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Margem closes her eyes and listens to the sounds of the lobby. She can hear the blue haired lady talking with the manager about a room and spa treatments. She can also hear the other lady's shoe tapping on the floor nervously. In the background, she hears a grandfather clock ringing out the time. She doesn't notice what time it is, however, so she checks her watch. It's not even on a quarter of the hour, so how can a grandfather clock ring out the time?
'Did I not get enough sleep last night?' the redhead wonders, yawning, 'It's possible... Maybe I didn't get enough sleep and am imagining things.'
She opens her eyes and decides to pick up a pamphlet about the restaurant and spa resort. She approaches the desk, sneaks a pamphlet from the desk and returns to the sofa. She skims over the material.
Prices are okay...They're quite decent, in fact. The Wiz Water sounds interesting, no doubt. Maybe if I get enough money somewhere I can try the Wiz Water.
'For now, however,' she sighs to herself, 'I have a bottle of water that is half full. That'll have to do.'
She returns the pamphlet to the desk. Sitting down, she takes out her water bottle and waits some more for either the manager or his helper.

Ess strolls towards the reception desk, twirling a strand of Platinum-blond hair in her hand. She notices a poster on the wall, with the words 'NOW HIRING' written in big, bold red letters. A small smile escapes her lips, and she looks around for the manager.
"Where's the manager?" She asks no one in particular. There were several people in the lobby, but no sight of a manager. Ess re-adjusts her expensive silver loopy earrings and flipped her long, platinum-blond hair back. Then, she pulled out a watermelon-flavoured lip-gloss from her Prada messenger bag and applies it twice. If she wanted a job at this gorgeous spa, she would have to look good for the interview.
Ess strolls towards the couches, and notices a redhead reading a pamphlet. Maybe she knows where the manager is, Ess thought, and sat down beside the redhead.
"Hey, hun, do you know where the manager is?"

Margem Okalwa lifts her head up as a lady enters the room. The lady asks where the manager answers and Margem points to the man talking to the blue haired lady. The blond lady doesn't see her motion, however, and moves towards her.
The lady sits next to her and restates the question.
"He's the man talking to the blue haired lady over there. However, he is busy right now," the redhead replies.
Margem studies the lady and notices that she is really dressed up, her outfit complete with silver-toned earings.
She bites her lip before tenderly asking, "May I ask, ma'am, why you are so dressed up? I think that your outfit is very cute. Where did you get your earings? They're lovely."

"Very well then, one spa therapy," here Anthony pulls out a long WS Spa Retreat Therapies Menu and a small golf pencil, "here you are, miss. Please check off the therapies you would like to have."
He hands the menu to her.
Leaving the "blue-haired lady", as she had yet to give him her name, for now as she checked off the therapies and the order she wanted them in, he walks over to the three people at the couches in the front lobby/waiting area.
Adjusting his tie brefly before starting, he walks up to the three, "Greetings ladies. Mr. Korrow, Owner. Anything I can help you with?"

A young woman wanders into the spa lobby, with a little boy toddling behind her. Judging from their relative ages, you'd tend to think that she's a very young mother, but their appearances didn't line up with this. She has spiky, chin-length black hair streaked sparingly with bleach, almond-shaped golden eyes, and a pale complexion, while he has light mousy-brown hair, freckles, and large grey eyes. The style of their clothes suggested she'd never entirely gotten around to shopping for clothing for her son, or brother, or half-brother, or perhaps adopted son. He wore a black T-shirt with "Katsuya Bar and Diner" stamped on it in white letters, with ripped-off sleeves, hanging down past his knees, and she wore a shirt with a message encouraging people to address her and not her bosom, baggy black trousers with large pockets and green star-shaped patches, and a backpack with various patches safety-pinned on. All in all, they didn't look like typical visitors. She flopped onto a couch, and helped the boy up next to her.
"Hamsa?" the child asked, looking at her backpack. "Hamsa no wike dark."
She grins. There's something catlike about her teeth. "Okay, Jack, Hamsa."
She puts her backpack on her lap and rummages inside it for a large, battered creature that doesn't entirely look like a teddy bear. It appears to be a hamster. The boy seizes his Hamsa happily and starts making it do a sort of dance, singing a song about how happy Hamsa is to be at a nice spa, and how happy Gyka is, and how happy Jack is, and how happy everyone in general seems to be. He pauses in his song, points at a young man in the lobby as if at random, and pulls on the sleeve of the girl- maybe she's Gyka?- and looks at the young man significantly.
"Wiz, wiz, wiz!" he sings.
The girl frowns. "I don't suppose you mean..." She grins. "Well, if he is in charge of this place, I can't talk to him now. We just have to wait."

Margem Okalwa, the young redheaded lady sitting on the couch, glances around the lobby before turning back towards the owner of the restaurant.
"Mr. Korrow, there are quite a few ladies here wishing for your attention," she responds, "The lady in blond was wondering if she could talk with you. This other lady wishes to apply, or so it seems. Also, this black haired lady just joined us."
She stands up before Mr. Korrow and says, "As for me, I was wondering if I received the job. If I did, may I get some training before starting to work? It seems that you have many visitors and more will be coming."
The redhead smiles and, picking up her backpack from the sofa, waits for Mr. Korrow's response.
Margem pauses, listening to the chatter around her. She briefly feels that she is in another time, another place...that she's been in a similar situation before. Mentally she shakes her head because she knows that she hasn't been in a similar situation such as this before.
The redhead stretches her hands and hears her knuckles crack.
She mentally winces thinking to herself, 'That's a bad habit that I should quit. However, whenever I wish to do something and know that I should wait, I crack my knuckles.'
Margem sighs, lifts her backpack higher onto her back, and patiently waits some more for Mr. Korrow's response.

"Well, Ms. Okalwa," Anthony started, turning to her, "You're hired, if you can, please begin right away as the WizStar's newest receptionist," he stated nodding to the front desk.
"Now, while we're on the subject, please, report to the front desk and ask for an application, after a few checks you should be hired, barring any unforeseen circumstances," he said to the blond-haired woman in front of him before turning to the young nervous looking woman.
"Hello, miss, anything I can help you with?"
He made a quick look around, noted the boy and what appeared to be his... mother? older sister? before turning back to the young woman before him, patiently waiting her answer as he pulled out a palm pliot, punched something into it, and put it away again.
As Anthony waited for an answer, a hidden door in the side wall opened up and a young woman dressed in a tayored bussiness suit came walking out, the door silently closed behind her as she made her way to the young woman and the boy sitting there in the lobby,
"Hello, miss. Welcome to the WizStar. Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked as the light shined off her name tag, "H. Hoshino".

The redhead Margem Okalwa nods and asks, "Mr. Korrow, do I need any specific training or stuff like that? I can work right away, if need be."

He turns briefly to her and says, "No training needed. You just have to book the spa treatments and direct people to their tables..." before turning back to the women and child.

"Got it, sir," the redhead replies and heads over to the front desk.
She finds the gate by the front desk and takes a spot on a bar stool behind the front desk. She sets her bag by her feet and looks around her.
'Cool... I got a job!' Margem thinks to herself as she glances around the lobby, 'Let's get this going!!'

Natsuko heard that The wizstar was looking for a Head Manager, and she was ready for the job. Natsuko walked around, looking for some one who can help her.
She walked up to the front desk, and asked, "Hello. I'm here to apply for Head Manager?"

The redhead sighs before saying, "You know what? Don't focus on such down emotions. It only brings you lower in your emotions and in your comments. Look at the brightside and you'll be able to comment and talk in more cheerful texture."

"I suppose your right it could be worse right?" the warrior hoped that things would not get worse. He enjoyed haveing a friend to talk to.

"Yeh, but don't focus on it. That always helps a lot," the redhead agrees nodding.

"True." the warrior says, gald to know someone to help him be less depressing "Are there any main courses in the retaurant that don't have hamter in them?" he then asks, both genuinely wondering and wanting to keep the conversation going.

"Hamter? You mean hamster?" Margem asks, a twinkle in her eyes.
She shakes her head saying, "No main courses without hamster in it. However, there are rice and drinks that you could have if you don't like or are allergic to hamster."
"Are you really hungry?" she asks her companion, raising her eyebrow in question.

"No, I was just wondering. I'm not allergic to hamster I'm just used to them being pets, not meals." he says, pondering the peculiar selection at the restaurant.

The redhead nods saying, "That's what I first thought when I stopped by, but it might be an interesting flavor."
She stretches her legs and arms before smiling and saying, "I suspected that you meant hamster, but I had to ask. I just couldn't resist the tempation."

"Yes, I thought so." he says, nearly falling out of his chair for some unexplainable reason.

The redhead frowns at the elf and asks, "Have you not learned your lesson about sleeping yet? Have you forgotten to sleep lately? What did I say last time we met?"
She finds the room listing, slightly surprised at the amount of rooms open. Taking a quick look at the list, she finds a small one person room nearby that is not being occupied.
"Do you want a room, Mr. Ownage?" Margem asks, lifting her grey eyes to the elf.

"No," he says, "I didn't forget. I haven't left town yet, but no, I don't have a room." The elf then blushes at the fact that he exposed his nearly falling as clumsyness.

The redhead sighs and says kindly, "I understand that you haven't left town yet and that you don't have a room. However, my question for you is this: do you want a room? We don't want you hurting yourself accidentally from being too tired."

"Yes," he says, noticing the concern in his friends voice "That might be a good idea."

Margem Okalwa nods and searches for the keycard to the room she booked Mr. Ownage for.
"I'm glad you note my tone of concern, Mr. Ownage. I don't want a repeat of the last time we met, what with you almost about to pass out."
She finds and hands the keycard over to her friend saying, "It's right around the corner. Can you find it yourself or should I walk you to your room, like last time?"

"I should be able to find it by myself," he says, laughing to himself. He laughed because he knew that there was one thought of his that the red head did not know about.

Once again, as so many times before, the redhead raises her right eyebrow in question, "Mr. Ownage? Are you okay?"
To herself, however, she notes that she likes his laugh. It's cheerful and upbeat, though not heard often. 'A diamond in the rough.'

"Yes," he says 'I'm fine" He notes that she once again sounded concerned.