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

[unwieldy]

[ Is this making sense to anyone else? Haein's feeling a bit lost here at the mention of an immunity and a mask...

What's going on, gang. ]

Immune to what?

[illequipped]

[Context clues? Never heard of her. Emil gives him a look, like, is this the same as the toilet cigarette conversation? Is it his turn to answer a highly obvious question?]

Uh, illness? What else could you be immune to?

[unwieldy]

[ Haein wishes he was immune to idiots like Emil, that's for sure!! ]

All illnesses?

[ He sounds and looks disbelieving. Are you telling him... that Emil is here for the long haul? Nature can't wipe him out?? Please no. ]

[illequipped]

[Eat shit, Haein!!!]

The ones that turn you into terrible monsters, yes. That's the one that matters.

[unwieldy]

[ You first, tiny!!! ]

That's not a real illness.

[ That's some made up bullshit, probably. ]

[illequipped]

[Dang!! Nobody asked for your fake news!]

Of course it is! Why would I make up something like that?