[The feed turns on and there's none other than Eridan Ampora with his arms across his chest staring right at the viewer. He's still without his cape, so he's just in his usual sweater with the purple aquarius symbol on the front, and his dumb blue striped scarf. However, behind him certainly is a giant, floating, white seahorse. Fancy that. Also, anyone familiar with Spock's residence may notice that he's there instead of his own place. ~Hivvemates~. His eyebrow quirks upward after a full second or so, as if maybe trying to figure out what to say, but eventually he does speak.]

So I'we come to the conclusion that I may need a more stable means a income. Recently I hawe more or less emptied my coffers a beetles, so to speak, in a purchase that was downright necessary and I rather myself a steady income.

[He leans in, his folded arms pressing onto the flat surface of the desk as he leans on them, effectively bringing himself closer to the camera.]

Now, before any a you pink-skinned animals come to me giwin' me some sorta peasant work, I ain't interested. Plain and flippin' simple. I am willin' to lower myself to work for the juulan, but I ain't about to demean myself in some way fuckin' awful. I'm a prince, and I will be treated accordin'ly. And as such, I expect dignified jobs worthy a my expertise and standin'.

[One hand raises to cup his chin, his fingers curling against his jaw and cheek.]

So, consider this my way a beseechin' you employers out there. If you need any additional information about me, feel free to use this to giwe me a questionnaire a sorts, or whatewer it is you need.

[It is pretty dang obvious that Eridan knows near to nothing about how hiring processes work. The way Alternia did things was he just sorta... pillaged what he could. Made sense, made use of what he's good at.]

I figure I may as well go this diplomatic route - despite diplomacy newer quite bein' my thing - considerin' the other way may leawe a few a you dirtscrapers a bit sore an' sorry, so consider this just a fraction a my magnanimity, so don't go spittin' in my face an' makin' me regret it. I could always go for my first choice an' do things Alternian style, after all.

[Yeah. He lets that threat linger there for a few good moments, even a bit of a 'try me look' into the camera, before he settles back into his seat, arms freshly folded over his chest again.]

I'm waitin'.