Chef Unionista ZGU
Professional
**(If you would like to join, talk about it to us in the refgional custom derpi rp discord server. Me and my boy Zaknel are hosting this.)
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**(Thank good goy Zaknel for this: To get a discord link, PM me.)**
"This. . this. ." Twilight stared at the paper given to her by the office mare, who was looking at her coldly from her working desk, her mouth a pencil thin line. Twilight stuttered again, her face pale at the on-paper information on how many funds her project would receive. "T-this is too little! I can't assemble a experienced crew with this little money!"
Spike, who was dressed in uncommon-for-him elegant clothing, looked to Twilight with a cringe, already predicting what'd happen.
The mare beneath the desk narrowed her brows into a glare, explaining with the calm, yet somewhat annoyed voice of your run of the mill bureaucrat, "the Bureau of Finances has reviewed your case, miss Sparkle. The risks and disadvantages your "scientific" project carries are ridicilously high. The funds you are presented with are realistically high for your case."
Twilight had color return to her face in form of her face reddening, opening her mouth to lecture the mare about the value of science to society. Spike was faster than she im acting, so he placed a claw before her mouth, effectively shutting her up while he tore the paper from her grip, giving the officeworker mare a weak smile, adding a "we will accept it! Thanks, miss!"
The mare behind the desk smiled at that, nodding im confirmation as Spike signed the paper with his name, a speechless, surprised Twilight standing next to him. "Thank you, again!" Spike tipped his fedora hat to the mare, giving Twilight a tug by the arm, pulling her with himself out if the office, shouting as silently as possible, "we will not dissapoint the Main Bureau!"
. . .
"Three thousand bits."
Twilight said that as if it was something horrible, staring with a rather depressed look on the snow-covered street infront of her. Her arms were planted on her knees, her hands on her chin as a support as she wallowed her own position. Spike looked at her on the bench seated, having been given the documents from the public building they were infront of.
"Y'know Twi, three thousand bits are not the end of the world!" Spike began, setting the leather bag full of documents on the empty spot on the bench, close to Twilight. "You're a princess--~~" "--~~. . a former one. . . But you still have some money in the reserve! All you need is just a few friends to share their money with you and you've got the needed money!"
Twilight looked to Spike, who was beaming with confidence at that proposition. "Spike, that means we won't earn 80% of the profits."
Spike snorted, some smoke puffimg out from his nostrils as he countered, "but we're the ones with the idea of--~~" he realised, his straightened back bending over grimly, "--oh right." -~~ "But what if we chose something else for the expedition to head to?"
Twilight was about to pass the idea off, but then she did realuse that as head of expedition, she could indeed change location of supposed "academic" travel. "That is not a bad idea, actually. . !"
She rose from the bench, even surprising Spike with the sudden mood change, "Spike! We're going to do this expedition a bit off the plan! Get the bag and let's bring a few friends to a discussion!"
Spike let out a huff, watching Twilight march off in direction of her house. He slung the leather bag across his shoulders, thinking that Twilight might be avoiding taking the medicaments perscribed by the doctor. . . seriously, from a pit of self-hate to a sudden spike of enthusiasm.
But he supposed that was how mares worked.
. . .
On a panel for avalible contracts and jobs set up by your local labor office do you notice a curious contract. You take it off the wall, reading:
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*"Seeking able-bodied, able-minded persons for red-zone expedition!"_
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*"One is to find us at Moor Street 27, Fillydelphia District. One is required to bring the following:"_
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*> Name:_
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*> Age: (We are only accepting adults!)_
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*> Race:_
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*> Background: (What do you do for a living? We would prefer able, fit persons!)_
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*"Talk of what the expedition is about, the pay and duration will be explained at the meeting point."_
*
An expedition? The last expedition you've ever heard be carried out was 3 years ago. . . maybe this was a good opportunity, or clear suicide.
Clutching the paper tightly, you look over to the labor office's entrance.
Time to find out where Moor Street is on the maps.
**(Yeah the recruitment paper is basically a character sheet. I discluded appearance, gender, personality because that's the stuff you expose during the rp. People will know your gender when you use pronouns in your posts and they'll understand both history and appearance and personality based on how much detail you put about your character in the rp post.)
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**(This is not a "24/7" rp and sometimes there won't be a reply for every second minute. Patience and detail will mark it, with rp posts being sometimes a day old until a reply comes. We all have lives and things to tend to.)
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**(If you have questions, look to the first words in the thread. We got a discord for rp, led by our Lord and Savior Dave33333.)**
**(Thank good goy Zaknel for this: To get a discord link, PM me.)**
"This. . this. ." Twilight stared at the paper given to her by the office mare, who was looking at her coldly from her working desk, her mouth a pencil thin line. Twilight stuttered again, her face pale at the on-paper information on how many funds her project would receive. "T-this is too little! I can't assemble a experienced crew with this little money!"
Spike, who was dressed in uncommon-for-him elegant clothing, looked to Twilight with a cringe, already predicting what'd happen.
The mare beneath the desk narrowed her brows into a glare, explaining with the calm, yet somewhat annoyed voice of your run of the mill bureaucrat, "the Bureau of Finances has reviewed your case, miss Sparkle. The risks and disadvantages your "scientific" project carries are ridicilously high. The funds you are presented with are realistically high for your case."
Twilight had color return to her face in form of her face reddening, opening her mouth to lecture the mare about the value of science to society. Spike was faster than she im acting, so he placed a claw before her mouth, effectively shutting her up while he tore the paper from her grip, giving the officeworker mare a weak smile, adding a "we will accept it! Thanks, miss!"
The mare behind the desk smiled at that, nodding im confirmation as Spike signed the paper with his name, a speechless, surprised Twilight standing next to him. "Thank you, again!" Spike tipped his fedora hat to the mare, giving Twilight a tug by the arm, pulling her with himself out if the office, shouting as silently as possible, "we will not dissapoint the Main Bureau!"
. . .
"Three thousand bits."
Twilight said that as if it was something horrible, staring with a rather depressed look on the snow-covered street infront of her. Her arms were planted on her knees, her hands on her chin as a support as she wallowed her own position. Spike looked at her on the bench seated, having been given the documents from the public building they were infront of.
"Y'know Twi, three thousand bits are not the end of the world!" Spike began, setting the leather bag full of documents on the empty spot on the bench, close to Twilight. "You're a princess-
Twilight looked to Spike, who was beaming with confidence at that proposition. "Spike, that means we won't earn 80% of the profits."
Spike snorted, some smoke puffimg out from his nostrils as he countered, "but we're the ones with the idea of-
Twilight was about to pass the idea off, but then she did realuse that as head of expedition, she could indeed change location of supposed "academic" travel. "That is not a bad idea, actually. . !"
She rose from the bench, even surprising Spike with the sudden mood change, "Spike! We're going to do this expedition a bit off the plan! Get the bag and let's bring a few friends to a discussion!"
Spike let out a huff, watching Twilight march off in direction of her house. He slung the leather bag across his shoulders, thinking that Twilight might be avoiding taking the medicaments perscribed by the doctor. . . seriously, from a pit of self-hate to a sudden spike of enthusiasm.
But he supposed that was how mares worked.
. . .
On a panel for avalible contracts and jobs set up by your local labor office do you notice a curious contract. You take it off the wall, reading:
_
*"Seeking able-bodied, able-minded persons for red-zone expedition!"
_
*"One is to find us at Moor Street 27, Fillydelphia District. One is required to bring the following:"
_
*> Name:
_
*> Age: (We are only accepting adults!)
_
*> Race:
_
*> Background: (What do you do for a living? We would prefer able, fit persons!)
_
*"Talk of what the expedition is about, the pay and duration will be explained at the meeting point."
An expedition? The last expedition you've ever heard be carried out was 3 years ago. . . maybe this was a good opportunity, or clear suicide.
Clutching the paper tightly, you look over to the labor office's entrance.
Time to find out where Moor Street is on the maps.
**(Yeah the recruitment paper is basically a character sheet. I discluded appearance, gender, personality because that's the stuff you expose during the rp. People will know your gender when you use pronouns in your posts and they'll understand both history and appearance and personality based on how much detail you put about your character in the rp post.)
**(This is not a "24/7" rp and sometimes there won't be a reply for every second minute. Patience and detail will mark it, with rp posts being sometimes a day old until a reply comes. We all have lives and things to tend to.)
**(If you have questions, look to the first words in the thread. We got a discord for rp, led by our Lord and Savior Dave33333.)**