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Come on, love me for the money

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.]]

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[ He looks a little surprised. ]

Really? That's-- [ Unexpected, somehow. ] Very impressive. You're new, aren't you?

Hm?

[ Nelson looks over, eyebrow raised, though it isn't a teenager he's expecting to see standing there. However momentarily the surprise crosses over his face, it's gone after another moment. ]

Oh, I don't think so. A little enthusiasm never hurts, I think that work can get dull otherwise. You know, it's good to enjoy what you're doing.

I hope so. That is to say, I'm sure we will. But we have to interview everybody.

[ He was still smiling as he raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms as he thought back for a moment. ]

Nearly since I've been here. Over six months, by now. [ His smile tightened a bit in a mild grimace. ] You don't always notice it, but the time really flies.

Sure thing. [ She's got a very tiny purse on her, but it's got a little notebook and she offers a pen over to Nepeta. ]

[ She catches it. It might have been there for a second, but superhuman reflexes help with noticing even the tiniest details. ]

Seriously? [ She sounds skeptical; now who's judging a book by its cover? ] That doesn't get in the way of the job? [ God, she feels so sorry for him because it really does. ]

I'm browsing right now, trying to see what imPort businesses are around, but Starktech looks it's long settled its roots in. Always a good sign.

I have the advantage of being here for four years. It's been long enough to settle in and make sure we have a heck of a business going. It helps that we've been working to integrate both native and import minds to come up with work that's going to benefit this place as a whole.

[ He gestured, something meant to be flippant. ]

And no, superheroics doesn't really get in the way. After all, it'd be rather hypocritical of me to keep people from doing what they do when I spend my off-hours in a suit of armor, don't you think?

Four years is a long... long time to be away from home. [ She says, a little more solemnly now. It's a depressing thought she can't seem to shake away just yet. ] Is that so? I've heard the natives haven't taken to us foreigners completely.

Haha, I guess so.

[ So his identity is public, too. She'll be reading up on him ASAP. How does he manage it, though? That's something she's curious about. ]

Believe me, I know it. [ There's a slight tone in his voice, the sound that he knows how long it's been. He can feel it, the moment when this place feels just as home as the place he came from. He smiles through it, but it's obviously insincere. Who could be happy to be here, after all. ]

But really, some natives want to work with us, some don't. Honestly, you invest enough, and you put in enough money, and they're willing to work with us. I've had plenty who were more than happy to take the job, even if they don't like imports anyway.

I think the best way to bring people around is to do everything we can to show them what we can bring to the table. Having a company that has some of the best and the brightest helps.

[ He rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. ]

Not really, but I didn't recognize you. I don't know everyone, though, so-- always, er, nice to get to know the local law enforcement.

Money's a powerful motivator. [ She nods, putting on a smile once more. ] I like the way you think. At Starrware we strove for that attitude among our company and the people around us.

[ She's optimistic she'll find similar people here in this world. It's just putting in the time and work into it that she needs to do. ]

I'm really glad to have had this conversation with the CEO. [ It makes her feel pretty good about imPorts taking matters into their own hands. ] A few people I've spoken to make it sound as if us imPorts are more a nuisance than anything else.

Gotta scrape all the enjoyment possible outta a job like this, I suppose.

[ was that backhanded agreement? totally. but he doesn't let the pause linger long enough to comment on it, head tipping to the side. ]

The whole security detail... thing, how's that goin' these days? Mitch still kickin'?

[ he doesn't ask about eddie. eddie is basically unkillable anyway, this is a universal constant. ]

Oh. Oh really.

[Look who's meandering around the corner, sneering right your way. What a fortuitous time to swing around, Norman, right when Eddie's here. He eyes the NOHoPE informational desk, skepticism scissoring his features.]

Job fair, Norman, not joke fair.

What? What? [Choice words, aiming true to their target. He took a step back, the words a hurricane to his body.] He can't have thought that -- you're ringing false -- so --

[But then, of course, it's her wording: I'm sorry preempts the whole sentence, rendering the rest of the facts (or lack thereof) dependent on that clause.

A pretty sharp turn of phrase, to skirt his powers accurately.]

Stop toying around.

It's not so bad. I like making a difference, even if it's more minor that I'm used to.

[ He purses his lips a little, crossing his arms over his chest a little restlessly. It's a good thing Eridan doesn't ask about Eddie, though, since Nelson almost never has much good to say about him. ]

The mayor's doing well. I'm not really his bodyguard, but I can vouch that his bodyguard knows what he's doing. He's very skilled.

He's a total dick. [ eridan crosses his arms to mirror nelson, although it's more an unconscious attempt at intimidation than anything else. WWHOOPS. ] But Hundred ain't died since he got here, so he's already doin' better than the last guy.

[ SHRUG. there's another beat where he scrutinizes nelson, face screwing up slightly in concentration. ]

We ewer talked before?

[ because that voice kind of sounds familiar, though he doesn't know where from. (it's totally from that one superhero faq post where hj punched him, he kind of skimmed that one.) ]

A few. It isn't booming, but I can understand that the job isn't so glamorous. Even the police force sounds more impressive than City Hall security detail.

[ His smile remains, still a little embarrassed, but resigned. ]

The last guy?

[ Does he want to ask? That implies something a little ominous. His nose wrinkles a little anxiously, though not for any conscious reason. ]

Uh -- no, I don't believe so. Nelson Gardner. [ He offers out his hand after a moment, forcing his smile back. ] Do you know the mayor, then?

[ Norman turns his head slowly, eyebrows already arched and eyes already narrowed. ]

Nygma.

[ He sneers, baring his teeth. ]

Checking yourself back in? I don't think that's the intention of the event, but I understand the convenience.

When you put it like that, I wonder if I wouldn't just be better off left ignorant.

[ the glance down at nelson's offered hand blatantly reads snotty rich kid, complete with a little offense and a touch of deliberation over whether he should ignore it. (it's only a second of deliberation, at least!) then he's reaching back for a firm, notably brief shake. ]

Eridan. [ his eyebrows raise a touch, hands settling at his hips. ] And more or less. Wouldn't consider us friendly, but we talk. Kinda that way with all of City Hall as a late.

[ that comes with an anxious little shuffle in place, a roll of his shoulders. ]

You new? Most people around here already know about me.

[ totally 1000% serious with that one. ]

Nice to meet you.

[ Sort of. His nose remains wrinkled but his smile doesn't fade, though his expression is somewhat scrutinizing. ]

I've been here about seven months, but I don't know many kids around here. Er, teenagers. But I'm sure we have some acquaintances in common if you've spend time around City Hall. [ His brows knit a little and he leans back on the balls of his feet. ] You don't mean unfriendly, I hope. Not a security risk, are you?

[ He's joking. ]

Depends who you ask.

[ his expression turns briefly conspiratorial, joking, though not in a particularly nice way. then it's back to a shade of dull interest as he glances around the rest of the event, unconsciously checking for any potential deputy mayors breathing down his gills. ]

Ask Nygma about me sometime. Good way to kill an ewenin', if you don't mind all the pissin' and moanin'. [ a glance back, words coming with a light, mocking lilt. ] Guy's fuckin' obsessed with me. It's all kinds of embarrassin'.

[ still, he doesn't like risking trashing eddie in a public place! it's a pretty quick thing to switch gears, hand coming up to his chest to gesture towards himself. ]

I'm King of Atlantis around here. You mighta heard of me and just not remembered it.

[ Well, that's unsettling. Nelson's smile fades a little more, looking at Eridan with slight (but restrained) alarm.

Does he ask? Does he really want to know? He says, a little more meekly than intended: ]

Well, the deputy mayor and I don't speak often. [ He clears his throat. ] Just what sort of relationship do the two of you have? I don't think I've heard him mention you.

[ But then, again, they barely talk. Eddie is a bully. A little skeptically, he adds: ]

...But I can tell you two must be close. You seem to at least share a sense of humor.

[ WOW NELSON. through a combination of "he's never mentioned you" and the implied "you're talking some rad bullshit about atlantas, son", eridan's haughty little smirk literally morphs into :\ . ]

It's complicated.

[ 8\ . absently, almost unconsciously, he wipes the palm of that handshake hand off on his hip. ]

Wouldn't talk to him much either if I wasn't obligated. Probably why you newer heard about me. [ his tone, spoken more to himself than to nelson, kind of implies that he's just telling himself that to feel important. ] And I'm not jokin' about that Atlantas shit either, I don't care what kinda bullshit Ed spins on the regular. Me and him ain't that similar.

[ right??? ]

[ WELL GOD, SORRY. IT WASN'T EVEN ON PURPOSE. Like most of Nelson's rudeness.

His eyebrows knit a little more. A little stiffly, he says: ]

You both seem to think I'll believe anything you'll tell me. I'm not that gullible. Atlantis still isn't real. [ He exhales slowly. ] Are you related? Wait-- no. I'm not sure I want to know. I can't imagine it's anything pleasant.

[ He has a high opinion of Eddie indeed. ]

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