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[burglarize]

[ After the murmurs of job opportunities began to mix through the idle chit chat of the refugees, Ann wanted to get a few questions out to the people who may or may not have already started work. ]

Soooo... this whole jobs thing...
It's not as easy as it seems, right? I know we're suppose to work our asses off to make sure they keep the people in Thesa safe, but — has anyone had experience working with something like... that? Guards, scholars, and uh... adult workers.... It all sounds like some weird characters from a fantasy novel or something. Cliche, but given the past few weeks? Totally legit.

I guess I'm wanting to ask: how are you knowing you're a good "fit" for one of these jobs? Back home, I was...

[ She wants to say model, but she doesn't really give the deets too much. ]

Let's just say the closest I got to any of these kind of jobs were reading Shakespeare in school.

If you know of any normal jobs or have any pointers on talking with the recruiters, let me know!!! My skills include fashion, picking good places to eat, and persevering through unlikely circumstances! o(^▽^)o

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[burglarize]

[ You'll never be America's Next Top Servant at this rate. ]

I guess. It all depends on if I can find the right people and if I can get in their good graces... [ She hums, thoughtfully so. ] And if they're wealthy, they'd more likely have some kind of intel that may prove beneficial...

[ BUT, SECURITY. ]

Oh? Guess that makes a nice cash out.

[fakers]

[ he's got talent. ]

Like you, I'm more concerned with the information it'll provide me. Though, I can't exactly complain about the money either. Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.

[ and yet he still sounds oddly exasperated by it all. ]

So far, the brothel has been a decent source of intel, at least. [ oversharing, archer. oversharing. ]

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...It also has a lot of skin showing. That doesn't — [ She stammers a bit, trying not to show too much fluster in her voice. ] — like, bother you?

[fakers]

Bother me? Hm... [ yeah, sort of it. but he doesn't want to admit that. ] Perhaps a bit, but the culture is rather strange to begin with.

Trying to avoid that kind of thing won't get you very far.

[burglarize]

Right?! It really is! [ At least he kind of agrees on it. ] It's just kinda like bam in your face. There was a district back home that was pretty hush hush. You totally didn't go on the train to it unless you were like... 21 or something.

[ BET IT DIDN'T STOP AKIRA. :/ ]

Adult stuff for raunchy adults, you know?

[fakers]

Even in an entirely different world, people and their... needs don't change. Some things are universal, quite literally.

[ he was just going there for fortune telling and plant nutrients... probably. ]

...perhaps it's best you don't rely on the adults here after all.

[burglarize]

Trust me, I'm not too keen on being bossed around as is. If I can avoid it, I will. [ I mean? She still needs to eat, though. ] But — uh, yeah. You can have fun over there, I guess.

[ ALL YOU, BRO. ]

[fakers]

For better or worse, having a job means being bossed around. That's unavoidable. [ insert zoolander modeling montage here. ]

Hm? Oh, I will. [ wink...... except he's on voice, so he can't actually wink right now. ] If this job has any perks, it's that the madam isn't too hands on. [ whatever that means ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[burglarize]

[ Yikes, she scrunches her nose up a bit at "I will". ]

That's... good... I guess? If it gets weird and too much, you can always just find a different job. Don't let anyone push your boundaries.

[ wtf, ann you're the teen stop babying? ]

[fakers]

I'll return those words right back to you.

[ though... really, as long as she doesn't suddenly throw all caution out the window during her job search, she should be fine. ]

It sounds like you'll end up alright regardless.

[burglarize]

Don't put that much faith in me?!

[ Especially when she was having a panic attack over fake jobs. ]

I'll try, though. All we can do.