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[rudeandginger]

[The newest of the ginger companions is lounging on his bed in the welcome centre. He still has his school uniform on. He's rather inclined not to take it off, after all. It looks like it may be an accidental post until he turns his icey-blue eyes on the camera.]

You know, I believe I dislike this place's timing. I spent years trying to get out of that dreadful school on Earth, and the minute I turn up in this 'City' it tries to send me right back. Very hilarious. My side are positively splitting.

[He finally decides to sit up, throwing his spindly legs over the side of the bed.]


I have been informed that if I want to move out of this 'welcome centre' place, I need to find a job first. I've had quite enough of shared accommodation, thank you. Normally I'd say I'm well shot of jobs as well, but it seems the lesser of two evils.

So. Who's hiring?

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[rudeandginger]

Do I look like I'd be useful for manual labour?

[wouldnotkindly]

No, but it's a job that pays.

[rudeandginger]

I'd rather find other options, thank you.

[It doesn't even need to be anything legal, if nothing else turns up. He's done worse.]

[wouldnotkindly]

Beggars can't be choosers, you know.

[rudeandginger]

People do say that, don't they? I've never taken much stock in it myself.

[wouldnotkindly]

[He's not surprised.] Why not?

[rudeandginger]

Because I don't do anything just because I'm 'supposed to'.

[wouldnotkindly]

If that's really the case, it doesn't sound like life must've been easy for you.

[rudeandginger]

[That earns you a long, hard glare, Jack.]

Is that what you do, then? 'Manual Labour?'

[wouldnotkindly]

[Yeah, he was expecting that.]

Here? Not really. I grew up working on my parents' farm, but here I tend bar at the Blue Light.

[rudeandginger]

Sounds wholesome, I suppose.

[wouldnotkindly]

I guess so. Don't know what the parents would think of me working at a bar, though...

[rudeandginger]

What the hell's wrong with working at a bar?

[wouldnotkindly]

[He rubs the back of his neck.] I don't know, they're just...traditional folks. They don't even like me leaving the farm, unless it's to visit the rest of my family.

[And look how well that ended up.]

[rudeandginger]

They sound gastly. I bet you're well shot of them.

[wouldnotkindly]

Well... They're just a little overprotective. I can't blame them, really. [Not after what happened, but this guy doesn't need to know about any of that.]

Anyway... You said you wanted to move out of the Welcome Center, right? Do you have somewhere else to stay yet?

[rudeandginger]

Not yet. No one seems to want to hire me.

[For some strange reason...]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Again, he's not surprised.]

If you want you can come stay at my place, at least until you find a job. There's plenty of space here, and I've been needing a roommate. [To stave off the ticking while he's at home, if for no other reason.]

[rudeandginger]

[There's another long, hard glare as Turlough sizes him up. He's still not sure of this one's angle, and of course everyone has to have an angle. But he supposes it won't take him long to figure out.]

Alright.

[wouldnotkindly]

[No angle here; Jack really is just that trusting and forgiving of people, even those who annoy him. Some might call him naïve for it, and they wouldn't entirely be wrong.

Either way, what with that glare, he's honestly surprised to hear his answer.]

All right. [He smiles and gives him the directions to his apartment.]

[rudeandginger]

[Turlough been used too many times to ever believe there's such a person with no angle. It may take some time to bring him around to that.]

I don't have anything with me. You know, furniture or the like. Not that I have anything at home to bring with me.

[wouldnotkindly]

That's fine. [Jack would've offered to help him move if that weren't the case, but it's probably for the best that it is.] There's already another bed here, so just come over whenever you like.

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[rudeandginger]

[Which is about half an hour. A knock at your door, Jack, and a lanky ginger is standing there, hands jammed in his pockets. He looks possible maybe a tiny bit awkward, and is trying to cover it up with more scowling.]

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[wouldnotkindly]

[Too bad, Turlough. Jack greets him with another smile, steps back and opens the door a bit wider.]

Come on in. [The place isn't terribly well-furnished, but it does have the basics: a couch, a radio, a chair...some lights... Well, the living room is just a bit bare compared to the rest of the place, really.]

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[rudeandginger]

[He's been in boarding school for three years. He's used to sparse furnishings. Doesn't bother him.]

Thank you.

[Some politeness was obviously drilled into him at some point. Probably flight school. He steps in, hands still in his pockets as he starts looking around.]