Chapter 1 -- Job Hunting Chapter

[demon_syndrome]

[pen taps]

No matter how much I try, it doesn't make any sense. How could someone bring all these people here and wipe their memories just like that? Well no...it doesn't matter so much of how they did it, but why they went through the trouble.

There has to be some kind of explanation for this. I guess I'll just have to wait longer before I can find

Comments

[misterbluesky]

Hey, June. I'm Truth- I'm one of the greeters here, and I work as a medic.

Do you have anything you might be good at?

[demon_syndrome]

I wish I knew, but I still can't remember. I'm keeping my mind open for now.

[...] What's it like to be a medic?

[misterbluesky]

It's pretty stressful sometimes. I mean, we only have a few healers, so the rest of us have to do what we can for the patients. I've had people die on me before.

[demon_syndrome]

Ah, I see what you mean. You would have to be pretty dedicated to deal with problems like that.

I appreciate you and the others for working in such a job, but I, personally, will probably try finding something a bit more low-key in the stress factor.

[misterbluesky]

I don't blame you. You might want to check the market- sometimes places like the bakery or bookstore are hiring.

[demon_syndrome]

I'll keep that in mind. Small jobs may not be as high-paying, but at least they can give me some time to relax. I'll need that, especially if those strange stories I'm hearing about this place are true.

[misterbluesky]

Yeah, free time is sometimes a good thing around here, especially if you're just starting out.

Much as I hate to say it...you'll get used to it.

[demon_syndrome]

That bad, huh?

[misterbluesky]

Well, it's just that one one plans to stay here forever.

[demon_syndrome]

Stay here forever, hmm? I guess many people have simply settled on living here like this. I can't be sure if I'm one of them just yet.