Death Seven: I ALREADY HAVE A JOB YOU KNOW

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[Filtered to Slugger]

MIGHT I HAVE A WORD WITH YOU?

[Fail!Filtered to Susan/everyone hears this. If you do pick up the phone the voice isn't so much "heard" as it just appears in your head.]

.....I RECEIVED A PHONE CALL FROM THE TOWN THIS MORNING. APPARENTLY I AM SUPPOSED TO BE A HISTORY TEACHER. 

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[likescats]

.....

[Okay, so maybe that filter didn't work.]

...HELLO?

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I'M SORRY. I BELIEVE I FILTERED THE MESSAGE IMPROPERLY.

[zombee_slayer]

...The hell? Who is this?

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....

MY NAME IS BILL DOOR.

[See Susan. He's learning.]

[zombee_slayer]

You're shiting me right?

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......

I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE QUESTION.

[Filter]

[strike_you_out]

A word?

[Filter]

[likescats]

IF YOU DON'T MIND.

I SAW YOU HAVE A NEW HOUSE GUEST.

[Filter]

[strike_you_out]

...Yes. [Not particularly thrilled.]

[Filter]

[likescats]

WHAT DID YOU THINK OF HIM?

[peonymarket]

Ahhh, Bill, that really is quite unsettling...

[likescats]

APPARENTLY IT IS THE WAY THEY HAND OUT JOBS HERE.

IT'S QUITE ODD.

[peonymarket]

Ah- no, I mean, hearing your voice in my head.

But yes, being given a job like that is exceedingly strange. Why teacher of histronics?

[likescats]

OH, YES I SUPPOSE THAT MIGHT BE ODD.

I'M NOT SURE. I KNOW THE HISTORY OF MY OWN WORLD. NOT THIS ONE.

[istheatmosphere]

I recently got a phone call as well. I'm supposed to be a florist.

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THEY HAVE A RATHER ODD WAY OF GETTING PEOPLE TO WORK FOR THEM.

[istheatmosphere]

And an odd way of choosing in what capacity.

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DO YOU NOT WISH TO BE A FLORIST?