Coroner's Office

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Lots of work begins on an old building turning it into a Coroner's Office. Jordan oversees the sign being put up. She thinks she might need some help so she types up an add.



Looking for a few people to help run a Coroner's Office.

Students should not apply unless they are interested in the medical field and can work consistent hours.

We need:

Grief Counselor(s)
ME's
Others

Must not be squeamish around dead bodies

Must have a medical background or psychology degree (for grief counseling)

Interested? Apply within.

Jordan smooths out the sign and puts it in the window, hoping someone will apply. She obviously can't run a Coroner's Office all on her own, but then again she is Jordan, so she will try.

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

{OOC: Angelus thinks it's a pity she's discriminating against students. He's certainly not squeamish around dead bodies ;) }

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: I guess students can apply, it just might be...strange. I can edit it but you have to at least have interest in the medical field)

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Students can now apply)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(ooc: He'll so apply then. Entirely up to you if you want him. We could play out the interview or something if you want.)

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: cool with me)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Would 150+ years with hands-on body experience count? Because it's cracking me up that this is the first job in town that Angelus would not only want to apply for, but actually have some skill with. OTOH: he is evil.]

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Jordan doesn't know he's evil. She doesn't believe in that stuff. She believes in science, science doesn't let her down. Angelus can apply, and she'll accept him cuz she is under staffed. Would be funny if he was the grief counselor.)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Snerk. That'd be too funny. Okay, how do you want to do it? Should he stop by? Drop off an application and wait to be called? Other?)

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: He can stop by and oogle talk to Jordan)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Heh. Okay. Will start that in a new thread then, for clarity)

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: works for me. I really hope someone comes to town as Woody cuz that'd just be awesome)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(OOC: I hear ya. I'm dying for someone to offer to do a kick-ass Darla for parent's weekend)

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: I used to play Darla, not so much anymore though. By the way, you do a terrific Angelus)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Why thank you. =) )

[janet_fraiser]

I do actually know someone who might be willing...

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[rubs hands together] excellent...

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: And she's evil. I've LARPed Darla with her before, and she was the Vampire Den Mother of Sunnydale. It rocked.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

OOC: Fab! If you say she gives good Darla, I know she gives good Darla.

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Sweet. I'll approach her.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus is wandering through the town at dusk when he sees the sign. He pauses, a few key words catching his eye. He clearly wages an internal debate with himself, then decides to walk in.

"Hey. You offering a job?"

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan looks up from stacks of paper all over her desk and makes a note to hire a secretary. She is surprised to see someone actually applying for a job.

"Sure, have a seat." Jordan tells him, cleaning off a chair. "What's your interest in the field?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus sat down. His eyes took in her and the entire room, clearly trying to figure the place out. "Well," he said, sitting back with one arm resting behind the chair, "I am a dead body. So there's that."

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan blinks a few times processing what he has just said.

"You ARE a dead body? Well that's...interesting, what makes you say that?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Few things," he shrugged. "I'm room temperature. No pulse. Don't need to breathe. Oh, and the waking up in my own coffin was a big clue too."

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan ponders this for a few minutes, and decides she's heard stranger things.

"And just what can you do for me, Mr...?" she hadn't gotten his name.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Angelus," he said, "just Angelus. Though if we're getting the whole Playgirl bio out of the way then let me add soulless evil vampire who likes long walks in the rain, the novels of John Grisham, and can identify what killed a body and why better than most people who are going to walk in here today.

"Well," he amended, "assuming they were killed by another person. Stupidity, accidents, poisons - not my expertise. But if somebody else was in the room? I'm your guy."

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan listens to what he is saying, and notes that she's going to have to keep a very close eye on him.

"Again I ask, what would you like to do here?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

He shrugged again, sitting forward. "What do you need? I'll be honest, I wasn't in the market for a job. But then I saw your little ad and realized this might be pretty matchy. I could always use the extra credit, and it's not like I'm going to yorp on your shoes if I see one of the more slimey crime scenes. Nice shoes, by the way."

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan shifted uncomfortably in her chair, looking over at him. He was quite...different.

"Thanks...how about a grief counselor?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus pondered it. "Huh. What would you want one to do?"

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan yawns a little bit, watching him.

"You know, talk to the families of the deceased."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I could try that," Angelus said. "I'm very interested in the psychology of grieving."

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

"Alright, you're hired."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus blinked in pleased surprise. He held out a hand to shake. "Thanks, boss. When should I start and what should I call you?"

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

Jordan shook his hand a little hesitantly, he was a bit scary, but she had seen worse.

"You can call me Dr. Cavanaugh or Jordan. You should also get to know your co-worker, Tru Davies."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"You got it," he stood up. "When do you want me to start? Fair warning: I'm not much good in the day."

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

((The novels of John Grisham? He really IS evil.))

[tru-relivesdays.livejournal.com]

Tru wanders in and checks out the ad. She's worked at a morgue before so this shouldn't be a problem.

"Hi, you're hiring? I was going to be a doctor but something happened and I ended up working in the morgue instead."

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

"Yes I am, you have a medical background?"

Jordan thinks a moment about this, she's desperate for new MEs.

"Alright, I'll give you a chance."

She needed MEs now and did not have the time for such a formal interview with everyone, she looked over Tru's credentials and she had quite an impressive background.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Want our guys to bump into each other as long as they're there?]

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: tru and angelus? sure)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(ooc: Please ignore me being brain dead and forgetting that you played both.)

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: its cool, I have class now but Ill reply when I return)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: works]

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: class was cancelled, woot)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

(ooc: woot)

[fh_jackass]

[ooc: There's a coroner's office?! How many dead bodies are we expecting in this town?]

[town-me-jordan.livejournal.com]

(OOC: Not sure, but I could not resist the chance to play Jordan)