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[huntersdaughter]

[She writes that down, then opts to dictate a bit more.]

I figured with Max and Sam leaving, and the general lack of staffing I usually have, maybe someone made a resolution to get a job this year. [She still sounds a bit disconnected from it all. The thought that she's been there for three years, that Sam and Max are gone, that Neal has left. Everything doesn't seem quite like the anniversary she thought she'd have.]

The Lux is a wish-free environment as long as there are actual people working there. What the ghosts do or you do when we're technically closed, I can't control, but if you order from one of my employees it's all from local suppliers and farms in town. Most of our alcohol was taken by those looters, but I've been slowly but surely restocking with contacts in the city. It'll probably never be quite what it was when Eliot was running it, but I'm more concerned with not wishing for inventory than anything else.

I offer good pay, plus tips and you can make your own schedule. Same goes for the art gallery - except there are no tips involved there. Also no food or alcohol. Just... art. [a beat] Which residents can provide.

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jo ]

[wolfchild]

[ LET'S DRAG OUR THREAD OVER HERE OK OK

She's not quite sure what to respond when the notice appears in the journal. She reads it—and pounces on it. ]

I can work! I can do it! I used to work for Sam! I was really good! I was always on time and I did everything I had to and I clean really good! I used to serve the knights and the lords during dinner too!

arya ]

[huntersdaughter]

[OKAY!]

That's a lot of enthusiasm for working in a bar, Arya.

jo ]

[wolfchild]

I have to work. I mislike wishing and I need the coin.

arya ]

[huntersdaughter]

[dat face. :| arya, you make it difficult to say no.]

Actually, I could use some help at the gallery.

I know it's not the same, but I have two dogs and I can't stop in the middle of my day to go and let them out. If you wanted to keep an eye on the gallery, I would also pay you to watch my dogs.

It would be very easy money. [Because, seriously, all you do is sit around the gallery and play with her dogs. Plus, Steve cooks sometimes!]

jo ]

[wolfchild]

I'd just…be with the dogs all day?

[ There's a catch, right. Those are vicious mastiffs, aren't they. ]

arya ]

[huntersdaughter]

You'd be at the art gallery. People might come by and drop off new art, you'd have to dust and make sure the floors are clean. Others might come in and want to borrow or purchase the art. So you'd have to handle their money and get their information.

And yes, you'd be with my two dogs all day. Chase [The dog, yes, his name is the same as her boyfriend - what of it.] is a small terrier mix... he's mostly a scruffy looking dog, and then there is Penny and she's a Dalmatian.

jo ]

[wolfchild]

[ ...seriously. Where's the catch. Do not understand. ]

I can do that.

[majestic_leader]

Is, uh, bar-tending experience preferred, or is it possible to learn on the job? I need something to do around here and I have a wicked tolerance. That's got to count for something, right?

[huntersdaughter]

As long as you don't plan on proving that wicked tolerance while on duty... [Side-eying you.]

Experience isn't needed, it's definitely something that can be taught.

[majestic_leader]

[He chuckles warmly.] Nah, nah. Just listing relevant skills, whether or not they'll be needed.

Fantastic. In that case, Spartan Paul DeMarco, at your service.

[huntersdaughter]

Spartan? [She's glancing at the journal.]

From Sparta? [Suddenly imagining a guy in a loincloth carrying a spear coming to work.]

[majestic_leader]

Not quite; we're the future version. Defending humankind against the scum of the universe in 2553 and beyond; the UNSC's newest, best, and brightest!

[not that DeMarco is the epitome of a proper Spartan]

[huntersdaughter]

Huh. That is definitely the future... not sure on the best and brightest. There's always an idiot around.

[Anyway.] If you wanna come down to the Lux and take a look around, I can give you a tour before you fully commit.

[majestic_leader]

Yeah, that'd be Thorne. Idiot runs out to -- you know what, nevermind, that's classified.

Sure thing, be there in ten. [After the early struggle to get out of his armor after the first couple days, he hasn't bothered trying to get it back on, and therefore is at his leisure to show up in castle-wished clothes, pressed slacks and a crisp button-down shirt in understated colors. It's an attempt to not stick out anymore then he does at nearly 7'. He wanders in, hands in his pockets, looking around with a smile.]

[shenunigans]

as an artist i feel like its my god given right to work in the gallery
also to submit my masterpieces

[huntersdaughter]

Hate to break it to you, but God doesn't pick who gets hired - I do.

I'm always looking for art, just so you know that up front.

[She'll ask him, though.] Have you worked in a gallery before?

[shenunigans]

maybe youre the god of the art gallery
im here on my knees praying
sort of
it doesnt bother me either way
i just have too much time on my hands

i havent worked a day in my life

[huntersdaughter]

Have you ever been a paid artist?

[gottaknockhard]

Glad to hear you're not closing.

[Although how she runs anything with hardly any help is a complete mystery to him. How did he get such dedicated friends anyway?]

[huntersdaughter]

I'll be here until it runs me into the ground, probably.

[gottaknockhard]

It's a good thing the castle wouldn't let that happen.

[huntersdaughter]

We'll see.

[gottaknockhard]

It'd probably help to have a few more living people on your side, anyway.

[huntersdaughter]

I'd hope so. I've tried more than a few times to get things staffed properly, but without Max for support -- it's gonna be difficult again. [It always helps when your best friend never sleeps.]

[gottaknockhard]

[When you're left with the guy who does nothing but sleep, it's not a fair trade off. Still, he vaguely remembers offering to help before he didn't... really help at all.]

How many people are you down to?