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thenearshore2016-08-06 01:26 pm
doestheickyjobs) wrote in thenearshore2016-08-06 01:26 pm
open - summer jobs!
Who: Axel (doestheickyjobs) and you! Extra starter for Pippa, April 11.
Where: A shop that sells 31 flavors of ice cream, but which is definitely not any kind of trademarked store going by the initials B.R., on the coast in Chiba conveniently near to a little shrine
When: April 11 - 15 (let me know in your subject line what day you're going for)
What: Axel's still not sure what the big deal is with ice cream, but serving it sounds like an okay job for a guy who's a little tricky to notice sometimes.
Warnings: N/A! Possibly sarcasm.
OPEN
[Man... the afternoon really dragged between customers. Axel's sitting on a stool behind the counter, tipped back until it balances dangerously on two legs, spinning a pencil between his fingers. There's a couple of high-school kids giggling together over their phones and a couple double-scoop sundaes buried in whipped cream at the corner table, but other than that, the store is dead, and Axel's just about to go out of his mind with boredom.
His red hair is emerging in spikes all around the regulation hat, which he's just sort of stuck on roughly in the center and pinned there. The pink apron-and-hat combo just does not go, but whatever, he thinks. It's a paycheck. Roxas's ideas hadn't been too bad, so far, except that customers tended to ding the service bell wildly and "Excuse meeee--!" like he's not sitting right there every time.
Speaking of bells -- the one on the door chimes as it swings open, and Axel's chair falls back to all four legs with a thump.]
Hey there, how can I help you?
CLOSED TO PIPPA
[So: gotta butter his goddess up a bit, Axel thought, with a wry half-smile, and straightened the collar on his work T-shirt before he headed up the steps to the front door of her temple, right on time. Anyway, it'll be nice to get her out. She needs some excitement in her life. Maybe even some fun!
He raps loudly on the front doors, and steps back, one hand propped on his hip.]
Pippa, you there? Come on, let's go!
[She'd better not have been expecting this outing to be too proper.]
doestheickyjobs) and you! Extra starter for Pippa, April 11.Where: A shop that sells 31 flavors of ice cream, but which is definitely not any kind of trademarked store going by the initials B.R., on the coast in Chiba conveniently near to a little shrine
When: April 11 - 15 (let me know in your subject line what day you're going for)
What: Axel's still not sure what the big deal is with ice cream, but serving it sounds like an okay job for a guy who's a little tricky to notice sometimes.
Warnings: N/A! Possibly sarcasm.
OPEN
[Man... the afternoon really dragged between customers. Axel's sitting on a stool behind the counter, tipped back until it balances dangerously on two legs, spinning a pencil between his fingers. There's a couple of high-school kids giggling together over their phones and a couple double-scoop sundaes buried in whipped cream at the corner table, but other than that, the store is dead, and Axel's just about to go out of his mind with boredom.
His red hair is emerging in spikes all around the regulation hat, which he's just sort of stuck on roughly in the center and pinned there. The pink apron-and-hat combo just does not go, but whatever, he thinks. It's a paycheck. Roxas's ideas hadn't been too bad, so far, except that customers tended to ding the service bell wildly and "Excuse meeee--!" like he's not sitting right there every time.
Speaking of bells -- the one on the door chimes as it swings open, and Axel's chair falls back to all four legs with a thump.]
Hey there, how can I help you?
CLOSED TO PIPPA
[So: gotta butter his goddess up a bit, Axel thought, with a wry half-smile, and straightened the collar on his work T-shirt before he headed up the steps to the front door of her temple, right on time. Anyway, it'll be nice to get her out. She needs some excitement in her life. Maybe even some fun!
He raps loudly on the front doors, and steps back, one hand propped on his hip.]
Pippa, you there? Come on, let's go!
[She'd better not have been expecting this outing to be too proper.]
2/2
Nice to meet ya!
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[ He dodges Goku's swat (mostly), laughing, but then stuffs his hands in his pockets to get down to the spiel. ]
The Far Shore's first ever takeout delivery service! [ No, really, this is cool and he's super excited about it. ] Instead of having to order from somebody here in Japan who won't even remember they're talkin' to you half the time, instead you call me. I'll have a list of restaurants [ --and here he waves at the ice cream counter-- ] and places like this that I'll go pick up your food from.
[ See? Total genius. ] So you only have to call one place, and you can order ice cream and Korean barbeque ad pizza and sushi and a whole bunch of other stuff, and you won't have to deal with gettin' forgotten about all th'time!
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So Gojyo's gonna be the one handling all the obnoxious chatting with them, and then food shows up at the temple? Yeah, he'd pay extra for that.]
Found any other places with gods or shinki working them? That'd probably make it easier on you. Here...
[He turns around, hand hesitating over the counter. Where was -- score. He picks up one of the store's postcard-sized advertising cards and hands it over to Gojyo.]
That's got the number for this store on it.