August Jobs!

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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.]]

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Frigimon's Ice Cream Shoppe

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[If there was one thing Wheeljack liked doing in his new human form, it was eating. So getting a job not only was a way to make money, but it meant that you could eat on the job and totally not get called out on it.

Or rather, that's what he thought. Frigimon more-than-likely didn't share that viewpoint, and probably everyone else that worked there, but if the customers were leaving leftovers, he was just putting the rest to good use, you know? No wasting food.

Besides, it was already paid for.

Most of the time, Wheeljack's either helping out a customer (which is quite a sight-- a battle-scarred middle aged man in an apron serving ice cream) or leaning over the counter, casually eating a small bowl of the stuff. You is usually with him, draped across his shoulders like some kind of Digimon scarf. Usually napping or eating some herself. Girl was getting quite the appetite. And she had one to start.

Employee of the Month, everyone.]

[trainsurdragons]

[Ever since Wheeljack started working at the Ice Cream Shoppe with he and Arcee, Hiccup noticed that it was rare to find a time when he didn't have himself elbows deep in a bowl of ice cream. Not that he blamed him at all- ice cream was good. Like, surprisingly good. The young viking may or may not be nursing his own addiction to the treat, but has yet to tell anyone so.

With a soft chuckle he hobbles around the edge of the counter, moving to tie his apron a bit tighter around his waist. Without a new leg yet he's still having some trouble getting around, but he knows he can manage. Can't buy new parts for a new leg if you're flat broke.]

Enjoying yourself there?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It was a hard thing to resist, for sure. And if he HAD to refuel at least three times a day (definitely more with Wheeljack's metabolism), might as well cut out the middle man and do it at work!

He notices the leg, though, and...the fact that it's got a lot to be desired. His 'chewing' (if you can chew ice cream) slows, giving a soft smirk as his gaze turns back to the kid's face.]

'd by lyin' if I said I wasn't. You holdin' up since ya got back?

[trainsurdragons]

Mostly. Haven't fallen apart yet at least.

[He chuckles, lifting his leg and giving it an experimental bend. While it doesn't hurt like it did before, it's still not in the best shape in the world. It squeaks loudly with every step, and sometimes causes him to stagger as it threatens to completely rust through and fall apart. He can only hope he'll land somewhere soft when that happens.

Hiccup eyes Wheeljack's bowl of ice cream while he moves over to wipe down a table nearby. Fearless sits over at the window, working on cleaning them instead of opting to actually serve ice cream.]

I should have enough to buy parts for a new one...soon enough. I missed a lot of work last week, so-

[He gives a nonchalant shrug, moving on to the next table as he does.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He had to give the kid credit. He didn't look like much, but he somehow had longevity on his side. Sturdy, despite all appearances. He studies the leg again, knowing full well what injuries like that were like. Wreckers had those every other day.

He sets his bowl to the side for a moment, grabbing a cloth to clean out the inside of the scooping area. Might as well chat while doing work, instead of the silence of doing it later.]

You make it yourself?

[Speaking of You, she scurries down off him, and over to the window, to assist Fearless if needed. She didn't like hanging around if that cold door was going to be open.]

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead, due to Impmon's urging to do SOMETHING other than chill in his bathtub, went out in the city. Seems Impmon wanted Leatherhead around more often--not all up in his face, but at least where he could hear the big guy if something went wrong.

But you know, going out among strangers isn't so bad when you see a fellow Wrecker out there, eating some fruit. He could go in and talk to him, right?

...it was so weird how he could go into human places without causing a commotion. He almost got used to being human.

Impmon is the first to walk in and give the mandatory greeting, however.]

Nice scarf, you got one in my size?

Hello, my friend. That is just Impmon's way of saying hello.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[At least Impmon is getting you out and about, Leatherhead. Wheeljack wouldn't state it, but I'm sure somewhere on the inside he's proud of you. He sees the young guy walk in--I mean, who couldn't, he's a giant--giving a smirk as he tosses a towel over his shoulder.]

Hey, kid.

Hey, loser.

How've you been holdin' up since the castle?

[bigsoftie]

[Leatherhead gives a little smile as he straightens up his posture. Impmon scoffs at You. Fine, be like that.]

I have been sitting in my room with Marley and Elizabeth.

...it is strange, not needing to hide.

That's one of the few things not weird, am I right?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[His smile is met with a little smirk in return. His hand extends, offering the rest of the leftovers as he goes to start wiping down the counter. Guess he should actually do his JOB.]

Makin' friendly, then?

Good to hear.

[neverputincharge]

[After the chaos and the fighting for last month or more, it's a nice break to get back to the mundane jobs they had to do.

Bulk's been wiping down tables, customers could be such a mess. He comes back behind the count to toss the rag in the sink or where ever they go. He moves over to where Wheeljack's leaned on the counter.]

Heh, what flavor ya got this time?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Downtime had it's ups, even Wheeljack will admit. As hyperactive as he can be sometimes, just doing simple, menial labor had it's perks.

Wheeljack was technically supposed to be cleaning the counter off, but he'd get to that in a minute. Right now, he's cleaning up what people left.

But at the question, he looks down at the cup in his hands, letting the latest bite melt in his mouth.]

...Pink.

[shoulderpads]

[Wow why is Ultra Magnus here. Ice cream sounds way too fun for his taste, so what gives?]

[Well, look a little lower at the clam sitting on the counter, and it'll all make sense.]

[The Syakomon(now named Mochi - it was his choice, not Magnus's), had been quietly going through dessert cookbooks all day at the Library and insisted they give it a shot.]

[So with Magnus getting a little downtime, he agreed to indulge this clam thing's weird ice cream craving.]

Burger Man!

His name is Wheeljack. [>B[ swear to god with this fukin seashell]

....Yeah! Sorry.

Can you list the flavors you have today?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack freezes when Ultra Magnus walks in. Like he got caught doing something he shouldn't be. Granted, that is just what's happening. But it's not like Ultra Magnus has the power to fire him over it. So...he'll just keep eating. There's no customers at the moment, anyway.

His gaze lowers down to--oh, hello there Syakomon. There's an eyebrow perk at that name.]

Hey shrimp.

[You seems to wake up at Mochi's voice, tail swishing slightly at both Magnus and the clam's arrival.]

Finally! Some friendly--...faces! Let me just pull up the flavours for you!

Go for it. You've been dyin' to do it all day.

Okay, so we got sherbert, vanilla, chocolate, rocky road, caramel fudge swirl, fruity bonanza, and--

Pink.

[shoulderpads]

[Magnus didn't see where Wheeljack got the ice cream from, though it's obvious from his expression that he doesn't approve of him eating on the job.]

[Especially if he's eating the food he's supposed to be trying to sell >8(]

[Nonetheless, it doesn't evolve into anything more than a stern Ultra Magnus stare. Breaking the ice was Mochi with his cheery presence.]

Can we mix pink, caramel fudge swirl and rocky road?

[You could practically hear the smile in the clam's voice. He was expecting a big serving of ice cream.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Oh he notices that face. And it only makes him smirk as he finishes up that little cup. Stern-Magnus-stare is not very effective...

He hears Mochi's request though, smiling widely at the Commander.]

Whattya say, chief? Gonna let your digithing mix it up?

You know how to pick the best choices!

[robotfightclub]

[If you happen to walk into the ice cream shop on a day Arcee's working, you'll be pleased to know her habit of yelling at customers has dwindled down some. No, she still gets mad at people who refuse to finish their frozen treats, but lately she's just been too tired to care. It wouldn't be out of the question to find her half asleep at the counter.

It's not laziness, honest. She's just been training. A lot. And not just her Digimon, oh no, her schedule lately was changed to include personal training for herself. Arcee has always been a muscular lady, and as such strong by human standards. But...human standards aren't Cybertronian standards and she's been craving more.

As one can guess where I'm going with this, she's been pushing herself too hard. Thankfully it isn't killing her work too much, she still has Sprocket to cover for her when she falls. ...Not literally, of course. I said she's only half asleep, she hasn't completely lost it yet.]

[neverputincharge]

[Oh Arcee, you need to rest more. Bulk's certainly noticed the tiredness, specially when they're training.]

Hey Arcee! Heads up!

[He's also noticed her leaning on the counter looking tired, during one of the times not many customers are coming in. So he's sliding a cup her way on the counter, with two scoops of a blue and pink ice cream, and a spoon of course. Maybe a sweet treat will help perk her up.]

[robotfightclub]

[Well it certainly grabs her attention, that's for sure. She looks at the cup, then up at Bulk, then back at the cup. She can see what he's doing, the colors sort of give it away, and the gesture doesn't go ignored.]

What's the occasion?

[Of course she says this as she scoops it into her mouth. She's a graceful eater.]

I'm not paying for that!

[neverputincharge]

Nah, I'm payin' for it.

[Of course he's paying for it, Frigimon wouldn't appreciate him not paying. But he's got his own cup of rocky road as he moves to the counter.]

No reason. Ya just, I dunno, looked like ya could use a little cheerin' up. [He points at hers with his spoon.] Plus, thought it was cool that one looked like yer colors. [He scoops some rocky road into his mouth.]

Her colors?

Yeah, she was blue with a bits of pink when she was a bot.

[robotfightclub]

[She holds her spoon out like she's making some sort of point.]

FYI, they're still my colors. I think I've been doing a pretty good job keeping the blue and pink theme going.

[The spoon goes back into her mouth.]

...Could probably use more pink. Everything's so gaudy, though...

Since when were you a fashionista?!

Hey, there's no rule that says you can't look good and kick aft at the same time. Not my fault no one else has figured that out yet.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack's noticed Arcee's been slipping a little. He couldn't blame her, either. He wasn't exactly pleased with his own strength at the moment, either. Not that he'd lecture her on getting more rest--because honestly, he'd probably hate that himself. But that didn't mean he couldn't check in.

He slides next to Arcee, holding a small cup of ice cream. Did he buy it? No. But it wasn't going to eat itself if a customer left it.

His 'chewing' slows as he glances at her starting to nod off.]

Hey. You hangin' in there?

[robotfightclub]

[She gives him a quick glance as she currently props her head up with her arm as it rests on the counter.]

Barely. Why?

[WHAT'S IT TO YOU?]

I just want this shift to be over.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[There's a soft smirk at that answer.]

What, I need a reason to ask?

Just that you've been burnin' both ends of the fuse lately.

[robotfightclub]

Well what do you expect? This world wants me to be in both tip top fighting condition AND able to make enough currency to keep myself and a tiny animal alive. Not to mention they force us into bodies that get tired pretty fragging easy.

Yeah, there's gonna be a problem with that.