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ph_logs2024-09-21 01:10 am
impostor_syndrome) wrote in ph_logs2024-09-21 01:10 am
[Semi-Open] Contractually itinerant, a dastardly predicament
Who: Purple & the crew of the Mipha's Grace, plus anyone they run into on the way there
What: Getting employed!
When: Middle of September
Where: Where the fishing boats dock
Warning(s): Not much to start off with
They're back here again, in the town everyone's dying to get into. It hadn't been a full year since the union scraped them off the pavement and sent them on their way, but it looked like less than that for Marrow Isle unless the planetary seasons were really slow. Early autumn instead of early summer. Honestly they'd thought they'd hallucinated the place while they were clinging to life; an isolated low-tech planetside town with a population that was overwhelmingly humanoid and yet totally fine with shapeshifters didn't make any sense. If it was a hallucination, it was a very detailed and consistent one, and Black – whatever her actual name was – hadn't explained one single bit of it when they turned up in her office for the second time.
Anyway, the tavern was nice and all, but sooner or later that free meal coupon would pick up a "we didn't mean it like that" if Purple kept cleaning out their supply of beef stew and chicken wings. They need a way to earn their own money. And it has to be at least mostly legitimate, since there's no underworld to speak of. Farming sounds boring, they're not good at arts and crafts, they don't want to deal with the performance anxiety that would go along with spending eight hours a day with humans putting their hands all over their body, and the town isn't desperate enough for doctors to not ask any questions about the qualifications Purple doesn't have. Joining the cops could be either brilliant cover or absolute suicide, but they'd have to spend a lot of time hanging out with insufferable people in both cases. That leaves manual labour on the local railroad or in a factory or something – they'll save that for Plan B – or trying out fishing.
They head to the docks.
What: Getting employed!
When: Middle of September
Where: Where the fishing boats dock
Warning(s): Not much to start off with
They're back here again, in the town everyone's dying to get into. It hadn't been a full year since the union scraped them off the pavement and sent them on their way, but it looked like less than that for Marrow Isle unless the planetary seasons were really slow. Early autumn instead of early summer. Honestly they'd thought they'd hallucinated the place while they were clinging to life; an isolated low-tech planetside town with a population that was overwhelmingly humanoid and yet totally fine with shapeshifters didn't make any sense. If it was a hallucination, it was a very detailed and consistent one, and Black – whatever her actual name was – hadn't explained one single bit of it when they turned up in her office for the second time.
Anyway, the tavern was nice and all, but sooner or later that free meal coupon would pick up a "we didn't mean it like that" if Purple kept cleaning out their supply of beef stew and chicken wings. They need a way to earn their own money. And it has to be at least mostly legitimate, since there's no underworld to speak of. Farming sounds boring, they're not good at arts and crafts, they don't want to deal with the performance anxiety that would go along with spending eight hours a day with humans putting their hands all over their body, and the town isn't desperate enough for doctors to not ask any questions about the qualifications Purple doesn't have. Joining the cops could be either brilliant cover or absolute suicide, but they'd have to spend a lot of time hanging out with insufferable people in both cases. That leaves manual labour on the local railroad or in a factory or something – they'll save that for Plan B – or trying out fishing.
They head to the docks.