Waiting Room

[toooldforlosing]

Who: Raylan and Ruby (maybe others/NPCs later?)

What: Time for employment!

Where: The employment office

When: Givdi afternoon

Notes:

Warnings: Nothing so far!

Raylan had to accept, eventually, that like it or not he was going to need a way to pay the rent. He doesn't like to think he's anything more than a prisoner in Baedal, but he couldn't stay in the inn forever, and the bed and breakfast will eventually expect him to earn his keep.

As he fills out the stack of preliminary forms, however, he can't help but think he's a specialist who will be unlikely to find an opening in his specialty.

He glances at the other woman in the waiting area, as he pauses over a section. It feels oddly like being in the guidance councilor's office in high school.

Comments

[toooldforlosing]

"Not that I saw. Just looking for a couple suspects. You heard about the weird animals attacking awhile back?"

Without her gifts, he'd be hard to read, but not impossible; he's a man who's nearly always on edge, and used to hiding it behind easy charm and humor in most situations.

[pinkmoon.livejournal.com]

"Some," she confirms. "Is that what they were asking about?"

Ruby is intuitive on mundane levels, too, but that's a survival technique, not supernatural blessing. (Although she sometimes debates whether what she can do is that much of a blessing in the first place, that's neither here nor there.) She leans forward a little to keep the conversation just between them, wide-eyed, attentive. A touch unsure, like the possibility scares her a bit more than it actually does.

[toooldforlosing]

He shrugs. "They said they thought there were people behind it. Asked me to keep an eye out for a couple suspects. I gotta assume they did the same or similar with other people they questioned."

[pinkmoon.livejournal.com]

She nods, once, eyes lowered as she mulls that over. It strikes her as probably not the full story.

"Admittedly, I wasn't around for that, but it seems like the sort of thing actual people would have to devise."

[toooldforlosing]

"Maybe it was. Maybe it was even the people they were looking for. My trouble is I still had the quaint idea we shouldn't be held here against our will," he said, low.