefit of a job to do for distraction; her attentions to her clipboard keep her gaze down as she turns back towards the source of the voice, her free hand busy scrawling notes on the last application received. )
We're hiring bartenders, if you'd like a job.
( play it cool, danvers. act like they asked about the weather, and it'll blow over. that's her hope, anyway. )
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he knows that voice. it belongs to the person who'd been kind enough to help him pick out his dog from the shelter, who'd been quite the sparring partner that one time at sucker punch. robbie feels incredibly dumb for having hit on her, and looks down at his shoes for a good minute, saying nothing at all in response to her comment about criminales' employment opportunities.
he can't. it's a full minute later before he coughs, clearing his throat uncomfortably. how exactly does one retract his previous statement? who the hell knows?]
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Sorry about that, I was just finishing u— oh! ( well, that's a welcome surprise. recognition earns a warm smile, a tuck of her hair behind her ear, and a rest of one hand against her hip as she surveys his mechanic-casual getup. ) Hey, Robbie. I didn't expect to see you.
( she was pretty sure he'd mentioned a job of some kind the day before, in all that small talk. judging by the logo on his shirt, she's almost positive she remembers correctly. )
It's kind of nice to see somebody familiar. I just had this guy come by... ( and then, almost suddenly, it clicks for her. the voice had been familiar. a little more rough around the edges than she remembers his being, but... ) Wait. Was that you?
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people make mistakes like this all the time.
he really ought say something because the longer he refrains, the worst his ears redden. in the meantime, kara's just going on and on about how she was just finishing up with someone else and how nice it is to see him when her face shifts from warm and welcoming to recognition before his eyes.
shit.]
Uh. I swear I didn't know it was you. I know you've got a boyfriend. We talked about him. I wouldn't have... [wouldn't have what? hit on her? he asks himself. someone please take pity on this poor man and just put him out of his misery already.]
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Well, ( the hint of a smile barely repressed as she shifts, crossing her arms over her chest. ) You didn't say anything too vulgar, so...
I guess I can forgive you this time.
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robbie is only human. it's not all that surprising that he'd look. of course, as if kara recognizes that the display is rather tempting, she crosses her arms and without the exposed skin to stare at, he finally brings guilty looking eyes back up to look at her.]
I'm really glad that you're letting this slide. I don't think I need either an angry you or an angry boyfriend coming for me.
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after all, in kara's experience, unwanted advances were usually only made on accident — whether by people who didn't know any better or (in robbie's case) by people not knowing who they're directing their comments to. she can't exactly be mad about an accidental compliment, even if it was a little forward. and, to his credit, at least he'd apologized. )
It's okay. ( a slight shrug, and kara lets her arms drop, a hand coming up to allow fingertips to toy with the pendant hanging from her neck. ) I — well, I've gotten worse, I guess, and it's not like you were intentionally trying to...
( to what? there's no good way to describe it. homewreck? )
It's okay, really. I'm not mad that you liked my outfit. ( a beat, and then: ) Do I really look that different?
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