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[Lydia turns on the feed looking nothing but business. Her hair and make up are done and she is holding a notebook and pen as if prepared to take notes.]

Okay.

I've had enough of sitting around, feeling sad, and dealing with everyone's teen-slash-young adult interpersonal drama. Somehow, I've ended up the girl everyone goes and cries to in my friend group. Definitely never asked for that.

So time for a job. Stark and Wayne are the big employers on the turtle, of course, but I need just a little more information before applying [Actually Erica told her about both Wayne and Stark but... who needs to bring up those who have left?]

Since I haven't seen any recruiters hopping about, I need a representative from Wayne and Stark to come and report their current projects, hours, competitive rates of pay, benefits including but not limited: paid vacation, 401K benefits, sick days, dental, and yearly bonuses.

As for my resume, I'll let my 5.0 GPA and graduate level Calculus speak for itself. Just drop me an equation. Or for chemistry, give me access to a lab and I'll show you what I can do.

[She taps her pencil against the console and then sighs.]

On top of a job, I need some recommendations for something to do around here. When your hobby is shopping and you have extremely limited funds, shopping ends up being much less fun than it used to be. So if anyone wants to come over and teach me knitting, I won't say no. Oh, the doors that boredom will open.

skybluejeep

[Stiles, already a big believer in layers, is wearing two sweaters, a jacket, a scarf, and even though you can't see it, has his blanket draped across his lap. He looks like what a cartoonist believes appropriate cold weather clothes looks like. Or, no, he look like Randie in A Christmas Story! Yes.]

Okay, why is it cold as balls right now? I'm from California. I'm not used to this. This is completely unacceptable. If I wanted to live like this, I'd move to freakin' Alaska and cuddle up with a polar bear. I'm going to get frostbite. Things are going to start falling off my body because of this, I know it.

Bryn, I'm calling out sick for the duration of this because if I go outside I'm going to drop dead. Of ice. I'm going to turn into an abominable snowman after all, and this time it won't be a joke.

Petition to make the turtle swim to Tahiti, sign below, thanks.

unobtainableredemption

[Even though he had been shown how to use the console in his suite close to 5 times now, Kaine still finds himself fiddling with it when the feed turns on. There was a reason why, after buying him a laptop (with Kaine's money) and multiple attempts at teaching him how to use it, his friend Wally just accepted the 3 AM visits whenever Kaine needed to run a simple Google search. But the clone was desperate, and now here he is.

How desperate, you ask? Well, he's currently wearing an over-sized, tacky "I <3 NY" souvenir t-shirt and an expression that's a cross between a pout and a scowl.] Where can I buy a normal shirt? I'm down to this one and there's no way in hell I'm wearing it again. [A pause.] For the record, by "normal shirt" I mean a t-shirt or something along those lines. I'll take a jacket at this point too.

[He shifts in his seat, discomfort pouring out of him as he tugs at the hem of his comically large shirt. He hates asking for assistance, but he's been searching for something for a couple days now and keeps coming up empty.

His face turns to a scowl again when he adds:] And to the person who took my good shirt--you know who you are--I want it back. Take this one.

[He pauses after that, as there's something else he wants to say, but doesn't actually want to say it. The thought of asking it causes him to grit his teeth, and the beginning of it comes out like a growl.] I'm also looking for a job. Something like a bouncer or a bodyguard... [Glances down at something off camera.] I'm, uh, good with my hands, and not that it matters here but I'm fluent in four languages.

[With that, he's officially gone past his comfort zone and he attempts to quickly turn the damn thing off--key word being attempts. He lets out a slew of curses, and right before he finally manages to turn it off, he can be seen depositing some juulan into a large, clear container labeled "Swear Jar" already a quarter full just before the screen finally goes black.]

superieure

[ The feed opens, the background places this in a cafe, in the Fire Sector. Monet's seated, expression stoic, legs crossed, arms folded, staring at the camera with a critical eye. She's already attempted to leave, and been met by the full force of the barrier, so she is extra Not Amused. Her tone is calm, and imperious. ]

I wish to know how much of what they told us is a lie.

[ Since she couldn't actually rip it out of the kedan telepathically. Damnit. ]

Other than that, I require a guide to this city, someone well-versed in its politics, and history. [ Small pause. ] And a regular shopping companion. You will be well-compensated.

[ She lifts a hand, intending to turn off the camera, before a stray thought makes her mouth thin into a line. ]

Rictor, I can hear you whining. Get over here now.

[ aaaand click. ]

detectus

[The feed flicks on to reveal a young girl in her mid teens with her lips pursued in an expression that can only be described as annoyance.]

So first things first. Shopping. I’m not going to jump ahead of myself and ask for the nearest Michael Kors but if I’m going to fight in a war I need more than one jacket and skirt. But I really don’t do the whole Eastern Kimono thing. Not figure flattering at all.. Another thing I don't do? Work in retail. There has to be jobs in turtle land that aren't retail. Anyone need a math tutor? I do graduate level calculus.

[She sighs and purses her lips even further, despite that seeming humanly impossible.]

Now has anyone been able to get a clear answer on whether you’re “living, dead, or dreaming”? Because I was in the middle of learning some rather important things about myself and being dead would sort of put a damper on my personal journey of learning I’m a banshee or something like that. It takes a bit of time to adjust, this really can’t be good for my mental health. What an irresponsible emperor if you ask me. Which, she didn't, of course.

[She wraps a tube of lipstick against the base of the console for a few seconds as if considering if she wants to ask the next question.]

Finally, excuse the non sequitur, but does anyone here happen to know any teenage boys by the names of Scott, Stiles, or Isaac? They're all sort of tall and on the verge of flop-haired. I tend to follow on the heels of their trouble and if they're the reason I'm here, I need to have a word. Tell them Lydia is looking for them.

[With that she cuts the feed.]

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