Come on, love me for the money

[aggressiveapathy]

WHO: The Job Fair and You!
WHERE: A small park near City Hall
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS: Capitalism?
SUMMARY: It's the job fair. Come one, come all.
FORMAT: Para to start then whatever

It's the most wonderful time of the year. The sun is shining, the mosquitoes are biting, and it's time to think about what the hell you're doing to do with your life now that the summer is winding down. Which is probably why you've ended up at the City Hall sponsored First Semi-Annual Job Fair Spectacular.

The small park has been pretty much taken over by this event. Tables for each company/group that signed up are in rows with either a representative to speak with or a held down stack of promotional materials for any interested parties to pick up. Good luck, job hunters.

[[ooc: Each group that signed up in the OOC post will get a thread below. Even if there are only fliers there, feel free to leave a comment to let the player who runs the company know yours is interested. People manning booth, just start a thread under your group's heading with a description of what's up. Feel free to bump into people and just generally interact as well. If you have a group you'd like to add that you didn't sign up on the ooc post, feel free to add them! April did literally no vetting. Everyone is welcome.]]

Comments

open; briefly, around noonish

[osreborn]

[ Officially, Norman isn't there. He definitely isn't there to man the booth, but around noon he does swing by just to see how things are going. He's mostly checking to see where interest stands, how many people have applied or inquired or might have questions.

He won't be there long, though, so if anyone wants to talk to him specifically they'd better make haste. ]

open; a few hours midday

[retropolis]

[ Nelson's generally a very enthusiastic and helpful booth-tender, undeterred by his broken nose or by spending his weekend working; he stands in front of it as opposed to sitting, smiling, waving, and passing out brochures to whomever heads in his direction. Information is laid out over the table in an organized little arc for easy visibility, and he's added an exclamation mark to the sign. ]

[namekian]

[Piccolo had been looking for a new job since things became morally questionable at Xanatos.... Not that construction work did anything for him. He needed a better job that suited him... especially if he was planning on disappearing for a while in the wilderness of this world, he didn't want to leave Kenzi high and dry. He approached the man at the booth. Before he could start examining the brochures, Piccolo blinked at the man's broken nose]

That... looks like it hurt.

[retropolis]

[ Nelson already had a brochure in hand, ready to pass over before the man spoke -- it's not even the words that registered at first and made Nelson's eyebrows raise and his eyes widen slightly, but rather the man's appearance. He cleared his throat and glanced down for a moment, trying not to visibly show his surprise (and mild discomfort, as things that were different tended to cause him). ]

Only at first. It's healing just fine, don't you worry. [ He shifted his gaze back up, managing a smile. ] Er-- can I answer any questions for you?

[namekian]

[Piccolo wasn't off-put by his reaction. Truth was, he was used to it. He grabbed a brochure and looked up at him]

My strengths are both muscle and logistic. If I apply... is there a stronger need for one or the other?

[viced]

Because. You know that then you wouldn't have a job. We can let slide a lot of things, but not fires.

[ He hardens it up, since apparently positive reinforcement is not a thing with her. Go figure. He just rolls his eyes, anyway, like it would be obvious to even the most unmotivated of government employees.

Loss of paycheck. ]

[liverletdie]

Go figure. I didn't think I'd seen your face around the network, before.

[ He held out a hand, extending it to shake, a still friendly, although half-flirty smile never left his lips. Unfortunately, when it came to Tony Stark, flirting was just a part of what came attached. ]

Well let me welcome you to the City, and this world. Tony Stark, CEO of this company right here. [ He paused, before continuing. ] There's only a certain type of person that invests in jobs in my sort of field.

You in the business back home?

[retropolis]

[ Nelson's smile grew slightly, a touch more sincere. He shook his head. ]

No, either way there'll be plenty of opportunity to apply your skills. The job can get a little dull, of course, but there's work under Mr. Bradbury in the physical department, or under me in the technical department. Paperwork, management, that sort of thing. What matters most is what you'd want to spend your time doing.

[namekian]

[He thought about it for a moment and gave a nod]

Then I suppose I'd want to work for Bradbury.

[He needed more of an outlet to be physical. There was only so much training accomplished.]

...Is there a test? An application?

[onmyneck]

[Daria just blankly stares at the sign for a few seconds. It's direct, at least.]

I thought this was a job fair.

[onmyneck]

[Daria sidles up to the booth, quiet as ever, clutching the strap of her backpack that she's thrown over one shoulder.]

Maybe you should be giving away free hats.

[retropolis]

If you have a resume you can leave it with me and we can look it over, but usually we rely on an interview process. [ Since most imPorts don't have much use for resumes... ] Nothing too strenuous -- just so we can get a feel for who you are and what you can do.

[ He extends his hand. ]

Nelson Gardner, by the way.

[namekian]

[ Well, a resume was out of the question. Piccolo's eyebrow perked up before he spoke up.]

That's a relief.

[ He gave him a nod.]

Piccolo.

[enigmaestro]

How could you? This -- [Cue his wild hand movements, floating around his slim torso.] -- Is hardly a service to the community!

[Still irate by the idea of being intentionally cut out? You know he is.]

[glowsferatu]

Yeah, I heard about that. [ noticing the name on the banner, she couldn't help thinking that her own dealings with the man hadn't left her particularly surprised. working for him didn't strike as a very good idea, either, but this is absolutely not the time to find new things to criticize. they have enough between them already to deal with.

despite having the better part of a foot on the other girl, something about this conversation already has her feeling very small. she ducks her head before continuing. ]

So... [ how many times is she going to keep saying that? ] How have you been?

[glowsferatu]

[ kanaya gives a small wave when she sees her, but ultimately just shakes her head. ]

Baseball caps are an anathema. No fashion magazine of any repute would be caught undead handing them out.

[shipper]

Purrfectly fine, thanks.

[her chest puffs up a little at the acknowledgement of incarceration, an unconscious act meant to steer away any implications of her boss' guilt. Nepeta knows that he's a great guy and nothing to do with that debacle is going to convince her otherwise.

...she should probably ask a question too, though. maybe it'll keep this talk from descending into an unbearable level of discomfort.]

How's efuryone in the old hive?

[glowsferatu]

They've been...well enough, I suppose.

[ a bit of an awkward topic to turn to, all things considered. she's not going to even touch the money issue now that it's settled. can't put nepeta on the defensive right out the gate. ]

It's just Sollux and I now that Feferi's gone home. I've been asking a few others if they might want to join us there, actually. Try to fill some of the unused space.

[boobwindow]

[ She accepts his hand and shakes. At least he's been polite so far. He looks like a player, but maybe he can put business ahead of playtime first. ]

Got it in one. Karen Starr, CEO of Starrware Industries. We're a progressive tech company that looks into tackling the earth's growing ecological and environmental problems.

Or did. I'm not too clear on how time is working between here and there. [ And they were going public just before she found herself stuck in this world. ]

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stark. I didn't expect the company CEO to show his face around here.

[liverletdie]

Well, I try to make an appearance when I can. Thankfully, as CEO, I have the freedom to take a break every now and then to come and show up at functions like this.

[ He releases her hand, and slips the sunglasses up off his face, to rest against his head. He was a player, indeed, but some men just had that way about them. He gestured at the pamphlets. ]

These give a good idea of what we do, but I like to field questions from anyone who's interested in Starktech. What sort of progressive tech were you working on specifically? Power, I would assume, would be one of the biggest solutions to those kinds of problems.

At least in my experience.

[boobwindow]

[ She glimpses once more at the pamphlet before focusing on Tony again. ]

Understandable. [ And then comes the sheepish look because seriously, half the time she spends work hours fighting crime and saving the day, so she doesn't actually oversee all the projects her team works on.

Seriously. ]

We work with nano-tech, semi-organics, and artificial intelligence. We've dipped our fingers into plenty of things along the way.

My team's successfully built a Drexler Chamber. Drexler's grey goo theory?

[boobwindow]

[ She would have never guessed this was an actual table for an actual company in the first place. Nepeta's gesture catches Karen's attention as she strolls on by, taking a moment to pause and give this adorable (alien?) kid the time of the day. ]

You've got my attention, kiddo.

woopwoop

[coolcubed]

[ When one interdimensional door closes, the next best thing is to look into a few windows. There's appeal in the standard hero's double life. And in money in general, he guesses.

But Abed's not going to let himself settle in this endeavor. He needs a place with the right potential. ]

Is your workplace drama more self-contained or does it have a lot to do with outside influences? There's a lot of variation between Duck Soup and The West Wing and I think it's pretty important to have that pinned down.

[retropolis]

Nice meeting you.

[ Nelson's smile tightened a little uncertainty as he withdrew his hand, passing Piccolo a business-card instead. ]

Anyway, if you come by City Hall I can set up an interview for you. If you have any experience it ought to be pretty straightforward, we want to make sure everyone has what it takes. So to speak.

[retropolis]

Um -- yes, something like that.

[ He smiles nervously at her, tensing and raising a wary eyebrow. ]

Can't be too careful some days. It's quite all right, though, I barely even feel it anymore.