Voice;

[dioception]

Good evening. I don't want to waste too much time here, so I'll just get to business.

[He clears his throat a little, just to be sure he comes out clearly.]

I am Dio Brando, and I run a very small law firm which doubles as a PR agency next to the library in Maurtia Falls. Now, despite the size of the business, I've found myself with an excess of work, and so I am looking for someone or a couple of someones to help. What I'm in the market for is an assistant or secretary, or perhaps some younger people in need of an internship, if any of you are looking to get into the field.

There is, of course, a catch. You see, I am strictly nocturnal, and thus my business hours are overnight, however I am looking to have someone around during the day time to take calls and schedule appointments.

I would like to meet anyone interested in person for an interview at a later date. Resumes aren't really required since you could literally say anything on it and I can't fact check you, so don't worry about it. The pay is negotiable.

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[jojoceanman]

I've been trying to find ways to relax. I'm not really any good at it. Just came back from being at sea for two weeks, isolated from society. It was extremely pleasant.

[ and around this point there some links to show photographs he had taken. all very pleasant... if you ignore the starfish eating a fish at the end. ]

Now I'm back and I find myself lost in society and its stresses. I work 12 hour days and sleep about 6 to 7. Research is my only outlet, my field being in Marine Biology. That and watching too much true crime dramas, but watching serials about betrayal and murder might not be a healthy way of de-stressing. Allegedly.

So I'm fielding suggestions. I'm sure you're all a very calm and collected bunch who can be of help.

[ ... ]

On an unrelated note: fish don't smoke. And never will. Evolution doesn't work that way.

[ callout because that's just one of his recent stresses. ]

[video] ♕ Third Bell

[glassfall]

[Cinders smiles confidently as she turns on the camera. It's been half a year since she entered this place, and there's a world of difference between the underfed, dirty young woman who stepped into this world and the woman who's looking out at whatever the hell the internet has to offer tonight now. But never mind that! There's a reason she's speaking today.]

Hello, everyone! Sorry I disappeared last month; I've been swamped at work. [Not that she minds.] Speaking of which I actually have a position to fill. You see, there's a lovely piano that never sees any use, and I'm interested in hiring someone to play it.

[Well, it does see use, but it's just when Cinders is trying to learn the damn thing herself, but that doesn't count.]

If anyone wants to apply, please either reply to this directly or stop by Revīvēscere. I'm there most nights, but if I'm not, ask for Walter. He manages on my nights off.

2nd Night | Video

[aboveand]

[When the video clicks on, Terry can be seen sitting on a couch with Ace sitting beside him, the large dog's head in Terry's lap. The teen is trying his best to maintain his composure, but the worry all over his face is clear.]

I know this is probably a long shot, but does anyone know Matt McGinnis? Could... anyone tell me if he's gone?

[Of course, Terry already knows the truth, that his little brother went home in the two months he apparently missed here, but he doesn't want to believe it.

There's a pause as Terry absently scratches the Great Dane's chin.]

...Probably not the best way to start a video after a two month disappearance, huh? My name's Terry McGinnis, and this here's Ace. We got here about a year ago, and due to some "porter glitch" or something, we've been gone for the past two months apparently. So uh, hi again, I guess.

[Several emotions cycle through his face before Terry plasters on a weak smile.]

If anyone has any good ideas for a distraction right now, I could really use it.