Empire Records - Open

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen opened the store for the first time.

She's spent the last few days going over Lucas's records and finding an apartment in town... ironically handwavy renting it from a guy named Luke.

Now she was ready to start working and figuring out how to make Empire a successful business. She didn't know anything about running a business though. It couldn't be that hard though, right?

She stuck a Help Wanted sign in the window and got ready for the day.




[ooc: mun is working until around 5p EST and will be on slow play]

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

On an afternoon stroll to explore the new town (and probably, subconsciously, looking for the darker spots and alleys), Chad just about nearly blew right past the store until the sign in the window caught his eye. He stopped, right in the middle of his massive tracks, questioned for a moment if he really saw what he saw. Music store. Help wanted sign. Seemed...too...perfect. Slowly, hands in his pockets, Chad took a few steps back. Nope. Didn't imagine it.

Internally, Chad was bursting excitedly through the door. Externally, he was nonchalantly chugging in, slow and steady and stoic, and approached. "Looking for employees?" he drawled.

[[ will also be pretty slow ]]

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen grinned. "Yes, I am. You looking for a job?"



[ooc: drop me an email? roleplayingjen(at)gmail(dot)com.]

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Kind of?" After all, he wasn't actively looking for one, but it was just too good of an opprotunity to refuse. Chad rethought his response. That didn't sound all too good, so he changed it. "Yes."

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you could fill this out for me," Maureen said, handing him a handwavy application, "we'll see about getting you a job."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded, and carefully took the application from her. With his other hand, he briefly patted his chest, then his hips, then his butt, checking his pockets, despite that his shirt didn't have pockets (there wasn't enough of the extremely loud print material to make both a shirt for him and pockets, or something). Well. Didn't he looked unprepared. "Do you have a pen?" he asked, terribly embarrassed, but it didn't surface at all.

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen certainly hadn't been watching him patting himself all over with interest. "Sure thing, sweetie," she said, handing him a pen.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Chad took the pen and looked around for a hard surface to use to write on, or a place to sit down to work on it.

It wasn't until he was halfway through it that it clicked that she had called him 'sweetie.' He acknowledged the realization with a lift of his head, a slight glance up as if distrustful of his own hearing. Nope. That was definately a sweetie. Huh. He went back to finishing the application and, upon completing it, handed it back without a word. He figured it would speak for itself. Figuratively, of course. Literally speaking applications would just be silly.

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen looked over the application. "Any days you can or can't work?" she asked.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad shrugged. "Not really. Probably not Tuesday or Thursday, 'cause of classes. Would be kind of difficult how convenient!."

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Making a note of that, Maureen smiled at him again. "I'll be in touch by the end of the week with a schedule for you."

[enginegirl.livejournal.com]

Kaylee had always planned to stop by Empire Records at some point, but never got around to it. She figured she might as well check it out now. She couldn't help noticing the Help Wanted sign. "Good morning! You hirin'?"

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

"I am," Maureen confirmed with a grin. "Can you fill out this handwavy application for me?"

[enginegirl.livejournal.com]

"Sure can," Kaylee said cheerfully. She sat down and began filling out the application. After a few minutes, she handed it over. "Here ya go."

"I don't have a whole lotta experience with earth music," Kaylee admitted. "Will that hurt my chances?"

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen's brain processed 'earth music' to mean hippie music.

"Nah, everything's in the computer," she said, glancing at the application. "What days can you work, Kaylee?"

[enginegirl.livejournal.com]

"I can work anyday you need me," Kaylee said with a grin.

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen made a note on Kaylee's application. "I'll call you by the end of the week and let you know when to come in."

[enginegirl.livejournal.com]

Kaylee smiled. "Alright then. Talk to you later."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

Clink clink clink.

There was a very distinctive noise of metal jangling together as El entered the music store.

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen looked up and smiled. "Can I help you?"

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"I was wondering," El said as he looked around, "If you sell music players as well as CDs."

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

"Yes, we do," Maureen said. "They're over here along this wall," she said, walking over to show him.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El nodded and followed Maureen.

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

"Take your time browsing the handwavy selection," Maureen said. "I'll be up front if you have any questions."

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Gracias," El said, picking out a CD player and moving to browse through the selection of Spanish Guitar music.

[dramaqmaureen.livejournal.com]

Maureen went back up to the register to work on a schedule including her new employees while her customer browsed.