THE CATSCRATCH CLUB - NOW HIRINGWe are currently hiring for the following positions. Please see Helen or write your name below if you are interested
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James had only been on the island of Tabula Rasa for a short time. Long enough to find out Jessie and Meowth had not beaten him ashore and, in fact, were not even on this island. A fact, he was having a little trouble believing. What he really needed, apart from the rest of his team, was a disguise.
He just happened to be at the compound when a beautiful woman was putting up a notice. James was not like that twerp kid, the one without any eyes, who always hit on the ladies. He preferred to be focused on his job. And Jessie would have killed him if he'd acted like that. Instead he focused on what she'd posted.
"The Catscratch Club!" he read aloud to himself. "I bet Meowth would approve of us working there." In his head, he was having a vision of Meowth.
'James, you should work at the Catscratch Club. I approve of you working there,' the vision told him.
"I knew it!" The bigger question was which job did he want to take on. He could be a doorman, a waitress (or a waiter, whichever), musician obviously. He could probably even dance, but somehow that seemed like something that required the entire time, or at least Jessie. Bouncing was out. He wasn't built for that sort of work.
"Helloooo," he greeted in an almost song with a friendly smile. "Excuse me, ma'am, are you the one hiring for the Catscratch club?"
"Sure am," Saffron replied, reminded of Priestly by the guy's vividly colored hair, not so much by the bubbly enthusiasm. She offered her hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Helen, the owner. Were you interested?"
"Yes, I was," he said, drawing out some of his syllables so he sounded unnecessarily dramatic. "I see that you're in need of a doorman. Well here I am. James, at your service."
He took a dramatic bow and wished that he'd had a rose on hand.
He was very dramatic, in an endearingly silly kind of way, and Saffron suppressed the urge to laugh. "That's great!" she exclaimed, beaming; they'd needed a doorman for a while now. "Would you be willing to take the Monday-Wednesday-Friday shift?"
James gave a delighted squeal and then composed himself again. "That depends. What are the hours? How's the pay?" All of which didn't matter even if he had a clue how the island's economy worked.
"We're open 8 pm to 2 am," Saffron answered. "Monday through Saturday, but you'd only need to work the three nights, unless you wanted to work all six, of course. As for pay, well - I'm gathering you're new?" He had to have been, or else hadn't really talked to anyone since arriving.
"We don't really have much of an economy here, just a kind of mix of bartering and volunteer work. The club's patrons 'pay'-" she sketched quote marks with her fingers on the word pay- "in community service hours, which they work off by doing odd jobs for the club or the club's employees. So, it's kind of volunteering, working there, unless you need work done."
James took a moment to pretend to consider her offer.
"Well the pay stinks, but I like you. And maybe I'll need some work done so there's always that. As for which nights, I'm willing to cut into my beauty sleep and work all six nights. At least until you get someone else."
"You've got a good eye for new people," James continued, having not really listened to much of anything the crazy inhabitants of this island had been trying to tell him. "I'm James. I usually do this whole dramatic entrance thing with music, but everyone has their off days, right?"
"Excellent, James, you're hired," Saffron said. She had a feeling Xander would be happy to hear the news.
"Well, that tends to happen after being here almost four and a half years," she replied with a wry smile. New folks tend to have a certain look about them."
James was delighted to hear that he had a look. "Dashing with a hint of sophistication and professionalism, I hope," he supplied, hoping to guess what kind of look it was that he had. Not so much guess, but suggest that the look he felt he had was the look she saw in new folks, or at least him. Professionalism, obviously, because of the uniform.
"As soon as you'd like. Tonight, even, if you want," Saffron replied. "Just come on over about fifteen minutes early so I can explain to you what you'll be doing."
"Excellent!" he said with a small squeal. "And the Catscratch Club is ...." He started pointing in all sorts of directions, hoping that she'd help him out.
"Easy to find," Saffron supplied. "Take the main boardwalk path that heads directly south from here, and it's about halfway to the beach on the right just a bit down a side path."
He just happened to be at the compound when a beautiful woman was putting up a notice. James was not like that twerp kid, the one without any eyes, who always hit on the ladies. He preferred to be focused on his job. And Jessie would have killed him if he'd acted like that. Instead he focused on what she'd posted.
"The Catscratch Club!" he read aloud to himself. "I bet Meowth would approve of us working there." In his head, he was having a vision of Meowth.
'James, you should work at the Catscratch Club. I approve of you working there,' the vision told him.
"I knew it!" The bigger question was which job did he want to take on. He could be a doorman, a waitress (or a waiter, whichever), musician obviously. He could probably even dance, but somehow that seemed like something that required the entire time, or at least Jessie. Bouncing was out. He wasn't built for that sort of work.
"Helloooo," he greeted in an almost song with a friendly smile. "Excuse me, ma'am, are you the one hiring for the Catscratch club?"
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He took a dramatic bow and wished that he'd had a rose on hand.
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"We don't really have much of an economy here, just a kind of mix of bartering and volunteer work. The club's patrons 'pay'-" she sketched quote marks with her fingers on the word pay- "in community service hours, which they work off by doing odd jobs for the club or the club's employees. So, it's kind of volunteering, working there, unless you need work done."
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"Well the pay stinks, but I like you. And maybe I'll need some work done so there's always that. As for which nights, I'm willing to cut into my beauty sleep and work all six nights. At least until you get someone else."
"You've got a good eye for new people," James continued, having not really listened to much of anything the crazy inhabitants of this island had been trying to tell him. "I'm James. I usually do this whole dramatic entrance thing with music, but everyone has their off days, right?"
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"Well, that tends to happen after being here almost four and a half years," she replied with a wry smile. New folks tend to have a certain look about them."
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"When do I start?" he asked, grinning happily.
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