Pounding the Pavement

[chaseandoldlace]

Who: Chase and Clarice
What: A day of job hunting has only one proper reward:cookies.
When: Early Afternoon, April 7th, 2012
Where: Starting at Sweet Lady Jane, then around town
Rating: Low
Status: Private, Incomplete

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[chaseandoldlace]

The moment Clarice exited the bakery, Old Lace went from sniffing the base of a nearby lamp post curiously, to paying acute attention to the sack in Clarice's hand. Chase nodded.

"Just watch your fingers," He warned as a pair jaws lunged out swiftly, snapping the cupcake from her hand in a movement that was as powerful as it was precise. It as gone in a single swallow, Old Lace grinning toothily at Clarice as they walked down Main. "Oh, yeah, getting spoiled today, aren't we?" He sighed, "Don't get used to it, if I can't find I job, we're royally screwed. Uther may be able to get by without much money but I don't have his ability to live without basic cable....One thing LA never lacked: low level thugs to beat down for fun, profit and the occasion civic duty. Got one more stop before I officially give up." He nodded off town towards the airfield where an ancient radio tower jutted into the sky. "Apparently this place had it's own fm radio station once, wanted to see if any of the equipment was still serviceable." He grinned rakishly. "How does '10.21WYRD, Weird Radio sound for a place like this?"

[never_blink]

Clarice's breath caught just as the teeth snapped, and there was a faint sparking of pink around her fingers, gone so quickly it was barely noticeable. It was the only sign of a flinch she gave. Whether her power could have saved her hand if Lace's aim had been off was up for debate, but thankfully this time it didn't matter. She still opened and closed her fingers a few times as she lowered her arm, as if to make sure they were all still there.

"It sounds fitting. Would you really be able to rebuild the radio tower?" She knew about his facility with technology, but that was a big project. "What would you do with it?" Thinking about it reminded her of Troy and his love of music. Given a radio station, he probably would have made it all showtunes, all the time, and been happy as a clam. The image made her smile a bit sadly. The iPod he'd given her was still tucked in a pocket of her bag.

She pulled her thoughts back to the present. "Are you sure you're done with your job search for today, though? I don't want to keep you, if you want to visit more places."

[chaseandoldlace]

Chase had lived with too many girls in his time to miss that smile and it's implications; hell he was pretty sure he looked like that every once and a while thinking about Gert, but if Clarice didn't follow up with an explanation, he wasn't going to press. His experiences had taught him at least that much.

"I think the Stein Bus could help, and I worked at a radio station in Malibu for a while....until my jerkass boss turned half the city into zombies by making a deal with somebody Nico's parents used to know." That was where he drew the line--Chase had accepted the fact that like most shock jocks Val Rhymin was out there but zombies as a publicity stunt crossed a threshold even he tried not to think about. He paused a moment when Clarice asked what he'd do with the station though, he'd been day dreaming about it all day, was the problem. He shrugged, taking a bite out of one of the muffins thoughtfully.

"Well, it couldn't be a normal station, could it?" He mused, "Especially if I was trying to cater to everyone in town-- as much as I've been trying Uther still hasn't moved away from Medieval Revival Ballads I didn't even know that was a thing until he started asking me about music," Chase shook his head bemusedly. Acclimating him to the 21st century was so much easier and so much harder than it had been with Klara. There was almost no telling what the young king would or wouldn't understand. The appeal of Van Halen and The Offspring was taking a while to sink in, much to Chase's dismay. "But nah, your not keepin' me an' Lace, why, does that have a destination other than your fridge?" He asked, pointing to the boxed tart Clarice was carrying.