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Date: 11 August 1999
Status: Public
Setting: Tadfield Manor
Summary: Pollution decides on finding a job

If he was going to be in the area and he was going to settle for a while, he might as well do something with his time.

That was the general opinion that finally resulted in Pollution deciding to apply for a job at Tadfield Manor. If bartending didn't work out, he could always see if they'd like a part-time DJ or, if he had to, he could just look for a job at some bar or pub in a town nearby. He could do other things, of course - hell, he could even manage a job so odd as a dance instructor, if need be - but he preferred to stick to the regular old work. Intoxication of the human body was easily one of his favourite little games. The creation of a good mixed drink or the development of a good drug, one that could leave someone smashed or stoned before they even felt it take effect, was an art form and Pollution took great pride in his work. So much pride, in fact, that tending bar had become the only time that he intentionally restrained himself from mussing up glasses, letting the alcohol do the job instead.

But that wasn't the point. The point, rather, was that he needed something to do between trips off to New York or Belgrade or wherever else he decided to go. A world tour was fun every once in a while but sometimes Pollution liked to have somewhere to come back to. So he parked his newly purchased motorbike outside and wandered into the lobby, a small flurry of crisp packets fluttering about his ankles and drifting to rest alongside the muddy prints left by is sneakered feet. Glancing about as he came up to the front desk, he set his application down and tapped the bell, paying no mind to the cloud of tarnish that suddenly covered the silver.

Name: P. White
Age: 23
Type of being: Humanish
Job desired: Part or full-time bartender
Previous work and/or relevant experience: Occasional bartending to cover travel expenses
Work availability (please indicate preferred days and hours): Any days, any hours, on the understanding that I do tend to

travel

Please list your references here:

Jack Teller
c/o Agenda
Minster Court
3 Mincing Lane
London
EC3R 7AA
Tel: 0871 223 5485

Amelia Bradford
c/o Barcode
6 E Grace St
Richmond, VA
23219-1740
USA
Tel: 001 804 648 2040

Tarak Patel
c/o Athena
41/44 Minoo Desai Marg Colaba
Bombay (Mumbai)
Tel: 00 91 22 202 8699

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[-moonylupin-.livejournal.com]

There was no one there. Remus poked his head out from around the corner, where he was waiting in threadbare jeans and his cloak to get to an upstairs room. He had an afternoon appointment, and was trying to look as inoffensive as possible, since he'd left the Invisibility Cloak behind for its safety. But he couldn't just leave the poor boy standing there.

"Sir?" he asked, looking at the pale man at the counter. "Would you like something?" His nose burned at the man's scent, although he didn't necessarily smell bad. More like paint, or something very, very toxic. Remus shook his head slightly to clear it and asked again, making sure the cloak was cinched tightly. He didn't want to scare the poor boy off by giving him a glimpse of the red satin corset he wore underneath the coarse, threadbare robe.

He smiled, but kept back. "That's a lovely motorbike. Is it yours?" he asked, keeping his tone light.

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Pollution glanced up at the man and blinked slightly. He had come here fully expecting to see someone, yes, but their was a feeling about this stranger as if he were...hiding, which seemed a bit odd for a public establishment. After a moment, Pollution smiled vaguely and nodded.

"It's mine, yes." The corner of his mouth twitched into a slight grin. "It won't look quite as lovely after a few more days, I can assure you. They never do."

With a sigh, he glanced about again. "I'll assume you're the only living being currently within hearing, then. I just wanted to drop off an application."

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"Well, you're welcome to leave it here. I'll see what I can do about fetching Mary, but she doesn't appear to be around here just now. Sorry," he said, looking sincere.

Remus smiled, tucking away a strand of tawny hair that had escaped. "If you're here to apply for something, I might as well introduce myself. We may find ourselves working together, after all, and I fear I'll become an enigma around the staff since I'm generally never in contact with them."

He moved forward slightly, looking at the boy's face. "I'm afraid I can't give you my name, but please, call me Roman. It's nothing personal, you understand."

Remus looked around at the area. "Are you certain you wouldn't rather make yourself at home for a bit? The Manor's out of the main way, surely. Our bartenders would be glad for the work." He gestured to the pub down at the end.

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Pollution accepted the hand, still with a slight smile. "I understand not giving a name. I don't generally give out my own. Most people simply call me White. Any language, any variation - I'll answer."

He sighed and glanced in the direction indicated. "Honestly, I just decided to drop my application by while I was out for a drive in the country. Don't suppose a drink could hurt, though." Again, a grin tugged at his lips. "Rather quiet place, isn't it?"

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Sister Mary sighed deeply as she walked back into the Lobby. Settling the two Dukes of Hell had taken a lot longer than she'd expected. She hoped that that nice young Hugo had made up his mind... though she didn't see him in the Lobby.

As she walked in, she saw the backs of two men as they made their way into the Bar. One of them was holding one of her lilac application forms.

Quickly, she made her way towards the bar, stopping only to curse at the muddy footsteps all over her pristine Lobby floor. Oh, did she need to hire some new blood in the Maintenance Department!

"Gentlemen?" she said as she walked into the bar.

"I believe you - or at least one of you - is here about a job?"

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Remus turned in shock to see Mary walk in, and clutched at his cloak, feeling foolish. He nodded to her deferentially and gracefully gestured to White.

"This is Mr. White, Sister Mary," he said quietly. "I have to attend to some things, although I would honestly like to stay and chat. Another time, Mr. White. " He looked at White and smiled.

"I shall see you both again, perhaps," Remus said, finally, and left, slipping out through a side door.

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Pollution returned the smile and nodded, watching the man retreat with a slight feeling of curiosity. Intrigued as he might be, though, investigating odd strangers was not exactly why he'd stopped by now was it?

Turning his smile to Sister Mary, Pollution offered his hand, taking care to be sure that it was actually clean for the time being. "As Roman said, my name is White and I am indeed here about a job." He handed over the application. "Granted I've just applied for the job I have the most experience with. If you've enough tenders already, I'm a fairly good hand at some other work." He glanced down at the footprints before grinning slightly. "Though I would advise that you not get your hopes up on me being of any use when it comes to cleaning."

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Sister Mary shook the proffered hand and smiled at the pale young man sitting before her.

"Oh, never-you-mind about the cleaning," she said, goodnaturedly. "I'll find someone who can keep up with the hustle and bustle of this place yet."

Sister Mary sat down in Roman's recently vacated seat. She wasn't too sure about that Roman. Nice enough fellow - she just couldn't quite remember if he was a guest or an employee. There'd been so many new hires lately that she'd just couldn't keep up with them!

"Well, White, I do have a full-time bartender - Raphael. And he already has a few assistants to run drinks. However, it does get rather busy around here on the weekends. If you just want to work then, I'd be happy to have both of you manning the bar. If you're interested in something more like full-time, just let me know. What else interests you?"

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"Well, any time you happen to need an extra hand at the bar, I'll be up to it." Pollution continued smiling and brushed his hair back over his shoulder. "I also have experience as a DJ, a server and a general floor manager. I will, however, admit that I work best when I can either blend in or keep something standing between myself and the crowd, be it a bar or whathaveyou."

He leaned back and glanced around the room, studying it thoughtfully. It was best to know your surroundings. That had been one of the first lesson's he'd ever learned.

"You have a nice place here. It could possibly use a few more weekday patrons, though."

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Sister Mary eyed the pale man greedily.

"Yes, we certainly could use a few more weekday patrons. What did you have in mind?"

Business acumen was about the most prized attribute any employee could possess. If her new part-time bartender had some, she'd certainly try to make the most of it!

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Pollution thought a moment, tapping a finger absently against his lips.

"Attractions," he stated after a pause and smiled vaguely. "Patrons have to have something that attracts them to a place, especially when it's one of many places to go and happens to be somewhere out of the way. Tadfield Manor really isn't in an amazingly convenient location for much of anything aside from vacations. If vacationers are the target audience, that's perfect and you just need more advertising, otherwise..." He shrugged. "Do you have a list of planned and organised activities? Anything from turning the bar into more of a club once a week to holding, say, a talent night. The right plans draw people in from the comforts of their own homes and, once they're in, they can be convinced to come back."