I'd be real content to never, ever have to do that again. Never say never, not even in these parts... but if I can do anything to prevent another [he pauses to try and find the right word, wait. Nope. No word exists] time like that, you'd better believe I would.

[Except, except, except isn't desperation how a man like White got into the prison? Anyway, he's clean shaven, washed and looking comfortable. The short, short video is cut off.]


Private to Pink;

Hey. I got a question.

[Penny has taken the night off for sanity's sake and, therefore, isn't posting from the Welcome Center. Her surroundings will undoubtedly be recognized as the Blue Light's bar to citizens who have been in the City for some time. It's not a happening night; most of the bar stools are empty and the bartender's busy polishing a glass that's already spotless.]

Sorry for talking business so much, but, with Nyota's help, I've got a list of specific positions that need to be filled at the Welcome Center and the Youth Center.

[She holds up a piece of paper, upon which appears the following:

( Fake flier under the cut! )

[She lowers the piece of paper (no, there wasn't enough time to read all of that).]

I have my network device on me pretty much all the time, so feel free to call if you'd like a job or if you have any questions. It's a laid-back work environment and everyone's nice; the salary's about the City's equivalent of minimum wage, but it's for a good cause!

Thanks for your time and I hope you'll at least consider picking up a flier.

[With that lackluster sign-off, Penny turns off her network device and places it on the counter next to her mimosa. She's vaguely melancholy and working her way up to fine brood. It's unusual for her, but she's usually on the clock at the Welcome Center. As far as she's concerned, she's entitled to a little brooding when she's not working.]


[ooc: Your character is quite welcome to bump into Penny at the Blue Light. If your character might have an interest in any of these jobs, we can play that out however you like. This community over here might be useful and is completely open to everyone playing in Poly.]

Guess this weekend's a reminder things could always be worse. Everyone back now?

Shit timing but I'm looking to hire at the bar. My manager's gone, don't wanna wait and hope he comes back.

Anyone interested?

It was April, four years ago, when I first arrived here. It's... it's sort of impossible to believe that -- I mean, it seems all at once as if I've always been here, and as if I only just arrived. I still remember the day, exactly what it was like - the fountain, of course, everyone who told me what was going on, the people who came to find me, and those first few days of not believing a single moment of it was real.

[The fact that Neil greeted him was certainly no help there.]

A lot of them have gone now. Not all of them - definitely not all of them, and I'm grateful for that - but a lot of them have. Some of them wanted to go, to get back to their homes, their lives that were waiting for them... I just hope that they did, that they're happy where they are.

T.S. Eliot wrote that April is the cruellest month. He might be right - it's not exactly what he had in mind, but... it hasn't been an easy one here. I hope everyone is okay now, as much as they can be. I... I do feel like I end up hoping that too often.

Still, if I could - if I were given a way to leave - I wouldn't go. The City... it's my home now. I belong here.

[Talkative tonight, Todd? It's only really in retrospect that he realizes just how much he's said - he'd almost forgotten the device was one entirely - and he turns off the feed as his own old anxieties creeps back up on him.]

Not something worth repeating.

[ Pause. ]

Justification for the auto-feeder though.