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[asklepios]

Who: "Vanessza Bernát" and Lucius Malfoy
What: An encounter in a bookstore.
Where: ...a bookstore.
When: After Christmas.
Notes: One day Benny will wear a color.
Warnings: None as yet.

Benevenuta has always enjoyed the wintertime for the things mortals and immortals alike to choose to mark (or not), but modern celebrations are still a relatively recent introduction to her life; watching their invention by the Victorians was one thing, but reemerging in the late forties to discover that they were apparently 'ancient' had been a cute moment. The point being, it doesn't much bother her to go without and after she's sent out her small gifts (Ayse got a bigger jar, of whiskey and apple jelly) and sifted through the jewelry box that arrived for Catenrat (she needs to buy a better lock for it, she thinks), she's more or less done for the season 'til New Year's and unconcerned about it. She'd call her father, some years, but not every single one and it isn't so strange to be mostly alone.

There's any number of clichés about her kind, that way.

So, in hat and gloves and coat with sensibly flat shoes, she's investigating the offerings a bookstore that is not currently in the throes of a post-gifting sale (it's quieter than some others which are, and she doesn't feel the pressing need to get up close and personal with everybody who wants a copy of the latest Baedal publications) and carrying her scarf in hand, sifting through the history section with a few titles already under her arm.

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[studious_snake]

Who: Jay Nagai and requested NPC
What: Jay is trying to find a job
Where: Employment office
When: Two o'clock on Misdi
Warnings: None

Once he'd found the employment office, Jay went inside and sat down, waiting for one of the employees to finish up whatever work they were busy with so he could speak to them. Having never been to an employment office before, and certainly not one in a place like this, Jay didn't know what to expect. He didn't have much experience, and wasn't sure if that mattered. After all, it was impossible to verify any experience he may have, anyway, which wasn't much. He'd only had college and a few co-ops.

Fortunately, the clothes he'd arrived in were nice enough. He had freshly washed them for this, of course, and had bought other clothes while there, but the black slacks, dress shoes, white dress shirt and tie seemed to be an adequate way to dress to come here. He felt like he was as ready for this as he conceivably could be, and now he sat, hands folded in his lap, glancing around while he waited, looking over at the slightest bit of movement.