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[The comm video turns on. It's her first time post on the network and she ain't pleased, a good face to say howdy to a network of strangers. She's still dressed as a high plains drifter, hat and all, but one thing off about the get up is she has a name tag pinned to her duster coat with a name so long it's almost hard to read, but it says "TheRedPlainsRider". It was a real fight to get all of that on there. The name tag has the roomba logo on it.]

So. Can y'all tell me what sorts'a jobs ya got? Do they fit what ya got the life skills fer or . . . did the government just throw everything you ever learned out the window and give ya a job the two bit drunk from the saloon could do? 'Cause I really need ta know how offended I should be right now.

Any of ya brain surgeons or bridge engineers that'd like to trade with me and be a robot vaccuum cleaner "quality" inspector? Seein' as trainin' and skills ain't a thing folks 'round here seem to be worried 'bout, might as well grab any ol' job I can.

[Beat]

My job is stupid and I'm a bit sour, is what I'm sayin'.

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[That southern drawl rings a few bad memories.]

You seem to attach great importance to your profession.

Is this because you need excitement? Do you need a word or symbol to hide behind? Do you enjoy success? The obligation of duty? Or do you just like helping people?

My, ain't you full of questions. Answer 'em quick fer ya here:
Reckon. Reckon not. Reckon maybe. Reckon. Reckon.

Fascinating. Which of those is most important to you?

Edited 2015-03-06 20:45 (UTC)

I was assigned to mop floors in a Cathedral, which, if they'd read my file, they'd see was a completely ridiculous choice.

So, it isn't just you.

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What business of it is yers if I like the excitement more'n the success or any other combo of options you've provided me?

Almost jealous.

What're you more situated fer then, iff'n you don't mind me askin'.

I don't mind mopping shit, I just don't want to be in a Cathedral. I've got some moral qualms with the whole idea.

Wouldn't mind working at a bar or something, though... yeah, I bet I could bar-tend.

I don't know how they pick 'em. They made me a security guard at a park, which so far involves a whole lotta not much, and not nearly enough bossing unruly teenagers around. No job satisfaction.

What would you rather be doing?

Well, I got a job as a writer, but... back home I write mystery novels and here they have me editing a men's health magazine. So it seems like they just saw "writer" and went "eh, close enough".

Well. It's my business to ask difficult questions.

You inquired of my work, so I thought I'd give you a vocal demonstration.

Edited 2015-03-06 22:36 (UTC)

I would say my specialty is more with programming, but they gave me a job as a groundskeeper.

It's peaceful, but it's not exactly what I would have preferred. Still, a job is a job.

The job I was given is a little lower in the skill ladder than what I was doing back home. I don't mind it too much though, I can still do my own stuff on the side.

Security guard at a park? What's wrong with this place you'd need someone guardin' somethin' like that?

Rather be doin' what I did back home. Bustin' bad guys and droppin' 'em off on the marshal's doorstep.

You know what they say -- one can't live in a vacuum.

[Was that a JOKE?? He'll keep his day job.]

[She is visibly taken aback when he pops up into her view and talks. But then she squints at him, suspicious. He looked and sounded like someone super familiar from back home but, nah, couldn't be...]

[Ahem.] Yes, well, that's still close enough, ain't it. Can assure ya mine ain't nothing near close enough.

Hmph. Ain't never needed a job fer the sake of havin' a job, got by fine without steady income on my own, so this ain't no comfort. You ever get an explanation fer 'em doin' that to ya?

Yeah? And what's the difference in jobs fer you?

My only guess is that it helps me get acclimatised to my new body, but I don't really believe they're that considerate.

As you can tell, there was no explanation given. I suppose it's a 'take it and deal with it' sort of situation, seeing as we're the, ah...imported help, here.

[She just line faces at him.
For a good few seconds.
Just line facing.]

O-kay.

[half a second more of linefacing to get the point across.]

Is that what passes fer humor 'round here?

Back home, I was a robotics student.

Here, they set me up as an electrician.

The last fella I knew who's business was to askin' nosy questions about a person was a gossipy barkeep.

I thought at first they chose positions with respect to our various skill sets, but the longer I do what I've been assigned the less I believe that.

[Riza shrugs. She's a patrol officer, after all--and as she said upon arrival, she did patrol early in her career as punishment.]

That being said, it's possible to change positions. I know some people have.

Ah, reckon you're one of them heathens I hear Preacher shriekin' about then? [Small smirk.]

Never bar-tended before?

And what were ya back home compared to here? So far seems like ain't no one's had the same offense as me.

That's a comfort ta hear, but I ain't so sure how to do that yet.

Now, see, reckon that is lower down that ladder fer ya. But at least it's on the same dang ladder.

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