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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 7:22 am
Quote: [ JOB LISTING ] Bank teller
[ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_star
[ TASK ] Crane would like to see your skills. In order to do that, he requires you to perform a four hour shift as a bank teller in one of the quieter branches of the building.
[ MECHANICS ] Please roll 1d6 to see how well you do at Bank of X this fine day. You may only try this once.
1 - You do relatively well, but you don't do anything special. Crane seems to think that you may have potential, but he seems disappointed that you didn't take the initiative when you should have. ( fail )
2 - You do so well that Crane is almost startled by how adept you are, which rarely happens. He gives you a rare grin of satisfaction, as well as a clap on the back that indicates just how well pleased he is with your work. Maybe you have a future calling here at Bank of X... ( pass )
3 - Your work suffers because you're too nervous to perform correctly, mostly due to the fact that Crane is standing over you, observing silently. He doesn't come straight out and say that you're terrible, but...you're pretty terrible. ( fail )
4 - There are a few mishaps, including one where you mistake the vice president of the company for a janitor. Whoops...well, maybe he should have dressed better. Still, surprisingly, Crane seems amused by this, rather than put off. Maybe you didn't do so terribly after all... ( pass )
5 - You are very quick and thorough. Maybe not amazingly talented, but you do good work and Crane seems to think that you could do more with your time if you put your head to it. Needless to say, he's very satisfied with your work. ( pass )
6 - You mistakenly try and work at the loan counter instead of the regular counters. Crane is deeply disappointed at your complete lack of ability. ( fail )
[ UPON COMPLETION ]
 +1 Raffle Ticket (you can only claim a MAX of 3 per player this way!)
+5 Currency
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and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 7:23 am
Ever hadn't yet been to the bank. Hadn't much had interest in being to the bank, honestly, it sounded stuffy, and boring, everyone talking in quiet tones that echoed awkwardly over smooth floors. Still, it was an experience he'd never had before, and so with a gusty sort of sigh, Ever hauled himself out of the Dusk and into the human world to take on whatever task they might put him to.
"Bank Teller" wasn't a term that meant anything at all to him. Ever's experience with currency was a new thing, something he was still starting to understand, different from the trade he usually indulged in for supplies. Training wouldn't have gone amiss, would have been extremely helpful. Instead he was thrown into the deep end as some kind of -- test? -- to see where his skills lay and just how well he could serve in this position.
The answer: not very well. The echoes of the place threw him off, left him uneasy. Waffling and uncertain, he circled the building in search of the desk that was meant to be his and then sank down into a deep, soft chair, his fingers working over its arms. It seemed surprisingly comfortable, surprisingly nice, for a first timer.
No one noticed his error. It meant that when someone came in for a loan, he was the agent they were plopped in front of: blinking at the sunglasses on his face in a bit of confusion, their eyebrows knitted together, maybe just slightly concerned. It got worse when they had to explain to him what a loan was, and why they wanted one, Ever nodding very seriously and completely without understanding.
"So you want something. For free." He didn't get it. Fortunately, before he could do more damage, someone showed up to relieve him of his position, and the clothing he'd been given while he worked there, to send him out of the bank. He was a liability.
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