video; un: max

[ebeje]

Good evening.

[ The feed clicks to life to a modestly dressed (that is, modest in means, not necklines) but well-kept young woman, seated in the likely familiar mid-level chaos of refugee housing. The walls are not well-painted, and the quarters a bit close, but it's what they're all dealing with, or have recently, and Max is no exception. ]

Like the rest of you, I am finding myself starting over in this place — finding work, building a life. Given the nature of our presence here, displaced from our homes and our histories, it seems the only base of support many of us may have is each other.

So I wondered if those of you who have found your feet might share — what work have you found yourselves suited to here? How are you making your way in this world? Or how do you plan to, if those plans have not yet come to fruition?

And how does that compare to your ambitions? Is the position your hold now everything you had hoped for, [ unlikely, her tone suggests, but feel free to surprise her, ] or is there more that you would seek to accomplish? Perhaps there are others here who could lend their aid, or whose ambitions might align with your own.

[ Perhaps Max can help. c: ]


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text | blackwind

[laveers]

I would be surprised if someone holds a position here they are satisfied with.

[ rather not surprised, just sort of wow buddy ]

What were you?

text i guESS

[ebeje]

Perhaps there have been some meteoric ascents I've not been privy to.

I was the proprietress of an inn, among other related business concerns. [ """related business concerns""" ] And yourself?

[laveers]

Or we have yet to see a star rise.

[ Doubtful. ]

I am a sailor. [ Not past tense. A Greyjoy, but her family's name is just one among many here. ] I had my own fleet.

video | un: c.fraser

[nineteenfortyfive]

[The post might have been enough to catch Claire's attention, but the username does it--Max. John had mentioned her, and that he'd passed on her contact information. Always a helper, that one, though Claire's curiosity is definitely stirred.]

I work at the Sanctuary, the clinic in this city. It's about what I thought it would be. [She's pleased, but she's worked in wars and in charity hospitals before. Little surprises her... beyond magic, that is, but even that is something she's growing accustomed to.]

And forgive me for the abrupt change of subject, but I believe you spoke with John Watson before, correct?

[ebeje]

[ Interesting that the Sanctuary seems a subtle divider of opinions, thus far— but that's a subject for another time. ]

I did, yes — Ms. Fraser, I presume? [ Max smiles as she makes the connection, and dips her head in greeting. ] Dr. Watson suggested you as someone who might be familiar with eighteenth century medicine, [ a touch wry: ] Give or take a few hundred years.

[ She'll take what she can get. ]

video | un: null

[cassus]

For a woman who looks like she's never needed to beg for advice...

Or anything else, for that matter. [ Max gets an approving look as Dazai's eyes roam down towards her decolletage. In fact, ever the enthusiast of good fashion, Dazai tries to tilt the screen and 'appreciate' the lovely cut of her bustier and all it contains even more. ]

You certainly are holding your breath for a slew of it.

[ Max doesn't strike him as some doe-eyed waif that needs the biased opinions of others to guide her way. If anything, she exudes the aura of someone forged into stronger stuff by surviving without them. ]

Are you really that hard up for guidance from complete strangers?
Or is this just boredom at work?

[ebeje]

[ Or anything else earns the slightest tightening of her smile, uncertain whether to be pleased with the illusion she's led a comfortable life or, you know.

Anyway. His obvious appraisal lifts her brow a few ticks, though she makes no move to obstruct his view. Finished yet? ]

Do not mistake me, sir. I have no need for your guidance. [ His, specifically. .. :) ] Only, I believe that we have found ourselves in this situation together, and if we are to succeed in this world, it may be easier in concert than alone. To know where each of us stand, and where we would hope to go, seems the first step in providing such assistance.

video | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

[The responding feed is from a device propped up by something, as the setting behind Dorian is that of a laboratory. Shelves lined with vials and various other containers lie behind him, and as things become more in focus, it becomes clear this is a workplace of a man that isn't entirely at work. He has his hands off the phone, but it's only to twiddle a pencil between his fingers. He sighs.]

I wouldn't say we're making headway in this world so much as catching up with its natives. Taking up what we can, because what we so desperately want is to be back in the comfort of our own lives. Or rather-- That's how I'm fairing. People very well may not have been so unlucky that this is a blessing, but I can't say I see the appeal.

[ebeje]

Nor I, [ she admits, a hint rueful. ] It seems there is no going back, however.

[ A fact Max is not unaffected by, even in front of a stranger, but not willing to dwell on either, steeling herself up instead. ]

What is it you are catching up on? [ She peers at the feed as if to get a better angle, unused to how the flatness of the device makes that rather fruitless. ]

un: stardust

[insurgent]

i've no complaints
but i wasn't particularly ambitious before coming here
and i'm accustomed to odd jobs

[ so she's always down for side gigs. ]

[ebeje]

[ how convenient. ]

There is something to be said for a diverse skill set. Have you worked for anyone interesting so far?

action!

[vorrutyer]

[ Byerly, who's in the room as she's making her post - preparing himself a cup of tea - comments, mildly: ]

Ooh, listen to you. You'll be running an employment agency in no time.

surprise - shows up late without starbucks.

[priorly]

[Bleary of eye and mussed of hair (really, he has so much hair and every strand of it seems to have found an angle all it's own) Prior pushes the kitchen door open a moment later. In a borrowed shirt and with pillow creases at his jaw, he certainly seems to have slept here.

A beat, as he takes in the table, and the network device set up to record, and who is sitting in front of it. Everything but Byerly on the other side of the room. Shit. Shit.

Exaggeratedly mouthing sorry, he backs out of the room with a finger to his lips, as dramatically unobtrusive as possible.

...And then puts his head back round the door a moment later for a second look. Look, he just wants to figure out if this is the regal housemate or the one with fantastic tits before he has to introduce himself.

Tits. Okay, he can work with that.]

text! id: romanée-conti

[vacuum]

I had a good position back then. Money, status, and the means to buy whatever I want.

Been a long time since I've had to scrape for pennies the way I'm doing now, so yeah. Things could be better.

text | un: null [ Not here if annoying. ]

[cassus]

And yet no amount of money could buy you extra inches.

[ Chuuya has tiny hands. Pass it on. ]

[ebeje]

I can understand the feeling.

[ She's not sure she likes that she can say that, that she has become the sort of person to whom a loss of status is a loss worth feeling at all, compared to the wide variety of other, crueler things the world has to offer, but she does not need to feel it deeply, and she does not need to share the precise depth of her empathy with this person. ]

Do you imagine you could have that sort of life again here? Is there a path you can see back to it, or must you seek something altogether different?

video; username: Crusader08

[panzersoldat]

[ His feed opens up to a very very large older man. He's definitely seen many battles, judging by the scars visible (kind of hard to miss a missing eye). But for as hard as he looks, his smile is warm and generally very honest. ]

I have been looking into either the guard or mercenary work, to be honest. But my plan is to do as I did back in my world. I made a vow. I swore to carry on the ideals of my fallen comrades. I promised to restore hope to my troubled world. I will seek out tyranny and evil where ever it might take root and I will bring the hammer of justice down upon the wicked.

I traveled to where there are those who needed my help, who needed a knight to protect them, and I did so with every ounce of my being. That was my goal there. I was a Free Knight, helping all in my path. I was this and still am this. My quest does not change, no matter where I am.

black sails spoilers in narrative

[ebeje]

[ Bringing the hammer of justice down upon the wicked sounds a little too much like fucking Spain and its fucking warships burning down her fucking island, so it's safe to say Max's smile gets a little less genuine, just there. It's fine. His arms look useful, at any rate, as long as he isn't pointing his moral compass at her. ]

It seems to me that mercenary work may allow you to maintain more control over who you lend your aid to. But then, I supposed that depends how often you imagine the people who need your help will also be in a position to pay you — or how comfortable you are taking work that is somewhat less righteous.

[ Even knights need to eat, surely. ]

Do you work alone, or is your intent to join a crew of some kind either way?

video, un: Yousoro★

[ayes]

Well, back home what I really wanted was to be a ship captain like my dad. And I guess I could still do that here?

I've been working at the tailor's though, and I've always loved making cute outfits, so it works for me for the moment!

[ebeje]

A sailor's life can be a harsh one, I am told, [ for a woman most of all, which concerns her a little, but then, it is difficult to say yet how that would play out here. ] As I understand it you would need to get your start in the next few years if you intend to be captain someday.

What navy did your father sail in?

[ don't mind her checking all the sailors for England germs ]

voice | un: catalyst

[badgerlock]

It would be nice if I could go and live in the woods.

[Like a hobo.]

[ebeje]

Would it? [ Nice is not the word she would use, but alright. ] Cheaper as well, I imagine. Why the woods?

voice | un: colt.saa

[shashka]

I guess I can't complain too much for the time being. Back home, I was an officer. Here, I work for the guard.

[ that wasn't the whole truth but... ]

I like to think of it as a challenge.

video; un: capn.sparrow

[drinkupmehearties]

I intend to regain my ship, when possible.

[ The Orbiters had implied that it could be done, right before Jack had awoken on the Station. He planned to hold them to it. ]

I've been doin' odd jobs, here and there, in the meantime. Certainly not everything I'd hoped for, 'course. But I've been many ways worse off than this in the past.

video; un: ROCKET

[beatupgrass]

[heeeey it's the lady from the simulation.]

I'm not gonna be satisfied until I can leave this planet and travel a little bit. This single-planet existence is not my style. You can only do so much work just for the money in one place before it starts bitin' you in the ass.

[and then literally a week later that's EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENS.]