Hiring

[forge_fire]

There is a sign up on one of the tables near the doorway, and another near the stairs upstairs. Both say:
Now Hiring
Blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metal-workers, technicians, engineers for assistance on various projects in out-of-bar location. Excellent salary (based on experience), health benefits available (just ask), and bonuses

Comments

[sighteddancer]

This is a sign.

Signs always lead to interesting things, which is why Christine caught the rafters firmly with her feet and swung upside down to regard the sign.

It doesn't say anything she can read and she can barely differentiate paper from ink since she's looking in the thermal spectrum, but she's found investigating the sign is always the first step.

[forge_fire]

"Over here."

A voice, like the roar of a forge fire and the clang of hammers, the shifting of magma beneath the earth and the flicker of flames... all at once. Sensation as much as sound.

[sighteddancer]

This?

This is an intrigued pred. Witness the instant pivot, tension springing into view through her body for the first time as she pulls head and shoulders around, letting go with her feet and catching at a different angle before she drops far. She's found the speaker before he's done with the first word. It's not just the ability to triangulate, it's that he's the god of fire and she sees in thermal vision, and from this angle she can see him in the booth.

Oo. Bright. Shiny. It's like looking at a ship engine, all contained.

Staaaaaaaaaaaaaare.

[forge_fire]

He just sort of waits for her, pointing towards the other side of the booth.

[sighteddancer]

Cre'hktdi answers the bidding of the brightest thing around. There's a lot of tables between them, so: shift of feet the other way around, snap and sway of her lower body--and then she launches herself up and at the next rafter, catching it and pulling herself to crouch on it. From there, it's a few short jumps to the booth, and she drops easily into the aisle.

Christine's way of pulling up a chair? Snap the back off, and then crouch on it, weight on her toes. Stupid chair backs are always in the way.

Bar's reaction? Bill her for another chair.

[forge_fire]

"Can you understand me?"

He's checking.

[sighteddancer]

"Yes." There are human words, but the voice is resonant and far deeper than a human's. Rolling sounds, clicks and rattles, surround what she says, or lace through the words. "The bar translates."

[forge_fire]

"The sign reads as follows:

"Now Hiring. Blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metal-workers, technicians, engineers for assistance on various projects in out-of-bar location. Excellent salary (based on experience), health benefits available (just ask), and bonuses included. Entry level positions available (will train).

Please contact Hephaestos at the booth in the corner."

He points to himself.

[sighteddancer]

It takes a moment to circle around this properly; for a moment she's hung up wondering what entry-level positions will train.

"Engineers of what?"

[forge_fire]

"Many things. Different things. Depends on the circumstances."

[sighteddancer]

"I have the Hunt foremost." There's a deep reverance to that word. "But I make some of my armor. I maintain my filter, visual, recording, and targeting systems. I repair my ship and keep it in order. I could work; I do not have the knowledge to be an artisan yet."

Because, well. You hunt until you can't, either from death or injury. The disabled Blooded become artisans or technicians, the disabled Unblooded servants. It's a rough society in many ways.

[forge_fire]

"All parts of my work," he admits. "If you require money for things here, or are interested in learning more."

He nods.

[sighteddancer]

"While I am here, I can do this work. Outside, I have a path to follow."

[forge_fire]

He nods.

"Understandable."

[sighteddancer]

"When you have a task, tell me what it is and I will tell you if I can do it." They're realists. "I have a tab. I have not much bothered with money." Sometimes they use an equivalent, usually not. "Something towards that would be of use to me."

[forge_fire]

"Fair enough. And you would be welcome to learn from me if you have the time."