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[sime_channel]

Suzi Darley is sitting at a table, waiting for her trip to Quinn's world. She's knitting, because she does that, and on the table next to her is a sign.

It is a big sign. It was written with a glitter pen. It says:

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[callitavesper]

Uh.

That thar's a lot of glitter.

James Bond, who was just going to settle in the fireplace with a book, catches sight of the sign and stares a few moments before he realizes that maybe the sign is saying something besides "Hay, I r sparklee!"

That, and it's next to a woman he hasn't spoken to in a long, long time. He's torn between asking if security is hiring and asking how the heck Suzi's been. So he approaches Suzi and settles for option B: "Evening, Suzi."

[sime_channel]

"James!" she beams at him. Yes. Even the words are beaming. This is, after all, Suzi Darley. Then she tosses herself into her arms for the same reason. Suzi.

She does these things, you know.

[callitavesper]

Bond's lucky he's strong enough to not fall when friends randomly hug him. "Hey!" he calls out with a laugh, wrapping his arms around Suzi. "Happy to see me, are you?"

[sime_channel]

And Suzi is light. It works. "Uh huh. You're my friend, James. I'm always happy to see my friends."

[alorn_bear]

Belar, who happens to be moseying by, glances over at the sign. "Wow," he says. "Where did you get the sparkles?"

[sime_channel]

"I asked Bar for something that would draw attention." Suzi knows Belar, too. He gives the best rides ever.

He also gets a hug.

Suzi would probably try to hug the Predator if she knew her.

[alorn_bear]

He's good with the hug, and he's happy to hug back. "Well, that sure worked," he says. "When did you start working for Security, anyway? I keep missing stuff around here..."

[sime_channel]

"Um. About when I was briefly bar tending? Just one night, doing that. Um. Archie needed someone and I need more to do and they need more Security or rather we do so I offered to do that because nobody can lie to Sime about why they want to be on staff so it'd make that part a lot easier?" Sometimes Suzi's explanations leave much to be desired. Like sense.

[schrute_space]

Dwight once again has found himself in Milliways through the portal in the Staples backroom. Because he was in the middle of a sale, he is intent on returning immediately so he turns around...

And spots the sign on the wall. At first, he is taken aback by the use of glitter. Glitter, which is for nine-year-old girls and Kelly Kapoor, is not in any way appropriate for use by a security team. They should inspire fear in people. They should use red ink. Or blood.

Or fire.

Still, it was evident his help was needed here. Eschewing the glitter pen, he pulls his own pen from his pocket and, clicking on one of the colored tabs, writes:

Dwight Schrute

Underneath his name he includes two email addresses, his home phone number, his cell phone number and his pager number. He's not sure if they'll work over such long distances but it doesn't hurt to be thorough.

[sime_channel]

...Suzi looks at them, anyway. She knows what a phone number is! Also a cell phone, and home. The rest of it makes no sense at all. Still, she politely says, "Thank you, I'll schedule an appointment for you."

[schrute_space]

"Thank you," he says, just noticing the woman now. His eyes skim over the tentacles and he wonders if having those helps with apprehending criminals.

He sticks his hand out to shake hers, adding, "I'm looking forward to working with you."

[sime_channel]

"I haven't hired you yet." Suzi says mildly, "But I look forward to the interview." Baselines are weird.

[dontloselight]

Cloud inspects the sign, in all it's glittery glory, and decides to put his name down.

Cloud Strife

It looks odd in glitter, but ... there it is.

He needs a job, and he's pretty good at protecting people.

[sime_channel]

"Thank you." Suzi says cheerfully, "Interviews will start next week and run for two weeks."

[dontloselight]

Cloud turns to Suzi and nods politely.

[sighteddancer]

There is a yautja in the corner in the rafters, repairing a strap. Blasted plant defenses; air-launched thorns get through even yautja hide.

Signs? She can't read 'em. Glitter? Actually, she can see it! Thermal energy shines off metal, so the sign is twinkling at her. She watches people observe it; then, when the space is clear, she crosses over, swings down and studies the patterns.

Upside down. Invisibly. However, she does rattle thoughtfully after a moment.

[sime_channel]

"You're rattling." Suzi says cheerfully. Sight isn't her primary sense, zlinning is. Mostly what she's getting is WEIRD THINGY, but Milliways does that to her a lot, "Can I help you?"

[sighteddancer]

"So are you."

There's no good way to describe in words what a yautja voice is like. Maybe if one were to start with "booming" and work deeper from there.

[sime_channel]

"Well, yes, but I'm knitting? It's sort of a side-effect." She points out, still cheerfully, "Can I help you?"