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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[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.]

[trainsurdragons]

Mm..?

[Hiccup pauses in his own cleaning to glance at Wheeljack, before looking down at his leg with a small shrug.]

No, my uh....a good friend of mine, Gobber, made it. He taught me everything I know about building things.

[The boy says this with a clear fondness in his tone. It's obvious he's talking about someone he deeply cares for.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He listens, catching the expression on Hiccup's face. He's seen that look before. It's the way all of Team Prime looked to Optimus. And...well, maybe him to someone just as close. Once. Briefly.]

No kiddin'. Seems a shame, the state it's in now.


...

[He finishes cleaning the glass, shutting the door of the ice cream area before shaking his hands to get the feeling back in them.]

Bit of a mechanic, myself. Built my own ship and everythin'.

[Although the time period of Hiccup might lose the effect that has on the statement.]

[trainsurdragons]

...Really?

[To be honest, Hiccup isn't thinking about the ships Wheeljack is thinking of at all. The only ships he's ever known are viking ships, and that's definitely not what he means. Still, the boy is impressed.]

You built it all by yourself?...Without anyone else to help you?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Which will probably go without being addressed for a good while. At least they seem to understand each other to a point.]

Yep. Bulkhead helped, of course, but just us two.

I'm a mechanic--work a lot with machines.

[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.

[bigsoftie]

They like me...I think.

[Oh wow, FOOD. Don't mind if Leatherhead takes some, scooping up and tossing it into his mouth, snapping the remains in typical gator fashion. He has not worked out EVERY kink of being human yet.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Can't go wrong with that. What'd I tell ya? Doin' pretty well for yourself.

[He watches the strange eating habit for a second...before shrugging and continuing what he was doing. Kid's weird. So's everyone else.]

Maybe they *~*like*~*~ you~!

[You, no.]

[bigsoftie]

...what do you mean?

[Dear god You what the hell are you doing.]

[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!

[shoulderpads]

[Syakomon tilts his head back to look up at his partner with a really big grin.]

[Magnus's expression eases up as he meets with the little creature, simply giving him an approving nod.]

YES!

Make sure we get two spoons, guys.

[There's a puzzled raise of the eyebrows from the Commander, but he doesn't object.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[To be honest, Wheeljack was kind of surprised Magnus caved. He certainly wouldn't have done that back in the early days of the war. Not that he'd sacrifice the clam's ice cream to find that out. He heads to the container, getting the three scoops of Rocky Road, Fudge Caramel Swirl, and "Pink" (strawberry) respectively.

With that, he sets the bowl down, two spoons sticking out.]

There ya go, tiger.

[shoulderpads]

[Mochi glances at both of the spoons before revealing a large mouth full of terrifying fangs. It looked like he was about to devour the whole plate before a hand reaches down to take the cup from under him.]

[Magnus appeared to have confiscated the food, probably for what was about to take place. His partner deflates a little as he turns around.]

What'd I do?

Do not make a mess.

[He scoops a little bit of the ice cream with the spoon and offers it to the digimon, who happily sucks it in.]

[Right. Clams don't have arms.]