A great job opportunity!

[grizzlyland]

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[devilwentdownto]

He stares at the sign posted on the fridge.
Wha' tha?

[grizzlyland]

|| Stops in the middle of making another posting as he notices Will taking interest in one of his signs. He shrugs and considers that he might as well tell him. Maybe the Southerner knew something about grease monkey work. ||

A job posting. You lookin' for a job?

[devilwentdownto]

He glances over.
Ah... maybe. Can' hurt ta make some money... Wha' kinda job?

[grizzlyland]

I'm not allowed to release the specifics to those who are not already part of the job. The general idea is that you'll need to be able to build a machine and take a gun apart and put it together differently.

You up to it?

[perpetua_gem]

{Rap rap rap. There's a newcomer to HQ. Which means that Ada's coming to his room with a dish of potatoes Vesuvius (basically mounded mashed potatoes with melted cheese and bacon in a 'crater' in the center).}

H-hi? A-are you ih-ih-in?

[grizzlyland]

|| Oh, shit. That tiny, stammering voice. For a moment, he considers pretending that he's not around. But then he reconsiders. There was no one around but Idaho. If he screwed up, no one would notice but her and he was pretty sure he had a few ways to get her to keep her mouth shut. ||

|| Eventually, he made up his mind and answered the door. ||

Hi. || He's only able to stare down at her. || You don't look like a mechanic.

[perpetua_gem]

I'm n-not. I'm j-just... t-trying to be f-friendly.

{She offers the dish to him, smiling. Familiar? This guy? Hardly.}

[grizzlyland]

Oh. Right. || He stares at the dish, before reluctantly reaching out and taking it from her. || I haven't eaten for a while, so this is...acceptable.

|| At least his inability to give compliments followed him. Staring down at the food and seeing his neighbor again, he feels a slight pang of guilt for what his project entails. He starts to look depressed, but immediately corrects with a snarl. ||

You people and your fuckin'...welcoming shit. How long 'til I go home?

[show_me_rivers]

Ignoring the "Must know when to shut up" part of the note, he hurries over to the new guy's room as soon as he finishes reading it.

I know how to shoot a gun and fix a tractor! Does that count?!

[grizzlyland]

The Southern fucker. || He mumbles and springs to action, wedging a chair underneath the door handle and finding and loading his gun. He stood a few paces away from the door, shotgun aimed right where he remembered Missouri's head would sit. ||

That doesn't count! Go away!

[hortugur]

Surtsey... ?
[ Reykjavík can't help knocking, being a rather new arrival she wouldn't have expected to find another Icelander around. ]

Halló?

[ooc: I couldn't help breaking her out.]

[grizzlyland]

|| Someone asking for him by name? Well. That was new. He had put his "name" on the sign, but most people forgot it by the time they had reached his room, it seemed. ||

Yeah, what? || He opens his door and stares. || Here for the job?

[ooc: AHA! Oh, yes. An Icelander. :D ]

[hortugur]

[ Strange. ]
Fyr..fyrirgefðu, þú ert Surtsey já?
O-or if you prefer English, you... are you Surtsey? The island near my home country?

[grizzlyland]

|| The language spoken by the stranger immediately puts Surtsey on edge. When she continues to say he's a neighbor, he suddenly feels sick. He had thought this plan was foolproof! ||

Uh...yeah. Let's go with English, for now. I don't like sticking out if I don't have to. || She doesn't seem too terribly worried that she doesn't recognize him, so maybe there's a chance to clear this all up. It's too bad he has a terrible time making up excuses on the spot. ||

Of course I am! || Yelling at her was probably not the way to go. || You don't even recognize me?

[talktodahandeh]

[ And who so happens to chance upon one of those papers? One very happy Michigan, that's who. There's two very important factors that appeal to him, and might as well be the only two words on that sheet: mechanic and guns. The shutting up part is overlooked. It's not one of his abilities, but he was born for the other two.

So he prances strolls up to the room and knocks on the door, grinning like an idiot. ]

Hello~! Anybody home?

[ooc: And guess who is lame and not going to tag until Sunday night. :| This was just a very Michigan-ish opportunity. |3]

[grizzlyland]

|| Fantastic. Another enthusiastic fellow happened upon his sign and didn't bother considering all the requirements. Surtsey opens the door anyway. Might as well give him an answer so he at least leaves him alone. ||

I'm sorry the position's been filled. || Oh, he doesn't recognize this guy. It was probably better to not risk it, though. || By people who can keep their yaps shut.

[ooc: At least you fulfilled your Michigan-ish duties. We shall wait until Sunday to finish. :D ]

[talktodahandeh]

[And he's still grinning. He's too enthusiastic to get that he's not wanted at the moment.]

Oh, I'm not noisy or anything! And I'm an awesome mechanic and guns are pretty sweet and-- [And he continues to ramble on, talking a little too fast to properly understand. So much for not being noisy.]

[ooc: Michigan duties fulfilled with great success! :Db]

[grizzlyland]

|| He is decidedly annoyed by the enthusiasm of the other man. ||

|| The more he rambles, the more agitated Surtsey gets. || What the fuck do I have to do to get you to shut up and leave me alone?