<<Scene Start>>
<<OOC>> Jude smites everyone.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Okay. It's been a day or so since Jude met Greg. Jude has discovered his own roomie appears to be cut out of similar cloth to Greg's. (Who, as we recall, is Wallace 'Da Wall' Burke.) Jude's is Jack Simmons. Who is there on a football scholarship, and whose worst sin was shoplifting beer, repeatedly, without being old enough to drink it."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Have Jude and Greg conspired to swap roomies somehow?"
<<OOC>> Jude says "Sure. :)"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Okay, the paperwork for that is filed, and being worked through. You anticipate hearing about the change Any Day Now. In the meantime, Greg is headed to the Mall to pick up some stuff. Would Jude like to go along?"
<<OOC>> Jude says "OKay. I've never been to a Mall before, except for the one in Heaven where I got this really snazzy pair of shoes and a new book on Tracking Down Devious Renegade Ofanim for Beginners."
The bus ride to the Mall is uneventful, though there are many, many humans of all kinds on the bus. The Mall itself is huge. It is pyramid-shaped. It is called Pyramid Mall. There are huge glass doors that humans stream in and out of, and inside -- it's a *LOT* like Marc's Bazaar, only *BIGGER*! (Or at least taller.)
Greg immediately heads for a map, and starts looking for a drugstore.
<<OOC>> arcangel notes that by now, Greg is convinced that Jude is one of those roleplayers who is really immersed in his fictional reality -- but that Jude seems to be a cool guy otherwise, and is a lot nicer than 'da Wall.'
Jude wanders around, randomly resonating on humans. There's... so... many... of them. And they're so COOL.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Oh, gimme a few rolls. Just to see if you get a 666."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Or a 111."
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 6 4 CHECK: 1.
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 4 4 CHECK: 6.
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 2 4 CHECK: 6.
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 4 5 CHECK: 4.
<<OOC>> Jude says "Nope."
<<OOC>> Tarot just laughs. I love Jude.
Jude wows. Humans. HUMANS!
Jude walks over and grabs Greg by the sleeve. "Hey Greg! Check this out! HUMANS!"
Jude follows this by saying smugly, "And they're _law abiding_."
<<OOC>> arcangel looks up the merc resonance.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Jude learns a *lot* about Fred Collins, philandering husband (but only consensually), Mable Collins, virtual saint who's only crime is that she hasn't turned her husband in for adultery yet, and some about Mike Mibhar, who has run away from ... somewhere."
Greg grins at Jude, "What, and I'm *not* a law-abiding human? What about you?"
Jude says "I always follow the word of the law and carry out my Lord's rule of swift Judgment."
Jude says "AND, I like ice cream. Stucci's!"
Greg turns back to the map. "I think there's an ice-cream place on here somewhere... Watch out for shoplifters."
<<GAME>> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 1 1 CHECK: 6.
<<OOC>> arcangel giggles a lot.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Gimme another Perception roll, Jude."
Jude narrows his eyes. "Is there a den of iniquity here which holds a cache of hellbound shoplifters?"
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 2 6 CHECK: 6.
Mike Mibhar -- that red-headed teenager -- just startled as Jude announced that he "always followed the word of the law, etc." He'd now trying to do a fast fade into the background.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "As a note, with that check 4, Jude knows that Mike is from a podunk town in Vermont, is called Mike, is American in culture, and is interested in ... sneaking around and hiding from people. (Mind, so were the paintball team.) He maintains *no* relationships that Jude can detect."
Jude thinks..... "Possible lawbreaker?"
Absently, Greg says, "I doubt there's a den of iniquity, but there's stuff here, so there might be shoplifters."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Mike sure looks guilty of something, Jude."
Jude tells Greg, "Hold on a sec, I'll be right back." Then he takes off after Mike Mibhar. And if he's done something wrong Jude will... will... will give him a good talking to, darn it!
Mike notes Jude heading for him and turns to take to his heels!
Jude runs!
<<OOC>> arcangel says "So, gimme a running roll?"
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 5 2 CHECK: 5.
<<GAME>> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 6 4 CHECK: 6.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Jude stays behind Mike, and since he failed by less, is slowly closing the gap."
Jude reaches out to grab Mike Mihbar.
<<GAME>> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 5 2 CHECK: 2.
Mike tries to dodge, but fails. Jude manages to stumble and grab Mike's jacket, forcing the teenager to stop and try to shove Jude off.
<<OOC>> arcangel . o O (Hmmm. Where's Security during all this...?)
<<GAME>> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 6 2 CHECK: 5.
Jude grabs the teenager and decides to take advantage of all the interrogating lessons he's learned while in Heaven. "I know you're guilty of something. I saw you watching me, perp. Where were you on the night of October 6th, 1983?"
Jude probably shouldn't have hung out with that Malakite.
Mike pauses. "What are you *talking* about? I haven't done anything! Stop chasing me!"
Mike adds, resuming his struggles to detach the Mercurian, "Let go!"
From afar, Aimee imagines that by the end of the first week, everyone will have visited security except Aimee.
Jude narrows his eyes, remembering that narrowed eyes should make him more dangerous, not look nearsighted. He hopes. "You were watching me, perp. I know you're up to somethin'. Spill it, or it'll be _curtains_."
Mike says, "I just looked at you! I didn't do anything! Who are you?"
Long distance to Aimee: arcangel nods and grins.
Tarot pages: Security is probably clearing up after a certain Shedite and Triad business. :)
Long distance to Tarot: arcangel grins.
<<OOC>> Aimee is sooo glad she does not room with Jude.
Jude remembers that he was supposed to identify himself. "My name is Jude, and I'm part of Dominic's peacekeeping forces to maintain law, order, and judgment over all of those under God. Now, if you've done something wrong, you should confess."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Aimee rooms with Daria!"
<<OOC>> Aimee says "Daria has sense! Sorta."
Mike's expression turns to an ugly scowl. "I've done nothing wrong, angel. Let go *now* or you're not going to like it!"
<<OOC>> Jude is missing JudeSheet. :<
<<OOC>> arcangel has it. What do you need?
<<OOC>> Jude says "Just need it in general."
<<OOC>> arcangel can send, hang on.
Jude's eyes go wide, and then they narrow again... still looking more squinty then dangerous. "Then why were you staring?"
<<OOC>> Jude izza total goof and a half.
<<OOC>> Aimee says "He wants to steal your soul O:)"
Mike snarls, "You were the one ranting about Judgment, creep!"
Mike snarls, "In *public*, on *Earth*."
Jude says "But Judgment is the holiest Word under God!"
Aimee pages: Trouble's a-brewin'.
Mike snarls, "Do I care? Let go *now*!"
You paged Aimee with 'Such a nice, peaceful Mall.'.
Jude resonates on him AGAIN. HA!
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Roll."
Jude thinks, "He's so mean about Judgment. I bet he's someone bad. Maybe even a CREATIONER."
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 5 3 CHECK: 1.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Mike thinks of himself as... apart from others. But he thinks that he's somehow better than Jude. Sort of."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "And his worst crime is running away from... somewhere."
Jude shakes him. "Are you some sort of outcast? You better confess."
Mike hisses, "I'm no outcast, idiot. I'm no *angel*." He spits that last word. "I have nothing to confess to -- but you're about to be guilty of harassment and assault!"
Jude says suddenly, "Oh." He ponders, and he says, "You should probably confess anyway. I'm sure _YOU'VE_ done something REALLY bad."
Mike says, "Then you're an idiot! Let go! Or I'll call for Mall Security!"
<<OOC>> Aimee | Mike's knee leaves a large, concave impression in Jude's groin "Let go."
Jude says "Hey, aren't I supposed to kill your kind? Like, send you back so that you'll stop HARMING THE HUMANS? HMMM?"
Mike hisses, "I'm not a *demon*, either. *Or* an ethereal. I'm *out of your jurisdiction*!"
Jude says "No one is out of my jurisiction. God is everywhere, and therefore so is his Judgment."
Aimee pages: I'd put this down as 'Not so good'
Mike draws in a breath and hollers, "HELP! GET HIM OFF ME!"
Jude thinks "Foo."
Jude lets this guy go. But he's sure he'll go off and be bad.
People start staring. Mike is struggling to push away from Jude. As Jude lets go, Mike backs away.
Jude points a finger. "All bad people get their's, eventually. You can count on it."
<<OOC>> Aimee chokes.
Mike points at Jude. "Look, you," he announces, in a voice clearly meant to carry. "I don't know what's with you, but you are *not* my type! So just back off. No means no!"
Jude says "Not your type?"
Jude is momentarily thrown off his game.
Some people hurridly walk away. Some look interested. In the distance, a radio hisses.
Mike says, "So don't grab me, guy. Just don't grab me, 'cause I'm not interested!"
Jude says "Hey, that's not how it is. This guy is bad! He's running away from his crimes!"
Mike says, "It's no crime to be straight!"
Jude says "No, but it is a crime to slander!"
People frown at Jude. A uniformed person is heading through the crowd.
Jude says "Judgment will find you! You can _bet_ on it."
Mike says, "You grabbed me, jerk. You grabbed me first."
<<GAME>> Arcangel rolls the d666 and gets 6 2 CHECK: 1.
Jude says "You stared. AND you're suspicious."
Mike is about to say something, then he catches sight of the security person approaching and starts running the other direction.
<<OOC>> arcangel | Harper . o O (Not *again*...)
Jude hrms, and looks over his shoulder.
There is a woman in a uniform there. It has a patch on it labled "Mall Security."
Also on the patch is the word "Harper."
<<OOC>> Tarot snickers.
Jude resonates on her.
<<GAME>> Jude rolls the d666 and gets 1 6 CHECK: 5.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Gimme a sec, here."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "She thinks that she has authority over everyone around her, but not life-and-death stuff. Other people regard her as an authority figure. Most people call her Harper. She comes from North America. She practices with guns on the weekends, and studies other languages. She is employed by the Mall Security and the ArchDean of the university. She is estranged from her family. She thinks that her most important relationship is her employment with the ArchDean."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Her worst crime..."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "...was to swear her soul to a demon, seven years ago, in return for corporeal power."
<<OOC>> Aimee says "Ut-oh"
<<OOC>> arcangel whistles innocently.
Harper asks Jude, "So what's going on here, kid?"
Jude just blinks.
Jude says "Wow."
Harper says, "Wow?"
Jude nods. "Wow."
Harper says, "Okay. Why 'wow'?"
Jude says "It couldnda been worth it, Harper. I mean, it's your SOUL and stuff."
Harper blinks.
Harper takes Jude by the arm, lightly, and starts steering him through the crowd. "Believe it or not, kid, I found that out."
Jude sniffs, as he's steered. "Well, everyone can be saved, I bet. Except for icky slimy nasty Shedim of the Game. They're just bad."
Harper rolls her eyes. "Everyone can be saved, kid. Even Shedim of the Game -- who are, you should know, the only ones who don't *have* to drag their hosts down with them."
<<OOC>> Aimee | Harper . o ( This kid needs a real serious kick in the ass. )
<<OOC>> Harper will get to that later. In private.
Jude says "Yeah, but they wave tentacles around. Yuck. I bet if you talked to a good priest or someone, they could get your soul back for you!"
Harper says, "That's already been dealt with. So why are you causing disturbances, kid? You a Virtue with fuzzy orders or what?"
Jude says "Nope. I'm just trying to enact judgment and clear heresy from the Earth so the human beings can live in a happy, just society with good, solid working laws."
Harper rolls her eyes. "Look, if you're supposed to catch up with the triad, they're currently on the 5th floor. You're *not* supposed to break the rules of the Mall about causing disturbances -- Symphonic or otherwise."
Jude says "Triad?"
Jude woahs. A real Triad. And on duty!
Harper says, "Yeah, triad. Fifth floor and working their way up. Are you supposed to hook up with them? Apprentice or something?"
Jude says "No... I'm just here to shop and mingle and check out humans and stuff. I'm supposed to be with my friend Greg. I left him over by the entrance. We're gonna get ice cream."
<<OOC>> Aimee says "Poor Greg."
<<OOC>> Jude izza GOOF!
Harper says, "Okay, then why don't you do that, instead of starting fights in the middle of the Mall? Because it's my job, if people get rowdy, to throw them out of the Mall."
<<OOC>> Jude izza GOOF!!!!!!!!!
Jude says "Oh." Then he says "
Jude says "Do you give them a good trial before sending them on the exile??"
Harper says, "Nope. If I see them harassing someone, or I get a complaint, or they talk back to me -- they're guilty and out the door they go."
Jude waggles a finger. "That's not very just."
Harper says, "It's part of the rules of the Mall."
Jude says "The rules are clearly put in place by the Game."
Harper says, "Nope, they're put in place by humans. And the ArchDean."
Harper says, "If you come into the Mall, then you have to agree to follow the rules, even if you think they're unjust. If you don't like them, you can leave."
<<OOC>> arcangel curses her dyslexic fingers. HarPer.
Jude says "Oh. But what if I encounter bad people?"
Harper says, "Then you yell for Mall Security. That's me. And I throw them out if they're being bad."
Jude says "Oh."
Jude hmms.
Jude says "Okay."
Harper says, "Good. Now, can I trust you to run along without accosting people and giving them the wrong impression of you?"
Jude says "I'm extremely trustworthy!"
Harper eyes Jude. "But are you a Seraph," she mutters. Then she claps Jude on the shoulder. "Okay. Just remember -- if you harass anybody here any more, I'll have to follow the rules of my employment and throw you out."
Jude says "Okay."
Jude nods. He's VERY trustworthy.
Harper nods firmly, then strides away, raising her radio to speak obscure numbers into it.
<<OOC>> Jude has to go.
<<OOC>> arcangel nods. Figures Jude finds Greg and shops...
<<OOC>> Jude says "YUP!"
<<OOC>> Jude says "And might even be good!"
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Any last poses, or shall I close here?"
<<OOC>> Jude says "Gotta close here."
<<Scene Stop>>
<<OOC>> arcangel reposts.
<<OOC>> arcangel will figure that Aimee has been adjusting to Daria as a roomie...
<<OOC>> Aimee plots.
<<OOC>> Aimee says "There is no way to adjust to Daria."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Okay, it's a fine day. The student newspaper reads, "JOBSAS MALL STAFF." The student newspaper lists sales at Mall stores. Daria is OutSomewhere. Shall Aimee take the obvious Plot Device and go to the Mall?"
Aimee marks off a few things on the map of the campus as necessary and writes some notes before checking the logistics report and sighing to herself. No money. The obvious plot device exposes itself as she goes through the paper looking for employment.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Busses run to and from Campus and the Mall. They are free for students, if you have your student ID. (You do.)"
Aimee grabs the paper, a small notebook and a pen and leaves the room, making sure to lock it as much as possible and wishing she were allowed to make small adjustments to the security of the room, before running down to catch a bus, flashing her ID and a smile to anyone who needs to see it.
The bus driver eyes the ID with bored eyes and does not stop Aimee from boarding. She finds a seat, and off she goes!
Aimee makes a few notes about the bus in the notebook, doing her best to write down its route, before realizing she can probably just pick up a map somewhere that has all that on it.
The mall is, naturally, a huge pyramid. Aimee isn't sure where all the crowds came from -- it's not *that* big a city! -- but there are crowds. The parking lot is full. Cars circle like sharks looking for prey. The doors into the mall are large, glass, and inviting.
Aimee is a bit leary of this place now. Something doesn't feel right. Sticking the pen behind her ear, she cautiously makes her way through the entrance doors.
Tarot pages: It's probably a good thing that Aimee's on the run from War - that's the _last_ person likely to report Renegades to Judgement, so the Triad shouldn't be looking for her personally, I hope... :)
<<OOC>> Tarot admires the paranoia.
The mall is busy and bustling inside as well, with all kinds of stores inviting people in!
Long distance to Tarot: arcangel smirks.
<<OOC>> Aimee says "A little paranoia goes a long way :)"
There are escalators and elevators, a map of the mall... It's pretty complex inside the mall, though. One could easily lose one's bearings and get lost if one tried to make sense of the inside and the outside of it.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "How did it get a branch off that way when it has a square footprint??"
Aimee holds her head a little. This hurts. And just decides to go with the flow, it'll be easier that way. She steps into some pedestrian trail and goes with the flow alongside the mall, looking out for any of the employment opportunities available.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Is Aimee looking for the Mall Staff job first, or just popping in wherever there's a "Help Wanted" sign? The Mall Staff job said to go to the Info desk, 7th floor."
<<OOC>> Aimee says "Mall Staff :) Much more coolness there."
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Escalators, stairs, or the glass-walled elevators in the center?"
<<OOC>> Aimee is worried when the GM asks you THAT question.
<<OOC>> arcangel looks innocent. "What question?"
Aimee heads for the elevator, as she reasons there's less chance of an assassination attempt.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Gimme a Perception roll, Aimee."
<<OOC>> Aimee rolls around laughing.
<<GAME>> Aimee rolls the d666 and gets 2 6 CHECK: 3.
On the fifth floor, the elevator opens to let three Men In Black on. They act like they're deaf or something, since they're waving their hands around without speaking. The thick-set one glances at Aimee for a moment, then away again. They ignore her.
<<OOC>> Tarot just snickers.
They get off on the sixth floor, purposefully.
At the seventh floor, there's a sign that says, "Information -->".
Aimee attempts to not hold her breath while the MiBs are there and makes a note to never use the elevator again before realizing that's pretty useless. When they leave and are far out of sight she smiles happily and waits for her floor, stepping out of the elevator and moving in the direction the arrow points.
There is a desk there. Behind the desk is a bored-looking young woman who is snapping her gum.
The young woman does not look up from staring at something in her hands, hidden behind the desk.
Aimee watches the woman carefully for a second before slowly moving forward and pulling the pen out from behind her ear "Excuse me?"
The young woman glances up. "Ya?"
Aimee smiles faintly "I..saw an ad in the newspaper. For 'mall staff' positions. I was wondering how I might go about applying."
The young woman says, "Oh, that." She rummages gingerly in the desk and pulls out a form, holding it with fingernails which are wet red. "Here, fill this out. Which job you looking for? We got janitorial, info-desk, telephone answering and I think Mall Security might be hiring." She says the last with a disdainful sniff.
Aimee raises an eyebrow and makes a mental note that this woman could be dangerous "Ah..mall security." she says as she takes the form "Thank you."
The young woman says, "No problem." She goes back to painting her nails. Aimee can see that there are chairs around that one might sit in whilst filling out forms.
Aimee decides that sitting is a good idea indeed and places herself in a chair positioned to watch the entrance while she can fill out the form.
There isn't a chair that can watch all entrances -- there's a staircase door to one side, and the place where the elevator came up to the other, and some other doors to yet a third side. Aimee could drag one into position, though, over in a corner near the wall.
Aimee decides not to be too strange and just takes a seat where she can watch the elevator. That's the most likely way any MiBs would come in. Then she takes a few moments to carefully examine the form for any questions which may be a bit awkward.
The forms have spaces for "Previous Employment," "Experience in [x]," and "Desired Job" information. They also ask for personal ID numbers (student ID acceptable), and, if student, what majors and class schedules.
<<OOC>> arcangel notes that, if Aimee wishes, she can *lie* about her previous experience, if she wishes. Though it might be wise to lie about how *much* she's had...
Aimee fills in everything except the previous experience, pondering that one a little and trying to determine how much she can put down before the security people start getting suspicious. Hmm. She mentions experience in martial arts, a variety of bladed weapons, crowd control, and security details. Tries to leave it as open to interpretation as possible.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Gimme another Perception roll, Aimee..."
<<OOC>> Aimee laughs herself silly.
<<GAME>> Aimee rolls the d666 and gets 5 1 CHECK: 4.
<<OOC>> arcangel tsks.
There is a tap on Aimee's shoulder.
<<OOC>> Aimee points at her wimpy perception "Not my fault."
<<OOC>> arcangel giggles and nods.
Aimee freezes and so greatly refrains from driving her pen into the hand of whoever tapped her on the shoulder. Instead, with a bit of control, she slowly turns her head, looking up.
There is a woman standing there. She wears a dark maroon that is almost black. Her patch says "Mall Security" and [you guessed it]" "Harper." She looks mildly amused.
Aimee nods slowly and smiles "Can I..help you?" She lets out a breath.
The woman says, "You want a job with Security?"
Aimee nods "Yes. I..oh, I suppose the secretary called you." She blushes faintly "I'm Aimee. "
The woman grins. "Call me Harper. You're going to need to work on staying alert, though, if you want a part-time with Mall Security. Unless you're going after one of the other openings as well, or instead?"
Aimee shakes her head slightly and sighs "Sorry. Do you mean the other non-security openings?"
Harper nods. "Do you have your heart set on Security, or are you just going for what's open?"
Aimee taps the center of her chest "My heart and soul lives in security."
Harper nods again. "Okay. Come on, let's get to HQ, then."
<<OOC>> Tarot | But my body goes on vacation.
<<OOC>> Aimee grins.
Aimee rises, sticking the pen behind her ear again "Alright. This is an..interesting place."
Harper grins and leads the way to the elevator. "It sure is. Busy, too. Especially with the new students coming in."
Aimee nods, looking about for MiBs carefully "It almost hurts my head trying to figure out the way around. Do people get lost here often?"
Harper pauses in front of the elevator and puts a key into the lock near the up and down call-buttons. The Up button starts flashing regularly. She answers Aimee, "Yup. And we have to show them the way out."
Aimee looks up at the ceiling "That must get tiresome after a while, but it's part of the job, I guess. How long have you been here?"
Harper says, "Oh, a few years now. Good retirement benefits, good insurance. Gotta be a full-timer for those, though." The elevator arrives. It is empty. Harper takes her key out of the lock and steps into the elevator, where she puts her key in a lock *there* and pushes the Lobby button twice.
Aimee steps into the elevator as well, peering carefully at Harper's actions "HQ is rather secretive, I guess."
The elevator descends. At the sixth floor, it passes the Men In Black, who appear to be arguing about something out loud (at least, their mouths are moving). It doesn't stop on *any* of the floors, Aimee notices. Various people give the elevator dirty looks as it passes them by.
Harper grins. "Authorized Personelle Only and all that."
The elevator sinks to the ground floor and does not stop. It slides into darkness. About two floors down, it finally does stop, and the doors open up into a starkly white hallway.
Harper takes her key back and leads the way.
Aimee grins as the MiBs are passed, snicking softly to herself "Of course. Still, this is far different than what I've seen at other malls."
Harper says, "So how many other malls do you know that have mibs running around it?"
Aimee pauses "Not many. Good point."
Harper grins cheerfully.
Harper leads the way down the corridor, heading purposefully for some unknown location.
Aimee grins back "Cool. Are we under the pyramid?"
Harper nods. "Yup! Headquarters. But don't tell anyone else."
Aimee grins "Trust me. I was never here, after all."
Harper half-turns and waggles her eyebrows. "And just watch out for our flashie things!" She pauses at a door. "Ah, here we are."
The security woman unlocks it and enters. It appears to be an office.
Aimee grins "Flashie things. Cute." She chuckles and steps into the office.
Harper perches on the side of the desk, and indicates a chair in front of it. "So, do I get to see the job application form you were filling out?"
Aimee takes a seat and holds out the application "I don't know. It might cause a shock to your very core. Be very careful handling such things."
Harper laughs and takes them, flipping through. "Okay, this'll do for the public records. Anything here that we ought to know? Campus Security is hot to get you, but we had a bet on that we'd manage first." She winks.
Aimee ohs softly and leans back, grinning "Oh, lessee, a bargaining session, huh? Maybe we should get campus security on a line." She shrugs "Well, not much. I'm a student, blah blah blah."
Harper nods. "And one who's sorta between jobs at the moment, in a manner of speaking?"
Aimee coughs politely "In a manner of speaking. College is a wonderful time to take one's time out in order to clear one's head."
Harper nods, straight faced. "I certainly thought so." She goes around and plops down onto the desk. "Truth, though, we could use some superhuman help around here. Those three we passed were the second triad this month, and I think there's something weird happening. Or," she amends, "weirder than usual."
Aimee nods slowly "Triad." and lets the word roll around in her mouth "Triad. Anything more unusual than more Triads than usual?"
Harper says, "Besides baby Shedim setting off Songs of Thunder in the public areas? Not that I've seen, but then, the triads don't want to talk to mere mortals working around here."
Aimee chokes a little "Must be a freshman." She nods "Well, I haven't heard too much from campus security and I'm in need of money. Being in-between jobs leaves one with an empty account. And I'd rather not work food services. Dear God." She shakes her head and shivers "Hey, maybe I can do both." She chuckles and nods "Yeah, I understand. The Most Holy are a bit Holier Than Thou."
<<OOC>> arcangel ponders how Harper turned into Hunter. What, girl, don't you like your name?
<<OOC>> H fiddles with her flashie thing.
<<OOC>> Aimee grins.
Harper says, "Heh. Well, if that lot over on campus can't make their move fast enough, we'll be happy to snap you up!" She fishes out a contract from the desk. "Here. It's got pay, hours, and the form to fill out that says you get work-credits."
Aimee takes the forms, looking over them and grinning "Bidding war. I'll let you know everything within a few days. And I'll work on paying attention better." She smiles "What is policy here concerning..erm..the non-mortal population? Especially the ones who say..sing Songs of Thunder."
Harper says, "If they're freshthings -- or otherwise under sanctuary -- we round them up, lecture them sternly, toss them out of the Mall if necessary, alert the ArchDean, and try not to hurt them. If they're causing trouble and they're *not* under sanctuary, we do what seems best." She grins. "Hey, we're more fun than the campus lot. We'll teach you how to navigate with Pyramid Power."
Aimee raises an eyebrow "Pyramid Power? That sounds like an 80s cartoon."
Harper shrugs. "Yeah, well. Sometimes this place can be that weird. So, anyway, go ahead and try to get a bidding war -- but remember, over there, you have to keep the sanctuary, automatically. Over here?" She grins. "We could toss that triad if we wanted."
Aimee grins brightly "I find that to be a very attractive thought for some reason. Just..umm.. out of curiousity. Let's say a Triad took interest in me. Hypothetically."
Harper chuckles. "Better than the Game doing it."
Aimee nods "Well, yeah, anything is better than that. But, what kind of protection does the Mall supply concerning others' interest in their employees?"
<<OOC>> Aimee is paranoid!
Harper says, "If you're working for the ArchDean, full-time or sworn, you're hers. They can't touch you unless you soul-kill an angel for some reason, and you'll have the best sort of attorney at the trial she can manage. If you're part-timing, unsworn, then we'll keep you out from under their nose and invoke the sanctuary clauses hard. The Mall's kinda disputed territory, but we dispute hard for our people. That help?"
Aimee nods "I see. I'm a bit paranoid, comes with the territory." She pauses "Sounds like there's a bit more fun here than at the campus, too. And a sporting goods store, which is always pretty cool."
Harper grins broadly. "And we get to carry the batons and the radios and don't have to give out parking tickets. But I'll let you try talking to Campus Security as well. Just remember, they owe us five extra-large pizzas if you go with us, and we'll share with you." Then, mock-seductively, she adds, "And that sporting goods store is a lot closer when you work here ..."
<<OOC>> Harper tries bribery!
Aimee hmms loudly, nodding slowly and rubbing her chin. She flips open her notebook and makes some notes about all of this inside it, along with things like "Don't forget the Triads." and "Pyramid Power..Ho!"
Aimee says "I especially like the part about not giving out parking tickets."
Harper grins. "So do I! It's a real mess over on campus, we hear sometimes. People forging parking permits, that sort of thing. So. Anything else? Or do I let you out to scope out our rivals?"
Aimee grins "That's all for now, but I wouldn't worry too badly." She pauses "Unless, of course, some massaging of the truth were done in the name of friendly rivally." She grins.
Harper looks mock stricken. "What, you doubt me? Shall I have to repeat all in front of a Seraph?" She stands up, though. "When you need to see me, go to Information again and have them page Security and tell them that Ms. deSota's there."
Aimee stands, grinning "Poor Seraph, don't torture it anymore." and nods "Okay. I'll be back within a day or two. Five extra-large pizzas..that's a lot of pizza."
Harper nods and heads for the door. "Yup! There's a lot of Mall Security. Not everyone gets to go down here, though. But we cut them in for pizza even if we don't tell them why."
<<OOC>> arcangel pokes Aimee's connection?
Aimee nods and follows to the door "Well, that's cool, although it probably freaks them out." She grins "I'll be in touch."
<<OOC>> Aimee needs to run for dinner :/
Harper grins. "Hey, it's fun." Harper escorts Aimee to the elevator, out to the ground floor, and then shakes hands with Aimee before she departs.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Final poses and we break?"
<<OOC>> Aimee nods.
Aimee has a firm shake, grinning and turns to the main door after Harper departs, checking over the forms for a second.
The mall bustles around her, unaware of the greater picture.
<<OOC>> arcangel says "Break here?"
<<OOC>> Aimee grins. Sure :)
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