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The Quark's Treasure II lands on the roof of the apartment complex.

It was only minutes later until the deed was signed over, and the previous owner ran off into the sunset with somewhere in the neighborhood of five hundred thousand dollars worth of gold and jewels.

"Humans," Quark chuckles to himself as he props his feet up on the counter of the apartment complex. "Worthless rocks and gold, and they sign over a prime piece of property."

He knows he has a lot to do. Introduce himself, set up the holo-suite, hire personnel, etcetera. It was going to be a long day.

So first, he set up a sign in the front lobby window.

UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT
Looking to Hire the Following:
One Apartment Superintendant
Three Mechanics (High Technology Knowledge Required)
See The Proprietor For An Application

Then, he sat down in his lobby chair. He would need to familiarize himself with the town eventually, but that could wait.

[ooc: Free for interaction with Quark. Also, the Hiring? Whether you want to make someone new, or apply a current char, contact me on e-mail at landlord.quark @ gmail.com or on AIM at agentprincipal . We'll work things out.]

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[[ooc: Quark! Glee!

At approxamitely noon, Quark unprops his feet, and locks up the apartment offices. He leaves a sign on the counter telling all potential employees and tenants to leave a message, either in writing or by phone.

Then, Quark goes out to meet and greet.

After all, he knew Rule of Acquisition 194 very well: It's always good to know about new customers before they walk in your door.

After a profitable day (on the basis of Rule 74: Knowledge equals profit), Quark returns to his spot behind the apartment office counter. He props up his feet, and wonders if any tenants or potential employees might wander past.

Jenny noticed the 'Under New Management' sign in the window and frowned at it. The previous building management had been hands-off. Just the way she liked it. She stopped by the office to check and see if they'd actually sent someone to man it for once.

Some weird guy with funky ears was hanging out behind the desk and looking grouchy. He vaguely reminded her of someone, but she couldn't quite place it.

Quark looks over at Jenny, and unprops his feet.

"What can I do for you?" he asks, getting a little sick of being eyed by everyone.

"Just checking out the office," said Jenny. She grinned at him. "It's been empty since I moved in here, so I was wondering if the new building management was actually gonna be around."

"A tenant. Wonderful." Quark stands up and gives a little bow. "Quark, your new landlord. You are?"

"Ooh, the owner himself," said Jenny. She adjusted her laptop case on her shoulder and walked forward, then held her hand out. "Jenny Calendar. I room with Adam Pierson upstairs. Nice to meet you, Quark." Sunnydale had its uses. After the initial moment of 'not-so-human, thanks,' Jenny'd stopped noticing any oddities in Quark's appearance.

Though he still did remind her of someone. Weird.

Quark gives Jenny a nice, firm handshake. "Nice to meet you, Miss Calendar. Anything I can do to help put a friendly face on the man who collects your rent checks?"

"The introductions and the actually being here? Good start," said Jenny, grinning. "I was kinda starting to think the old landlords were horrors from beyond the edge of the universe, they were that tough to get ahold of. So you move into town, or did you just come in to check the place you bought out?"

"Landed, bought, and moved in this morning." Quark gestures towards the ground floor apartment. "Apartment number one is where you'll be able to find me." He smiles.

"I hope to get some real help around here, like a superintendant to keep things running smoothly for everyone. But until then, I guess I'm stuck with personally servicing everyone's needs. Within reason, of course."

"You work fast," said Jenny, tilting her head and blinking at the pointy teeth. Thank God that vampires just didn't have ears like that. Maybe he was from a demon species that whittled with their teeth? Like a badger, or some other non-people-eating species. Non-people-eating? Always nice. "Which I'm thinking? All of the good."

Jenny grinned. "So no calling you up because I'm lonely and I miss my mommy?"

Quark smirks. "You're sharing an apartment with someone and you still get lonely? Sounds like you have a lousy apartment mate." He tugs a little at his right lobe. "But I'm used to having people pour out their troubles to me over a drink. You can consider that a standing invitation."

"Adam? Just a roomie. Spends most of his time over--" She stopped and frowned. "Actually, I'm not so sure where his boyfriend lives. But he spends a lot of time there. And thanks. Maybe I'll stop by sometime." She paused. "You meet a guy in town named Lorne yet? You kinda remind me of him."

"Lorne?" Quark shakes his head. "Can't say I've had the pleasure. Is it the ears or the attitude that's similar?" Quark asks with a smile.

"Oh, the attitude," said Jenny. "Because I don't think I've ever seen ears quite like yours." She gave a little wave and stepped back towards the door. "Nice to meet you, Quark. And now? Gotta go in and catch up on some work before I get some sleep."

Quark gives a little wave back and sits back down. "Work never ends. Good night, Miss Calendar."

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