savetheearth | Entry #A-7: "Artisan" [Text, Action]

[There is a lot going on right now. Murders in Vegas, police trials staggering to shameful conclusions, and L's own latest case- which he's technically no longer supposed to be investigating, but is- are all very distracting.

It's not like he needs sleep or anything, though; the coffee shop's construction is right on schedule. It just finished, in fact. As promised, he's taking a break from perusing Greek newspapers to make an announcement... and to remind the people who said they'd help a couple weeks ago about their commitment.]

Construction's done on the coffee shop and these are the open temporary positions I need filled immediately. Movers: Basically just move objects from point A to point B. Some of them are heavy. Painters: Solid colors and also a mural. Promoters: Hang out at Urban Outfitters and craft bars to hand out posters and spread the word. These are the permanent positions I'm taking interviews for starting this evening. Experience is a plus, but not necessary unless otherwise noted. Manager: Experience required. Job entails scheduling workers and running the shop. Assistant Managers: Hiring two. Need to be equally comfortable behind the counter and dealing with paperwork. Baristas: Hiring up to 8 for now. Duties include making coffee and food, running the cash register, and keeping the bathroom really clean. Bartenders: Hiring up to three. Must be over 21; we have a full bar that opens at 2:00 each day. Vendors: Sell your handcrafted items and help us support our boarded employees. A fantastic accountant: Lots of experience mandatory A fantastic lawyer: See above. Numbered individuals get priority, obviously. As I mentioned before, if your living situation is complicated, there is an apartment upstairs with six cots, two showers, and lockers for personal belongings. Just mention it during your interview and we can put you up as soon as the cots are upstairs. Respond here or drop by in person. I'll be at the shop all day today, and... honestly for the next week I'll be there almost constantly.

[And, in fact, he will. He's been neglecting his sleep, though, so when you stop by the newly constructed Espresso Yourself, you're likely to find him dozing on the lone sofa in the empty expanse of the shop, practically buried in paperwork.]

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Addicts aren't really interesting. Just reliable, in that you can always rely on them to prioritize one thing above all others.

[He says so wryly, accepting the glass with an odd, tentative grip. His thumbs and forefingers look OK, and fortunately they're enough, because the other fingers on both hands looks wasted and atrophied and basically useless. He sets it on the table, leaning down and taking a sip on the straw that turns, quickly, into the whole drink. Thirsty and stressed, he makes short work of it before nodding in tense satisfaction.]

Please make two more. I'll take one, you can have the other, and we'll talk about when you'd like to start.

Edited 2014-05-05 21:14 (UTC)

That's one way to put us people.

[Why do you think he's here? Because he wants booze, and he'll be near it. Even drunk, he can make a damn good drink.

Still, seeing the man satisfied makes him know that he did well in his 'interview'. And hearing he gets one of those as payment? Hell, to the yes! You don't have to tell him twice to go and make two more. Though, don't mind him, he may have put more rum than coke in his, because right now, he just wants that buzz.]

So, we're talking about a start date now, huh?

[No, not even he's going to wipe that smug grin off his face.

Goodbye, McDonald's.]

I'll drink to that.

[He raises his empty glass in a languid, brittle toast before tipping it back to chew on ice cubes.

L's not a large or imposing man, but his voice is resonant and carries well. It's easily heard from where George stands behind the bar as he prepares the drinks.]

Since we open on the 9th and get our liquor license finalized that morning, that would be ideal. I understand if you need to put in notice at your other job, though.

Edited 2014-05-05 21:28 (UTC)

[Coming back out with the drinks, he can't help but be happy at this new proposal he kind of wasn't expecting. Sure, he latched on to the idea of being a bartender because hell, who wouldn't want to be around booze all day? Handing the second drink to the man while holding his own, that smug expression still hasn't quite wiped off his face yet.]

Nah, I think they'll be fine without me. I'll let them know I'm quitting, but other than that, I don't care.

[Clearly someone doesn't care about burning their bridges.]

Good. If that's the case, though, I'll need you here before then to learn around 25 recipes by heart. The bar should be around 60% complete tomorrow, and 100% the day after that.

[He accepts the drink, fumbling it slightly because of his very clumsy hands, but managing not to drop it. He draws his knees to his chest and balances the glass on top of them, nursing it less recklessly than his first beverage.]

Can you commit to that? You'll have to practice a lot to get them right, and I'll be working you pretty hard, but you'll be paid for your time. And...

[He coughs.]

Obviously we'll both have to taste what you make. Frequently. To make sure that everything is in proper balance.

[George nearly rolls his eyes at having to work hard, but hearing that part at the end. Trying the drinks he made to ensure they're, uh, up to standards. That's enough to have him working hard, really. Make an alcoholic work hard by giving him alcohol...]

Yeah, I'll be sure to have those drinks memorized and we can test them all out. I think I can do that.

[No, he just wants the booze, but George is pretty sure the other man's got that figured out by now.]

[L thinks that George can, too. Otherwise he probably wouldn't have agreed to something as flagrantly rash as agreeing to just... basically hire someone on faith and a sole recommendation.]

Great. I haven't had a drinking buddy since rehab. This'll be pretty fun. Just one more thing... are you a depressive drunk? It's probably better not to have two of those in the same place.

Nah, I don't get depressed. Maybe I'll open up a little more, but that's about it.

[Or become a whiny manchild, but yeah.]

Still, I could always use another drinking buddy. Fuck knows I drink more now that I'm a Numbered.

Can I take that to mean that being numbered has made your life significantly more difficult?

Not exactly. Just don't like the fact and drink to attempt to forget that I'm suddenly 'a superhero'.

A lot of people don't like it, which surprises me. In some cases, maybe it isn't so strange, but... having powers means having more options, in so many ways. I'm honestly kind of jealous of people who are echoing back those types of abilities.

[And really, no one would question that he would be, with his curved spine and crooked hands. He stands a ghost of a chance against a catastrophe like Wise Snake.]

One's trash is another's treasure I guess.

[He shrugs, not really wanting to think too hard on it really.]

A superhero isn't trash, come on. How useless can an actual power be?

Maybe not useless, but guess it all comes down to what they want to use it for. Do we all really want to save the world?

I think that what you're really asking right now is whether or not we all want the responsibility of saving the world. If there was no effort or sacrifice involved, only a very irrational and unstable person would pass up the opportunity to preserve their planet and their race. The perception is, perhaps, that powers lessen the burden of saving the world, and are therefore desirable to those who are willing to take on the responsibility but perhaps haven't the means or the strength to shoulder it.

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