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[thedandymancan]

*There is a bored looking young man with blue hair sitting at a little booth outside the mess hall and flipping through a magazine. A banner is slung around the front of the booth and reads 'apply here'. Feel free to bother him.*

Comments

[raepyourwords]

What exactly are we applying for?

[thedandymancan]

*giving you a look over* I need a muse.

[raepyourwords]

A muse? An artiste are we?

[thedandymancan]

Of sorts.

[healingcock]

Apply?

[thedandymancan]

*sizing you up*

[healingcock]

What.

[thedandymancan]

If I were doing a men's line, then yes.

[povertyprincess]

Hi! Did you get lots of people yet?

[thedandymancan]

Not yet, I've just now set up shop.

[povertyprincess]

Then I've gotten here before it got really crowded. Sweet!

[thedandymancan]

*pulls back an extra chair* Take a seat, you can help me judge.

[thedandymancan]

It's a trap.

[thedandymancan]

I was talking about you, actually.

[missmiracle_gro]

...are you hiring chefs?

[thedandymancan]

I'm searching for a muse, actually.

[missmiracle_gro]

You're a writer?

[thedandymancan]

A designer, actually.