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Marlin hadn't beeb planning to actually be the one to run the booth, having figured that his father would be the one to do it as store owner. He'd only found out pretty last minute, ironically after calling up his father about something else.

Still he'd done his best with the best with the space he'd been allocated, having errected a small garden pavilion over it. He'd fancied it up though with the help of sone of the guys from the amateur theatre group, going with a leaf and tree theme in attempt to make it look woodlandly.

Marlin had brought a couple of fairy costumes over which he'd put up on display and to complete the theme had dressed up as an elf. It probably looked a little out of place, but they were a costume shop - what better way to showcase it than to go with a costume theme.

It had been pretty quiet to start though, with Marlin pretty much stuck by the desk which had the shop name flamboyantly emblazoned in gold lettering across the banner that he'd pinned to the tablecloth. It was no where as flamboyant as the casino boooth that he'd spotted though.

He looked up from the chair he'ld settled into as a voice addressed him, a cheerful smile on his face "Hi there, well as you may have probaby guessed Fancy a Change is a costume shop. I'm Marlin - I guess you can say I'm the acting Store Manager."

A slight pause for breath and then he continued "The job would pretty much be shop work - some till work, checking the stock and making sure that the shop stock on display is kept neat and good customer service is a must because we're retail and poor costumer service will hit sales." Fancy a Change wasn't a chain store, they were an Independent and the goodwill of their costumers went partway to ensuring they continued to sell.

Jude had been wandering; head in his hand and a notebook open in front of him, he'd been so focused on the tapping of his pen against paper, the neat rows of characters, that he hadn't even realized Po was there until she offered his mouth. Her voice was like a lightning bolt through him, straightening him immediately. The book slammed shut. His journal, then.

"Uh. Huh? Oh." He looked around the place; slow, to his eyes. People too busy running around in the sunshine or something to waste their time trying to get a job. He didn't voice that. "Um. I don't know. There was one guy put his name down, but...well...I don't know."

The name was, obviously, fake. The resume had the word 'butt' on it about two hundred times. Jude showed it to her.

"Well -- " Jude hesitated, looking around the place again, quiet and uncertain. In truth, he'd objected to this idea anyway, inwardly wondering who the hell they could find at a random job fair. There were part time positions now, yes, but he thought it wiser to post signs in windows, to entice regulars in to the fold instead of hunting elsewhere. Maybe, if he'd voiced this opinion, his boss would have agreed.

Maybe, eventually, he'd have the guts.

So, now, he floundered, between sitting here and waiting for people he didn't even really want to potentially fill out more bullshit resumes, or to leave with a hot girl who always seem to have something fun to do.

Responsibility warred with youth, and for this once, youth won.

"I could...I could probably just...there's a box, I could leave a note..." Slowly, he flipped to the back of the book and tore out one page, folding it in half between his fingers to write in crisp, clear lettering:

Please leave all applications in the box to be reviewed.

Everything on the table was disposable anyway. No one would miss him.

It was rebelliousness that made him go along with her, leaving only the sign in his wake, cheeks a bit flushed. The eschewing of responsibility, for once in his life. It felt good. And horrible. He'd get over the horrible.

"Ice cream, too, maybe." Hesitant, but then he went with her, out the door.

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That got a pause, a blink -- a difficult question, obviously, and one Veer had to actually think about. Missing the better part of a year of television made it difficult, meant that his references and memories were well out of date; add to that that mostly the television he watched was anime and...well. When he cited an animated hottie, people tended to get weirded out.

"Uh." So. Old favorites then. He floundered for something, anything, as he punched in information, and then his expression clicked. "Felicia Day, maybe."

Was the Guild even still on the air? The fact that he hadn't checked yet made Veer go guilty, shaking his head and trying to think more. "Or, uh, oh, maybe Jenson Ackles. Never go wrong there."

He looked up, at that, offering the tablet back, and flashed a grin. "What, do I get customized half-naked eye-candy?"

Unlikely, that looking at the mediocre turnout -- Veer shook his head, grinning at Leo again as he took a step back. He'd put his name in the hat, and maybe, as an insider, he'd get a recommendation from his superiors. He was pretty sure Quinn would vouch for him.

Pretty sure, but not certain.

He waved and went, stealing a pastry off a table as he went to eat on his way.

Jessie watched as the young man shifted back and forth uncomfortably. It seemed like he was just as nervous in this setting as Jessie would have been had she been in his place. When she was younger she had issues with speaking up and when she did rambling on and on so she smiled softly and waited to see what the young man would do. Besides she still didn't like public speaking which is what this felt like.

"Thats great. What types? Favorite Authors? Do you have a book that you would recommend to others?" These were all pretty standard questions she asked her potential employees so she fell back on them. Since the young man had not yet asked about a possession Jessie was a bit on a loss as to what to do. They were at a job fare so it was logical that he was looking for a job but it wouldn't be the first time that Jessie was wrong by thinking about the logical solution.

Despite staying for a while, the event was still running by time Marlin finally started to pack up his stand. He didn’t see the point in staying right down to the wire. It had been pretty much quiet all day and he wasn’t anticipating a huge influx of people suddenly coming in.

Besides only one person had shown even a vague interest and Marlin wasn’t sure the other actually wanted the job.

As he carefully packed away the last of the display costumes, Marlin mused on what to do with the rest of the day. It was too late to realistically open up the shop for what was left of the day which meant that he suddenly had an afternoon to himself – well he would once he finished packing everything where it should once he got back.

It didn’t take long for him to settle on what to do, with an afternoon up on his balcony puttering about with the tomato plants sounding like a much better end to what was left of his afternoon.