dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (They'll be your private little fishes)
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[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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May. 1st, 2014 10:27 am
squicksilver: (Freaks!)
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Look at this:

[ Linked is a story in the Las Vegas Sun about the grisly murder last night. ]

You're morons, all you people in Vegas flaunting your "powers." Go home. You're attracting the wrong sort of attention. Leave entertaining to the professionals.

And don't say anything about me, if anyone asks.
smalltimer: (Didn't see that coming...)
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[A network message comes in the form of pencil scratches on a hard surface.

It's in a kid's hand - and a lazy kid's hand at that.]


Whats going on in Vegas???

Looking for a ride from Locke. Cant buy a plane ticket. Probably cant pay anyone. Ill figure everything else out after I get there.

Not 21 yet. (Not getting arrested if I go, right??)

Help a guy out
squicksilver: (hello sailor)
[personal profile] squicksilver
[ Alexander Mercure is staring at his phone as if it were an unwanted kitten in his living room, coughing up hairballs made of pure gold. ]

Ah… Haha….

[ An instant later, his lips are parted in a dazzling smile, revealing his whitened teeth, which show even brighter against his made-up face. He’s clad in a top hat, white tie and tails, every inch covered in sequins. From the silver dust on his cheekbones to the gold fringe on his sleeves, he glitters. ]

Goodness, what a surpriiiiise! Why, here I’ve been reading about all of you amazing people, only to find myself one of your number. The “numbers club,” how adorable. That means something a little different here in Las Vegas, haha! Anyway, anyway! I suppose I ought to introduce myself. I’m Alexander Mercure. But my friends call me…

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Alexander… the Great!

[ A beat, wherein he looks very very serious — and then collapses all over in giggles. ]

Ahahhaha, forgive me. That’s the name of my show. It’s at the Flamingo. Nightly at nine and twice on Sundays. I’ve heard that some of you are coming to visit our fair city, so I’d like to extend an invitation to each and every one of you. Be sure to stop backstage afterwards, I’d loooove to meet all of you wonderful heroes!

[ Everything about this screams setup, from the "superpowered" girl in his show (ordinary parlour tricks), to the numbers in his head (third-rate mentalism), to this bizarre network. It's elaborate, but it's obviously just a marketing ploy, if one wants to be generous; or a confidence scheme, if one doesn't.

Well! If anybody thinks they're going to fool Alexander the Great, they've got another thing coming. Already he's turning the tables on these people — whoever they are — and using their fancy network to pimp his show.

He starts to wave goodbye — but hesitates, putting his (sequined) white-gloved fingers to his lips. ]


Aaaaaah, but I’ve noted that some of you are rather young. No kiddies at the evening shows, sorry about that. Twenty-one and older, if you please. [ wink wink ] Little angels can come to the Sunday matinee.

[ Wiggling his sparkling fingers: ]

Bye byeeeeeeeee!

video;

Apr. 19th, 2014 11:30 am
bravelyspoken: (ϟ 30)
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[ Emery has sort of been... hiding a little since Wise snake. The hiding might be related to the fact that he was throwing snakes around with TK and although he didn't give anyone his name or anything (or really stick around for too long, and he tried to hide) he's decently paranoid about the FBI turning up on his doorstep.

Still. He squints at his webcam as he turns it on, adjusting it slightly with intense concentration before blinking and sitting back to smile brightly.
]

Right! I know everyone is... busy and everything, with... aliens and, err, investigations.

[ Distinctly uncomfortable here. He scratches the back of his head. ]

And, if, you know -- anyone needs any help or something please just say. I'm not rolling in money but I have a sofa and I'm a half decent cook. It isn't our fault, what's happening to us, and nobody should suffer for it.

[ He frowns in concern, fidgeting for a moment, then forces a brighter smile. ]

Anyway! Aside from all that, I have a really important question.

[ He turns -- and obviously he's in a computer chair because it spins around and wheels back. There's a faint mewing sound, then Emery is hauling a enormous Maine Coon into his lap. It flicks an ear unhappily, and he just scritches it and cradles it like a baby. ]

If you had to name this cat, what would you call it? Oh -- it's a boy, by the way.