August Jobs!

[terminalmods]

Greetings, Citizens of Terminal Tokyo! This is your local Trailmon Job Agency doing its monthly rounds! We've a lot of jobs to fill and more people than normal. Hope none o' you youngins were out here for a vacation! Man-- I remember the good old days of running free, yes ma'am. Now my gears are all rustin' and it's a hard to get on chuggin'-- but never you mind all that!

Since there's a lot of new folk around here I best get'ta explaining, yeah? Beginning of the month or so we post a bunch of jobs. We Trailmon spend a while setting 'em all up nice and organized for you lot.

All ya gotta do is sign up to do it. Remember there's limited spaces for each, so don't be riding the slow'mon about it!

[[OOC MECHANICS: This is how it will work (we'll be doing it similar to gargleblasted). Each number needed will be listed and it's first come first serve. Each character is allowed ONE (1) job, so please don't go signing up for more than that.

To get the job all you have to do is respond! SIGN UPS CAN BE FOUND HERE! Please respond with the CHARACTER JOURNAL of the character you wish to sign up with!

This is where all interactions will be taking place. There is a section for each job, and you will be allowed to set up further things as you like in terms of dates and times and who you will talk to.]]

Comments

Feel free to poke him now or later during the day c:

[shoulderpads]

[Being stationed at the library accrued several advantages that came with the location. Namely access to significant amounts of the data the city had to offer. At least, in theory.]

[He'd arrived particularly early to pick through one of the books himself before beginning in the morning, only to find that most of them were full of runes he could not read(see: Japanese script). The first shock came at the fact that it wasn't automatically translated as he expected as a robot. It was almost like suddenly finding yourself unable to see a certain color.]

[Although he was a little dismayed, he figured that deciphering them would come with time, and kept a little pile of the books at a desk, next to Syakomon, who seemed content at flipping through and looking for pictures. Among them included a few Cookbooks and an English to Japanese dictionary - one of the books he could find with the human script he could understand. He had time to memorize a few of the symbols for the purpose of organizing the returned books before opening the building and beginning their day.]

[zerotosixty]

[When he found out there was a library in this place, Smokescreen couldn't help but be intrigued. It had surprised Trion, finding out that her partner was something of a book worm, but the surprise had only been brief.

She was quick to encourage him to check it out, happily leading him to said place so he could inquire about a job.

Which he got.

The place was pretty big and he couldn't help but be excited, wandering through the stacks when he came in for work, Trion following along after him with much the same look of awe. None of the books were in a language he could understand but, well, all in due time.

All in due time.

Rounding a corner, Smokescreen spotted a familiar human and perked up, heading over to where his commander was with Trion in tow.]

Need some help, sir?

[shoulderpads]

[Magnus turns around as he spots the younger man, holding two books in hand at the time. Syakomon was on a desk on the other side of the room they were in, flipping through pages of his own stack of books. The clam's armless and legless status leaves him unable to be of much use.]

[He gives Smokescreen a short nod as he asks the question, and partly in greeting.]

You can assist in reshelving these books.

[His right hand gestured to the cart of books he was standing next to. The limb was normal again, at least in the digital world, though it held heavy scarring.]

[zerotosixty]

Right, easy enough.

[He doesn't hesitate to move to the cart of books, though he does spare the other's arm a glance--briefly--before doing so, glad that the commander at least has full use of it.

Scooping up some of the books, more than he probably should of course, Smokescreen starts to move towards his first destination after a glance down at the book title of the one on top of the pile.]

Did you just start working here too, sir?

[Trion watches him for a moment then shakes her head with a quiet sigh, moving over towards where Syakomon was. She climbs up onto a seat and tries to peer at the book the other is flipping through, head tilting a bit.]

What are you reading about?"

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead had never seen these kind of places before and for the most part it confuses him--why go through all the effort of putting that information in those small packets of paper when you could put it on computer.

Curious the big teen wanders the library, adrift in a sea of words he couldn't possibly read. His hands went over them, flipping through the book's images and words. It was...strange, seeing everything before him without needing the push of buttons.

...and then Impmon had to do something stupid to disrupt his peace. The digimon scaled the top of a bookshelf, readying his diver pose.]

Hey watch this!

Impmon what are you--?

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[WHAM. Impmon tossed himself off the top of the bookshelf, landing on the floor with a solid and painful whump.]

...that could've gone better.

Impmon! Are you alright?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Once he'd gotten word that Magnus employed himself at the Library, Wheeljack took it upon himself to actually see just what the Commander was up to. And maybe You was a bit curious to see what was actually in there.

She scampers in first, sitting on her haunches as she looks up in awe at all the books. Where did you even START in a place like this? It was like a buffet...of KNOWLEDGE! Wheeljack seems less impressed. To him? It was the Iacon Archives--as boring as it always used to be.

When he walks in, there's a bag in his hand, with..you guessed it. Food. He had to carry it around with him now in case he got urges.

Lol what rule about no eating?]