open: funemployment

[forceofnature]

Who: Viridi and lowly peons
What: November activities
Where: See inside!
When: November. Probably.
Content Warnings: None to start

[prelude: messiah station square (feel free to reply to this, too)]

[A small girl stands in front of the job listings and rifles through them with a disgruntled expression.]

'Merlaut Apartments: Security officer requested. Keep all intruders safely indoors'?
'Chicago L Station: Seeking train director. Direct a train in a play'?
'Wall Market Bathhouse: Attendant needed. Wash ten faces in the bathhouse water'?

These are ridiculous! And demeaning! Who would even want to do any of these pointless tasks; some kind of spineless moron, I'll tell you wh --

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[forceofnature]

What?

[She's caught momentarily off-guard. Why does he have that weird ex -- ]

No! Don't make weird assumptions! Ugh! I... need these to cast a curse upon my enemies! A flower curse!

Lo - and ye shall eat dirt for the rest of thy days and may the land reject thee forever more!

[This is convincing. Speaking of terrible Japanese stereotypes, Viridi's picture is in there under 'tsun'.]

[bluecastleace]

Uh huh.

[She is a pretty good example of that temperament, isn’t she? He won’t push it though. He’s already upset her once, which he’ll probably kick himself for forever (because, for whatever reason, he actually likes Virdi), and beside that, he knows all too well what it’s like to crave the comfort of something familiar in this awful place, and he’s not going to tease her for that - at least, he’s pretty sure that’s got something to do with what’s going on here.]

Glad I could help, Your Excellence. [He’s still smiling though - he means it, actually.] Am I excused?

[forceofnature]

[Viridi looks away with an affected expression of disinterest. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her flowers.]

I mean, if you want to go, I won't stop you. I guess I accomplished my goals.

...And I think I said 'Your Divine Radiance.'

[bluecastleace]

Your Divine Radiance, then.

[Who knew some stupid play about a train would put him in a halfway decent mood? He takes a glance around the station - still relatively empty.]

Is your play done?

[He may be offering to “act” through one more scene - within reason.]

[forceofnature]

Hm.

[A surprised expression flickers briefly across her face before it is replaced with one of satisfaction.]

Like I said! There's a final scene. It's very touching - critics are calling it a 'ride to remember.'

[haha get it]