01/02. a questionable sense of humor.

[icingkills]

Before any of these disastrous curses that I've been hearing so much about hit, I really ought to find a job.

[The text that follows is one part job application, one part test of the deities' reactions, and one part terrible joke. Enjoy.]I worked for the British Foreign Ministry in my world--that means I'm a diplomat. I'm not terribly sure how to

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[justasystem]

A public relations office?

... I think that would be wonderful, if it really worked.

[icingkills]

I'll do my best.

[justasystem]

I've spoken with the deities before...

It's not- I mean. It's not unheard of for them to listen to us, so.

[icingkills]

I've heard of trades, but not of listening to us.

What are they like?

[justasystem]

It can happen... well. It's definitely rare.

I spoke with Mister Jamf. He's very intelligent, and... admittedly, confusing. But he's not cruel. At least- he wasn't to me.

[icingkills]

Maybe less rare, if they listen to me now.

So the...scientist, according to the guides.

[justasystem]

I hope they do.

Yes. He's called the Professor by some of the other deities.

[icingkills]

How quaint. I wonder if I'll get a chance to speak with him.

[justasystem]

I know Miss Sabine is also on the network... and a... Bertol, and Mouse... I've seen the others, but not spoken to them.

[icingkills]

Who knows? Maybe I'll speak to several of them.

[justasystem]

I wish you luck.

[icingkills]

Well, thank you very much.