Rod hecked up a little

[keyofimagination]

Who: Rod and you
What: Well... you might be here awhile...
Where: At the transport center
When: Tuesday Morning
Warnings: None atm!



[On Tuesday morning, everyone will receive a letter when they wake up, no matter where they're staying for the night. It's neatly typed and just states:

Please meet me at the Transport Center at 10 AM. I have something important to discuss with everyone.

When they arrive at the center, they will find Rod already there, with a box of envelopes. When he speaks, he looks a little sheepish.]

Good morning everyone, I am deeply sorry to say that whatever is wrong with the portals, it's tricky enough that you might be here for awhile. And after an enlightening conversation with Red, we've decided that we should at least make accommodation's for everyone.

As it is providing a lot of stress on Red to provide free food and board daily, we decided that, for the time being, everyone will live in Vista Way for free. It's a nice apartment complex, but if you are unsatisfied with the housing you may move out once you've accumulated enough money.

On that note, that's what this box is for. While you'll be staying here, we thought it would be best to give everyone a job so they would have something to do. We won't be forcing everyone to have a job, and if you're dissatisfied with the job you were given, we can consider giving you a more appropriate job, but having a wage and something to do while we fix the problem might be nice.

I should add that you're starting pay will be around 15 "Disney dollars" an hour, but if that's an unreasonable minimum wage I am willing to increase the wage to something more livable.

Finally, in each envelope with your assigned job, there's also a couple of Magic Cards in here as an apology for the inconvenience. I ask you not to abuse their power, but you can test them as much as you want while you're here using your Magicband.

If you have any questions regarding the situation, I will be happy to answer them.

[He sets the box down, and true to his word, there are envelopes with each guest's name on it, and inside it is your assigned job, starting date, and two different Magic Cards.]

Comments

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle comes to the meeting hopeful, but not unprepared to hear bad news. Which...is what she gets. It's hard to swallow down the tears of injustice that want to rise to her eyes, but she manages it, taking the envelope from Rod with a trembling hand.

And...okay. A book store?

That, she can do. She actually smiles, a tiny bit.]

I don't know what I'm to do with these cards, but...I thank you for giving us options, at the very least.

This...this book store. Do they carry the works of Shakespeare?

[itsthecount]

[blink.]

Why would a book store sell shakes.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Sh—

[She furrows her brow.]

William Shakespeare. The great playwright? Surely you've heard of him.

[itsthecount]

I'm just not sure why your store is selling frothy beverages and weaponry. [MOVING ON] Speaking of playwrights, have you heard of Al Funcoot?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[Belle opens her mouth to argue—nothing gets her emotions up like Shakespeare—and then closes it. Maybe it's best to just...leave it.]

I'm afraid I haven't. What sort of plays does Monsieur Funcoot write?

[itsthecount]

The best ones, they're about very handsome men with large amounts of money who have occasional dilemmas and setbacks involving orphans and housefires.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She doesn't. Look super-impressed.]

I don't find that incredibly relatable.

[itsthecount]

Not all plays need to be relatable. Sometimes, you just need to sit back in awe of others.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[slowly raises an eyebrow.]

Are you someone who wants others to be in awe of them?

[keyofimagination]

[Honestly save Belle from Count Olaf.]

I'm afraid we don't at that particular bookstore. Not a lot of interest in buying Shakespeare while inside a theme park, I'm afraid.

However, we have an expansive library in the Orange District that certainly has his entire collection.

[greatwidesomewhere]

I see.

[what the fuck is the POINT rod

She purses her lips, but her disappointed expression does clear a little upon learning that there's both a bookstore and a library.]

Truly? And the owner of the library will allow me to peruse it...?

[what's a public library]

[keyofimagination]

[Look, is he wrong?]

Of course. The library is free for everyone, visitors and citizens. I'll admit I don't visit it as often as I like with my work, but I like to think that it's a fantastic library.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[She's already tucking the envelope away in the pocket of her apron. Her eyes are practically sparkling with excitement as she comprehends the sheer possibilities.]

That's remarkable, I...I need to go there right away! I have so much reading to catch up on.

[Like. A couple centuries' worth.]

[keyofimagination]

Certainly. We also have video options there, but you might be more interested in the book options.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Video?

[There's a long pause, during which Belle combs her memory for any such a word. Nothing.]

Please explain.

[keyofimagination]

[Oh, hmm...]

For lack of a better way of describing it, it's the process of capturing movement in ways to tell stories or spread information in the comfort of your own home.

[greatwidesomewhere]

Oh. So it's something like...a book, but....also a play?

[this is a lot right now]

[standingonmyneck]

[In the background, another woman was listening.]

If we're done here, I'd like to be excused then.

[not_over_yet]

Bookstore?

[ Basil hasn't quite settled on an opinion regarding their being trapped here yet, so he's still observation mode... but mention of a bookstore? That gets his attention, if only because there's probably more than the one. Best to double-check.

So here's a mouse at Belle's feet, holding up the paper with his own assignment - "Bookseller: My Heritage Books (location Epcot)" - for her to inspect. ]

We could well be coworkers--same place?

[greatwidesomewhere]

[It takes Belle just a moment to find the source of the voice, but after everything she's seen lately...a talking mouse is almost a relief. She smiles, nods, bends down to inspect his piece of paper, and her smile only grows wider at the sight of it.]

Yes! That's the exact one. [She holds out an open palm.]

If we're coworkers, we may as well introduce ourselves. My name is Belle.

[not_over_yet]

[ Looks at her hand for a moment... if it's palm-up he'll hop on, sure, why not. ]

And I'm Basil Facilier. It's good to meet you, Miss Belle. [ Slight bow!




...She seems vaguely familiar. Probably involved in one of the other rounds of that murder game? Buuuut he doesn't recall speaking with her before, so introductions are still clearly in order. ]

[greatwidesomewhere]

Basil. It's nice to m—

[She'd intended to offer him a hand for a handshake, but when he hops into her hand, she lets out a startled huff of laughter, and then brings up her other thumb and forefinger for that purpose instead.]

—nice to meet you. I hope we'll be good friends.

[not_over_yet]

[ Ah. Misread the intent there,,

...Figuring out handshake mechanics on this degree of scale difference is complicated for everyone, it's fine. He refuses to be embarrassed, it's fine. He'll just shake her fingers on the second attempt, everything's fine. There's worse problems to have.

Like. Not actually having worked a normal job before,,, ] Aheh. I, ah, hope to be a decent enough coworker, at any rate? I'm afraid I... haven't had coworkers bef--er well, not frequently.

[greatwidesomewhere]

[It's fine. Belle understands, she's had plenty of awkward moments of misread social cues and fumbled graces. She shakes his tiny paw, and then lets him back down onto the ground. No need to draw attention to it, after all.]

That's alright. I've only ever worked around my father's little farm, so this will be a new experience for the both of us. Do...do you enjoy reading, Monsieur Facilier?

[not_over_yet]

[ Yep, hopping down again, that totally never happened. ]

Mm, dependent on subject matter? Can't say it's my first choice of pastime, but it's certainly been a great help more than once.

And yourself? Favored hobby or a means to an end?