March 19 [Video]

[morecowbell]

[The video turns on and up pops an image of a blond girl who is adjusting the angel of her device. She peers into it for a moment looking slightly agitated. Finally she speaks]

I have recently come to discover that no one here takes Discover or MasterCard or Visa or any type of plastic even if it is gold, sapphire or platinum. It would have been nice if someone pointed this out to me before I got thrown out of the luxury condominiums. [Someone (read: Gai) may have pointed it out but she was probably not listening]

I’ve been informed that in order to stay there or anywhere where the kitchen and living room aren’t also part of the bedroom, I have to either partner with someone and move to Death City Heights or get a … job… [She gingerly touches her forehead as if she was telling someone extremely bad news like they had a terminal illness]

If the generous people of …Death City [She was still having trouble adjusting to the death theme here] would be kind enough to tell me if anyone is hiring or possibly recommend some work I might be able to do I would appreciate it.

There’s some stipulations of course, no jobs with too much physical labor, no jobs including or related to animals and no jobs that might have any unpleasant odors including but not limited to formaldehyde, gasoline and of course foul body odor.

As far a partnering goes, I’m a Weapon, a scimitar to be precise so I might be looking for a Meister, preferably one that can cook... [By now she’s slouched down in her chair and resting her chin on the desk with a miserable look on her face] I suppose that’s all for now.

Comments

[morecowbell]

I can't believe there's actually a job that entails flirting... how... indecent.

[Did she want an apartment bad enough to put up with whiny idiots flirting with her? Maybe.. but seriously, no good can come from this]

[soulsutures]

There's always other jobs that actually require hard work. Or you can deal with what Shibusen has been kind enough to give you for free. It's your choice.

[morecowbell]

Isn't there something that doesn't require... faking interest in people... like modeling?

[she perks up a bit as if she just understood something]

Wait... I could technically treat a job like that like acting right?

[soulsutures]

You could if thinking of it like that would help. Probably make you more tips that way too if you know how to play your cards. Just do a different act each time.

[morecowbell]

Well I don't see why I couldn't give it a try at least. Are you pretty familiar with this place?

[soulsutures]

No, but Spirit is. I'm sure you'll see him in there a lot if you take the job.

[morecowbell]

That was the red-haired gentleman your video showed earlier? The screaming one?

[soulsutures]

He's normally much calmer so long as he's not around me and you don't bring up his daughter or ex-wife.

[morecowbell]

Oh my, sounds complicated. [thinking for a moment] The Host Club isn't the reason his wife is an ex is it?

[soulsutures]

Oh, no. Spirit has a chronic disease that causes him to flirt with any pretty girl he sees. The divorce was only a matter of time, she's a good woman for putting up with it for as long as she did.

[morecowbell]

[Suddenly the conversation is hitting way too close to home. Spirit is like the freaking adult version of her brother]

...can it be cured?

[soulsutures]

I've tried all I can, he's a hopeless cause.

[morecowbell]

I see....

If you manage to run across a cure, could you make it in pill form? You know one that you can crush up and put in someone's food?

[soulsutures]

Of course, how else would we force anyone with the disease to take it? Anyone that far gone wouldn't be cured willingly.

[morecowbell]

[nodding] Exactly. It's for their own good.

[soulsutures]

Don't worry, Nanami. You'll be the second to know if I find a cure. The first will have to be Spirit's daughter Maka, she's been waiting in line since she was a little girl.

[morecowbell]

Fair enough, poor thing, she deserves it with a father like that.

[soulsutures]

She loves Spirit regardless. Deep, deep down. Buried under years of mistrust for males in general. But it's still there.

[morecowbell]

I can relate.

[soulsutures]

You should make friends with her when she gets back from her mission, you two might get along quite well.

[morecowbell]

Oh, okay.