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 Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:38 pm
Quote: [ JOB LISTING ] Fork Lift Driver
[ DIFFICULTY LEVEL ] gaia_star
[ TASK ]
Though not a glamorous job it is an important one at HQ, with the heavy forklift operators dealing with more than simply pallets of product. In the headquarters they also handle blocks of raw ore and steel, ferrying these to the metalworkers in the research shops behind the warehouse itself. Some horsemen prefer this line of work as it does include quite a bit of manual labour and climbing through the warm and lofty rafters in a reminiscent echo of the jungle.
[ MECHANICS ]
Roll 1d6 twice, each roll is half the day.
You spend a morning trying to figure out how the forklift even works, if you've driven it before you are on a model you've never even seen before.
You drive into a huge stack of boxes and are relieved to see that they at least were empty, you spend the day trying to tidy them up.
Things are very busy in the warehouse, you are rushed off your feet driving back and forth ferrying deliveries and before you know it is over.
Things are quiet for a change and you get a chance to sneak to the rest room to chat to your coworkers.
A secret delivery comes in a back door and is taken away by a group of Death horsemen in the direction of the warehouse workshops, you are thanked for your assistance.
You get into an awkward conversation with co-workers and slink off back to your forklift to try and forget the discussion.
[ 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:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:46 pm
The jobs weren't as exciting as they'd been, but Ollie's expression was still just as bright as he threw himself at them -- heading through the portal and bobbing his head in a cheerful nod as someone explained his daily task. Today, apparently, it involved driving a forklift. It was offered to him with a bland, almost apologetic tone. A "this is boring" tone that Ollie completely missed, and wouldn't have understood even if he'd seen it --
"I get to drive?" That was his true takeaway. He was still too young to have his driver's license, and too out of touch to even have his permit. Maybe he should get someone to take him out to learn, but for now, the forklift would suffice.
He hopped into it, grinning still, and was left with a very quiet morning in which he drove it in circles and worked carefully to figure out how it worked. Maybe he could have hopped out and gone to just chill in the break room instead, but what fun would that be?!
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and be blue rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 1:54 pm
The jobs weren't as exciting as they'd been, but Ollie's expression was still just as bright as he threw himself at them -- heading through the portal and bobbing his head in a cheerful nod as someone explained his daily task. Today, apparently, it involved driving a forklift. It was offered to him with a bland, almost apologetic tone. A "this is boring" tone that Ollie completely missed, and wouldn't have understood even if he'd seen it --
"I get to drive?" That was his true takeaway. He was still too young to have his driver's license, and too out of touch to even have his permit. Maybe he should get someone to take him out to learn, but for now, the forklift would suffice.
He hopped into it, grinning still, and was left with a very quiet morning in which he drove it in circles and worked carefully to figure out how it worked. Maybe he could have hopped out and gone to just chill in the break room instead, but what fun would that be?!
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He had to get out for lunch, to Ollie's immense disappointment. Instead of sitting down with the rest of the crew, he stood by the counter and devoured whatever he could manage, just trying to get back to work as quickly as possible. One of the older guys who worked there peeled off to chat him up, however, and it was immediately uncomfortable. Every question seemed to assume that Ollie was somehow in the states illegally -- every question was about where he came from and what languages he spoke -- and nothing seemed to quite convince him that Ollie had been born and raised locally.
With the food gone, he looked up at the guy, mumbled something vaguely apologetic, and extracted himself to go play on the forklift again, but maybe it was a little less exciting this time.
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