open | like a B- for effort

[illequipped]

Who: ya boy emil and you
When: now, later, etc
Where: queen's residence, around town, a farm somewhere
What: some influence jobs and a general prompt
Warnings: he may cry eventually

loren's lament

[Let the record show: Emil and any kind of paperwork have never gotten along swimmingly. He barely scraped through school and has a personal vendetta against reading for work, so this? This is honestly his worst idea to date, letting himself get roped into reading for work!!! for this Loren person. What's in it for him, he mumbles mostly to himself, but he's still doing it.

Like, not very well. But he's sitting behind a messy stack of papers, now mumbling mostly to himself about how "sort by severity" is completely subjective? For example, he has no vested interest in the rippling effects of recent upheavals on local businesses, but apparently a lot of people do! Wow! Amazing!

For the third time in an hour, he sighs loudly. Hi, you're here, so please give his woes your attention.]

This is dreadful. Does he really read all of these when no one else is here?

[Who READS??]

shock it 2 me

[The only reason Emil is even trying to help with the livestock problem is because... well. Honestly, it's because the thought of sad farm animals made him deeply upset and he was compelled to come help. What this means for the job, however, is that an overly-emotional tiny dude has become attached to at least one farm animal (like, a cute baby goat, probably) in between complaining about how the animals seem to want to follow him around and chew on various bits of his clothing.

And then, tragedy of tragedies, his favorite baby goat goes missing and he is deeply distraught. Now, at last, he is inspired to take action.

Of course, he's terrible at Craft, so his misguided attempts to do anything resembling an electric fence keep ending with him giving himself a huge dose of static electricity. Is nothing easy?]

stylish yet irresponsible use of stipend

[Or: who blew their whole stipend on clothes instead of budgeting for food? This guy. On the one hand, he can dress like a local on a whim now! That's exciting! The clothes aren't incredibly great, but they're not terrible. He's managing.

He's also incredibly hungry, which is starting to get embarrassing hours and hours after breakfast. Please feed him, or at least humor him when he very abruptly begins a Casual Conversation (hint: he's bad at this one):]

How do people get jobs here? Just wondering.

misc

[hello what do you want to do? i'm probably on board with it. you can send me a pm or pp to jojoveller with ideas or just tag wildly!! dark knights is the only job emil won't do... and for my own sake i'd like to limit job threads to 2 per job so i can handle them!! thank you

feel free to find him being terrible at magic practice or whining about morning training, etc, i am really open.]

Comments

[illequipped]

Oh. That's... okay, I guess? I don't think that's the best way to hire someone.

[But whatever! Powers, huh. Welllll-] I can't do either of those things well at all.

[mekhanikos]

Yeah, maybe don't blow up any factories just so you can help them fix them for free...

[ like. that sounds like one solid bad idea.

and despite emil's not-that-optimistic answer, leo grins. ]

Yet. You haven't been here all that long, man, don't give up! Practice makes perfect, right? Just, you know, put in some hours, and bam! You'll be awesome at Craft and everyone'll want to hire you.

[illequipped]

[Hmm.... working at magic.........]

Hmm, maybe. My friend is helping, but he's... [a gremlin] never taught anyone before.

Still, I'm likely to starve before I get good at it.

[mekhanikos]

Hey, maybe you could, like, learn together? As in, you learn magic, and he learns teaching.

[ it's too bad leo hasn't put two and two together and realized that the friend emil refers to is lalli... then he'd get it. ]

Dude, no, we're going to do away with that defeatist attitude right now. Okay, just — [ leo actually stops walking, turns to emil, right there in the middle of the street, and puts a hand on his shoulder. ]

The way I think of it, it's a two-step process. You imagine what you want to happen in your mind, until it's so vivid you can see it happening, and then you just —

[ leo opens the hand that's not on emil's shoulder, and a flame appears on it. ] See? Imagine, and then create.

[illequipped]

[Lalli is a special boy doing his best... Emil doesn't look particularly convinced, but. Perhaps so.

That said— hello? Why are they stopping? For a moment he looks bothered, like, possibly unreasonably- the flash of a grimace from being stopped short and touched and, in his admittedly skewed opinion, talked down to. Defeatist! How dare he!

His gaze flicks to the flame, then back at Leo's face.]

Are you trying to teach me too, now? I didn't ask!

[Magic boys! So insistent!!]

There are plenty of jobs that aren't magical, I can do one of those!